Rome Must Perish
Chapter 96 - 82 Accident_2

Chapter 96: Chapter 82 Accident_2

Tini Bazus was waiting in the yard, wandering idly around the wooden racks. He noticed that in front of each shelf, there was a wooden sign carved with different symbols.

Could this mark the battalion or Centurion group to which these weapons and armor belong? ... thought Tini Bazus, yearning even more to learn to read. Fortunately, his application had been approved, and in a few days, he could participate every evening in the study group organized by Clerk Volenus.

At that moment, he heard arguing from inside the house, followed by a scream.

Something happened?! ... He was startled, hesitated a bit, and then rushed into the main house.

As he stepped into the house, a wave of heat hit his face. In the center of the room was a tightly built half-person-high round furnace made of stone bricks, with a suspended chimney passage above it. The flames roared inside, and neatly arranged short swords were stuck around its edges... Lying on the ground beside the furnace was a robust young man in a leather robe, trembling all over, his face contorted in pain. Beside him knelt an elderly man also in a leather robe, over fifty years old, using both hands to hold down the struggling young man, his expression worried and anxious, yet continuously comforting him, "Son, it’s okay, it’s okay, hang in there a bit longer, just a little longer, it’ll be fine..."

"Teacher, the water is here!" Another brawny man rushed in with a bucket of well water.

The old man immediately lifted the leather robe on the young man, exposing a pair of bare legs.

Only then did Tini Bazus notice a large black wound on the man’s left thigh, with the flesh around it turned out and shriveled like charcoal, shocking to see.

"Quick, pour it on!" the old man urged anxiously.

A bucket of icy well water was poured directly onto his leg, and the young man screamed, "Ah," but his expression slightly relaxed.

"Teacher, the ash is here," Endias came over to the middle-aged man, hands cradling a black powder.

"The flesh is charred, what’s the use of ash!" the old man turned and shouted at Endias.

Endias was at a loss for words.

"What happened?" Tini Bazus asked Endias in a low voice.

Seeing him, Endias felt as if he had seen a savior and quickly whispered the events to him.

It turned out that the two blacksmiths in this shop were a father and son. When faced with the knives and spears of the rebel army, the older father, Pessianaxis, chose to submit, but the youthful son Pasipidas was brimming with resentment. That morning, he witnessed neighbors being driven from the city, fueling his anger.

Just then, Endias came in with a short sword to inform the blacksmith Pessianaxis, which was an ordinary process, but it clashed with Pasipidas’s fiery mood. He cursed the rebel army for treating them like slaves, commanding them at will, and in his anger, he snatched the short sword from Endias’s hands, throwing it aside forcefully. Unexpectedly, it struck the handle of another short sword embedded in the furnace, causing it to fly back at Pasipidas. Unable to dodge in time, he watched helplessly as the red-hot blade pierced through the sturdy leather robe and into his thigh, causing him to scream and collapse to the ground...

"It was just an accident, nothing to do with you," Tini Bazus softly reassured.

The worry on Endias’s face slightly diminished.

"Son, how are you?!" Pessianaxis’s urgent shout once again drew Tini Bazus’s attention.

"Pain... pain..." Pasipidas’s teeth chattered, his expression turning painful and contorted again. He reached to scratch the wound, but his father promptly blocked him.

The skin around the wound had turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp, and the redness continued to spread outward...

The old blacksmith had forged for decades, had bumps and bruises, but had never seen such a severe injury, and with it being on his son, he was desperately anxious, yet clueless about what to do, simply holding down his son’s hands tightly, his eyes brimming with tears...

Tini Bazus could not help but suggest, "Don’t waste time here, take him to the Medical Team quickly!"

"Medical Team?" The old blacksmith looked at Tini Bazus with confusion. He had noticed this fully armored soldier come in, but had been too preoccupied with his son’s injury to pay attention to him.

"In the Maximus Army, we have a Medical Team with excellent medical skills! Many soldiers who were severely injured have recovered completely after their treatment," Tini Bazus stated, confident he was speaking truthfully and with no exaggeration.

Hearing this, hope lit up in the old blacksmith’s eyes, though he still worried, "Will they treat... my son?"

"Of course they will!" Tini Bazus gave him a confirmed reply. "Quick, pick him up. Let’s hurry to the Medical Team, don’t delay!"

The old blacksmith did not hesitate any longer, immediately calling a few apprentices to lift his son onto their backs. They hurried out of the blacksmith shop, following Tini Bazus toward the Medical Team stationed in the mansion of the wealthy district...

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In the Pompeii City Hall, Maximus convened all the leaders of his subordinate troops for an internal meeting.

"... Above is the adjustment I made in response to the previous Military Commander Conference’s resolution and for the future development of our team. If anyone has any opinions, feel free to bring them up, and we can discuss them together," Maximus said, looking around at everyone.

Everyone was a bit surprised after hearing Maximus’s words, except for a few responsible for military affairs like Military Officer Frantinus, Quintus, Chief of Staff, Military Judge Sedonius, Fesaros, Torrelugo, Camillus, and Oluus, the four Great Captains, who had attended the meeting two days prior and already asked their questions. Today, aside from reviewing the content, they were also witnessing Leader Maximus’s adjustments to the logistics departments.

The hall fell into a temporary silence as everyone, after the initial shock, began to carefully consider how Maximus’s decisions would impact themselves and the team.

Predictably, the first to question was Acronis, "Leader, you mentioned earlier that each team will be independent in the future and must establish its own Supply Camp, and our kitchen will only provide meals for our own team. Does this mean the personnel originally stationed at other teams’ camps to cook can be brought back?"

Facing his capable subordinate, Maximus patiently explained, "Our Supply Camp originally provided logistical support for the entire team. Now, as each battalion separates, there is no requirement to divide the entire Supply Camp and assign it to each team, which is already a leniency granted to us by Spartacus and other leaders. Naturally, we should respond amicably by helping them establish their own Supply Camp.

Your previous subordinates have already been stationed in their camps for several months and are well acquainted with their teams. Why not persuade them to remain and assist their teams in quickly establishing their own complete chef teams?"

Acronis reluctantly mumbled, "Many of them are very capable, and I was hoping they would return, so in the future..."

"Since you were able to train so many capable subordinates in a few short months previously, I believe with your ability, you can train even more in the future, so there’s no need to worry about that," Maximus reassured gently. "Moreover, after our team becomes independent, the kitchen you are responsible for will not shrink; its size will actually expand, keeping you busy in the future."

Acronis smiled, "Leader, I understand, and I’ll do my best to accomplish what you’ve instructed!"

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