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Lucius looked at Cyrus indignantly, a cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Cyrus, is this your first time as a centurion? Do you not know how to discipline your soldiers?"
Without waiting for Cyrus to respond, Lucius turned and walked over to the soldier who had insulted him earlier, and without hesitation, he slapped him across the face.
"Kneel!" Lucius shouted.
The soldier did not obey, standing straight. Lucius, burning with anger, circled behind the soldier and forcefully kicked his knee, making him kneel down.
"Look at your soldiers, Cyrus, look at your soldiers!" Lucius scolded and roared.
Cyrus took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and walked over to Lucius.
"Soldier's mistake is my mistake. Centurion Lucius, please don't give my men a hard time. If punishment is necessary, then punish me instead." Cyrus spoke with a resounding voice.
Lucius's face gradually turned fierce, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He glared fiercely at Cyrus and gritted his teeth, saying, "Who do you think you are? A young and ignorant kid, daring to be so shameless in front of me!"
Cyrus clenched his fists, feeling sweat forming in his palms. He knew that if he lost his temper at this moment, it would be falling into Lucius's trap. He forced himself to take a deep breath and then relaxed his fists.
Seeing Cyrus not getting angry, Lucius started to panic. He felt that he was losing the upper hand in this power struggle with no way out. In a fit of anger, he suddenly reached out and pushed Cyrus forcefully.
This push, however, became Lucius's final mistake. He knew that he had made an irreparable error.
Cyrus, having experienced the baptism of the battlefield, was not to be trifled with. He steadied himself lightly and did not fall. He looked up at Lucius and said calmly, " Centurion, we are comrades and should support each other, fighting against external enemies together. If you have any dissatisfaction with my soldiers or me, we can settle it in private. But please, do not embarrass yourself here."
This sentence is like a piece of ice, instantly cooling the atmosphere in the room. Lucius glared at Cyrus for a moment, but ultimately didn't say anything else, and walked away.
Cyrus turned his head and looked at the insulted soldier, nodding slightly. The soldier gratefully returned his nod with a smile, as if in that moment, they had established some kind of invisible connection, which further strengthened Cyrus' determination to remain loyal and supportive of Legion commander Pluto.
The soldiers couldn't help but admire Cyrus's calm and restraint. One soldier grumbled discontentedly in the group, "If it were me, I would have punched that annoying guy in the face long ago!"
"What would hitting him accomplish?" another soldier retorted. "He has status there, how could you possibly lay a hand on him?"
At that moment, Constantine walked over and spoke in a soothing tone, "Alright, everyone, there's no need to say more. What's done is done, and there's no need to dwell on meaningless topics." He nodded towards Cyrus, and in that moment, his eyes were filled with respect and approval.
Cyrus responded with a smile, secretly glad that his self-control had not only won Constantine's approval but also showed his subordinates what true maturity and magnanimity looked like. In that moment, he felt that he was one step closer to becoming an outstanding leader.
At this moment, Cyrus scanned his soldiers sharply. He raised his right hand high and signaled to his deputy Constantine. Constantine understood his meaning and shouted loudly, "Hundred-man team, assemble!"
The soldiers quickly put on their equipment, stood in formation, and lined up neatly. Constantine walked through each row, ensuring that everyone stood like a brick, tightly pressed together. They gripped their shields tightly, and the sword handles gleamed in the sunlight. All eyes were focused on Cyrus, awaiting his next words.
Cyrus stood in front of the formation, his gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged soldiers, a serious but satisfied expression on his face. His deputy, Constantine, had just organized the formation, ensuring that every soldier appeared in the best condition in front of Cyrus.
"Hundred-man squad, attention!" Constantine shouted.
The soldiers stood up straighter in an instant, their gaze focused on Cyrus, waiting for his instructions and evaluation. Cyrus nodded, a simple gesture that seemed to signal an invisible message, boosting everyone's morale.
"Everyone," Cyrus began, his voice deep but powerful, "I am honored to lead this hundred-man team. You are the finest soldiers in Legio IX. Our mission is daunting, with countless difficulties and challenges ahead, but I believe that as long as we stand united, there is nothing we cannot accomplish."
Cyrus walks in front of the team, making eye contact with each soldier as if silently establishing an agreement with them.
"I have high expectations for this hundred-man team. I hope that we can not only complete the mission, but also become a model for the entire army, demonstrating the indomitable and fearless spirit of Legio IX. We will be the most important and reliable force of Legio IX. Are you ready to accept this challenge?"
"For Cyrus!" The soldiers almost simultaneously shouted, their voices loud and full of strength.
Cyrus smiled. He knew that the team was ready to give it their all, and it strengthened his belief in leading them to success.
"Very well, then let us move forward together, proving our worth, for Legio IX, for Rome!"
The soldiers' faces showed even more determined and confident expressions, as they were eager to throw themselves into the upcoming battle and challenges. Cyrus nodded once again, then turned and led his century towards an unknown future.
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