Septimus listened attentively to Eustagus's words.
The information differed somewhat from what Septimus knew, but not by much. From time to time, Septimus interrupted to ask questions and understand the general situation of the Pontic army.
Septimus understood the overall picture of the enemy army and gestured for Eustagus's camp and his cavalrymen to be organized.
Even if it were all a farce, Septimus was confident that he could finish off the few cavalrymen Eustagus had.
Even if Septimus were killed, a new clone with the same appearance could replace Septimus's main body.
On the other hand, Septimus had already decided to entrust the most dangerous missions to Eustagus and his men.
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The next day, Septimus slowly got out of bed while two female slaves helped him put on his armor.
Today was the day when they would fight the enemy to the death. The Roman army had many advantages, and the only thing left was to fight.
Outside the main tent.
Julius Caesar entered carrying a bucket of water so that Septimus could wash his face, and in his other hand he carried breakfast.
From being a simple officer to becoming a military adviser.
Julius Caesar's career in Septimus's army could be considered brilliant by many nobles in Rome.
Julius Caesar was also aware of his position and took every opportunity available to come into contact with Septimus or become friends with him.
Septimus was also slightly surprised by Julius Caesar's servile attitude.
"If your mother finds out that you are doing the work of servants within the army, it will cause me problems," Septimus said jokingly.
Septimus remembered that, in the past, either the clone guards or the female slaves were in charge of bringing water; Julius Caesar had never done such a thing.
Julius Caesar smiled awkwardly, without explaining the reason, and said, "General, today is the day of the great battle. Do you think I can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions?"
"What happened? Weren't you excited to be a military adviser?" Septimus asked.
Septimus was aware of the attractiveness that a position as a military adviser in his army had.
The position meant being close to Septimus and being able to make suggestions about strategies on the battlefield.
On the other hand, although Septimus tried to hide the strangeness of his clone army, the intelligent Julius Caesar noticed many suspicious points.
Julius Caesar could not imagine anything related to Septimus's replication ability, but he could notice the incredible loyalty that the soldiers and generals had toward Septimus.
Within the 10 legions, Septimus's word meant absolute law.
During the last few days, Julius Caesar devoted much of his time to understanding and speculating about the incredible brainwashing abilities implemented by Septimus on his soldiers.
The perceptive Julius Caesar believed that Septimus had incredible brainwashing abilities and wanted to learn them.
In Roman history, there was no shortage of generals and consuls who were betrayed by their soldiers and killed.
A Roman general with the ability to generate extreme and almost fanatical loyalty in his legions was very rare, and Julius Caesar fervently wished to learn the methods used by Septimus to train his troops.
"No, personally, I want to prove my worth on the battlefield rather than stay in the rear for the entire campaign," Julius Caesar said seriously.
Julius Caesar also wanted to learn and personally see the combat effectiveness of an army motivated by fanatical loyalty.
Septimus looked at Caesar and confirmed that his gaze was clear, making it impossible to guess his purpose.
"Very well, I will appoint you as a military civil officer later, but forget about today. Remember, you must stay alive, or I will not be able to explain it to your mother," Septimus said after thinking for a few seconds.
"Thank you, General," Julius Caesar replied with an expression of gratitude.
After speaking, he quickly brought Septimus his food. Seeing Julius Caesar's diligence, Septimus found it difficult to associate him with the famous conqueror Julius Caesar.
In any case, it was the breakfast served by Julius Caesar. Although the breakfast was very simple, consisting only of a bowl of milk, a slice of bread, and two eggs, Septimus found it quite decent.
Just after finishing eating, news arrived about the gathering of a large number of enemy troops leaving the camp, apparently preparing for battle.
Septimus immediately gave the order for the soldiers to prepare for battle.
The camp gates burst open, and the trumpets sounded loudly as a massive wave of soldiers rushed out through the entrances.
"Hurry up, stay close to me. Spartacus, keep your men in line, make sure they stay close to the flag and obey my orders," Nero shouted at Spartacus and his men.
These men did not understand the signals with flags at all and had to rely on their own orders.
"Understood, sir."
Spartacus exclaimed enthusiastically, "This is a massive battle in which almost 400,000 people could participate."
If he returned to his hometown, he could easily boast to his family about this experience.
Spartacus and the Thracian cavalry followed Nero out of the camp and began deploying their troops under the command of a legion commander named Baro.
"Stop talking and advance," Nero roared at the group of Thracians.
After Nero's reprimands, the Thracians finally calmed down.
At that precise moment, a messenger conveyed Baro's order: allied cavalry squadrons bravely scouted ahead of the enemy lines and soon spotted the enemy chariots.
Far in the rear, Septimus was mounted on his horse together with his personal guard while closing his eyes and receiving the message.
"So they really placed him in the central formation of the army? Notify all the slingers and elite slingers from Macaro Island to move to the central formation of the army," Septimus said calmly.
Upon receiving Septimus's order, the slingers from the island of Macallo immediately went into action and headed toward the central formation of the army.
Septimus continued reorganizing his troops. After discovering that the enemy had deployed barbarian soldiers on the left and right flanks, he deployed four clone legions and Thracian soldiers on the left and right flanks to deal with the enemy barbarian soldiers.
The Roman legions were positioned in the center to confront the enemy's central army.
The cavalry was deployed on the flanks to confront the enemy cavalry.
In addition, two clone legions were left in reserve to deal with any situation.
What worried Septimus the most was the cavalry. His cavalry had barely six thousand men, less than a third of the enemy's strength.
Septimus did not need them to win; he only wanted them to be able to contain the enemy.
Through the clone legionaries, Septimus observed the enemy from the center, near the right flank. The barbarians wore all kinds of clothing and carried all kinds of weapons. They were not even completely equipped with leather armor; they were a mess, and they looked like a mob.
"Sound the trumpet and order the army to attack," Septimus said symbolically to the clone trumpeter.
It was the first time Septimus had participated in a war involving nearly half a million people. The immense army stretched as far as the eye could see, which made him feel somewhat overwhelmed.
Once such a large army had been deployed, the outcome of the war was no longer under his control; everything depended on fate.
The stimulating sound of the trumpets echoed, and the entire army slowly advanced like waves.