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Cyrus's soldiers solemnly escorted Lucius and his old soldiers out of the villagers' homes. The soldiers' expressions were stern, their steps firm, as if upholding the dignity and discipline of the Roman army. Lucius's hands were bound, his head hung low, like a lion stripped of all pride and fighting spirit. His old soldiers appeared weary and powerless, their eyes revealing fear and confusion.
The village center, once a place of joy and life, had now become a stage of war. As the Roman soldier marched, the villagers one by one peeked out from their homes. Their faces were filled with fear, sadness, and anger. They looked at the Roman squad, their emotions complex and indescribable.
The girl taken hostage by Lucius has disappeared without a trace. Perhaps she has escaped back home or found refuge in a safe place, but her fear and pain will undoubtedly deeply affect her soul. This is a trauma of war, and the innocent villagers will have to endure such suffering.
The group slowly walks along the village's small paths, and everything around seems unusually quiet. Only the sound of the soldiers' footsteps and the clanking of the prisoners being escorted echo in the air. At this moment, it is not just a profound experience and reflection for the captured Roman soldier, but also for the entire village residents, and even for Cyrus and his soldiers. The cruelty of war is not just about blood and death, but also about the indelible trauma and pain.
As the Roman soldier marched through the streets of the village, they faced not only the sight of destroyed houses and terrified villagers, but also the bold few who stood at their doorways, their eyes filled with anger and disdain, glaring straight at them. The gaze of these villagers felt like arrows piercing Cyrus's heart. He felt confused and helpless, unsure of how to face such hatred and animosity.
Cyrus's confusion was explained in a low voice by Constantine. "Don't dwell on it anymore, Cyrus," Constantine said. "To them, we are no different from those thugs. We are all invaders, all bringers of pain and destruction." His words weighed heavily on Cyrus, deeply feeling the complexity and cruelty of war.
Constantine's words are like a heavy reminder, reminding Cyrus that no matter their original intentions, to the villagers who have lost their homes and loved ones, they are the ones who bring suffering. Cyrus nodded deeply, his heart filled with complex emotions. He understood that as a soldier, he had a duty to carry out orders, but at the same time, he deeply felt that everything he had done was so unjust and cruel to these innocent people.
For Cyrus, this journey was not just about bringing a rebellious centurion back to the camp, but more like a spiritual exploration and reflection. His steps became heavy, each one as if stepping on his own heart. He knew deeply that this war and this mission would become an eternal mark in his heart.
When Cyrus and his troops reached the exit of the village, they were deeply shocked by the scene before them. The houses and rice fields that had been engulfed in flames were now reduced to a charred wasteland, with the air filled with a suffocating burnt smell. As they walked, the villagers stopped their work and glared angrily at each Roman soldier.
This silent confrontation was filled with unspoken accusations and grievances. Suddenly, a villager stepped forward and spat disdainfully on the ground, seemingly expressing his contempt for the Roman soldiers and his anger at the senseless destruction. His action resonated with the other villagers, whose expressions were filled with the pain of losing their homes and hatred towards the invaders.
Cyrus felt heartbroken, unable to bear the burden of such hatred and anger. His gaze wandered between the Roman soldier and the villagers, struggling internally. As a soldier, he understood the necessity of orders, but as a person with a conscience, he couldn't ignore the present pain and suffering. Each step felt like stepping on sharp thorns, and each angry shout felt like carving deep marks on his heart. In that moment, Cyrus deeply realized that the cost of war far exceeded his imagination. This war was not just a test for the soldiers, but also a challenge to his humanity.
As the villagers' anger escalated, they began to surround Cyrus and his soldiers. Angry shouts and accusations echoed in the air, and the villagers' eyes were filled with disgust and hatred towards the Roman soldier. They waved their tools, their emotion running high, seemingly on the verge of conflict at any moment.
Cyrus quickly realized the severity of the situation. He knew that staying here would only escalate the conflict, potentially leading to more serious consequences. He immediately issued orders for the soldiers to quicken their pace and swiftly leave the hostile village. His voice conveyed urgency and seriousness, clearly instructing the soldiers not to linger and to avoid unnecessary conflict.
The soldiers promptly responded to Cyrus's orders, hastening towards the village's exit. They maintained a tight formation, vigilantly observing their surroundings and ready to respond to any potential danger. The angry shouts of the villagers gradually faded, but the feelings of anger and hatred were deeply etched in everyone's hearts.
Cyrus kept looking back at the angry villagers as he marched, his eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow. He knew all too well that the tragedy was all caused by the war, and as a soldier, he couldn't stop the innocent losses.
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