"For bread, honey, hot soup and a brighter future!"
Soldiers in all ranks from the army of Thessaloniki cheered as they rushed into the city, coming to a direct confrontation with the guards of Fabrizio right on the main street of Constantinople.
"Your Majesty." Maximus bowed before the Caesar. "Please allow my men…"
"Take a rest, my friend." Antonius interrupted. "And besides… I want to do a test, an experiment, with those lives as a cost, and besides, you mentioned that they are nothing but a bunch of rogues and hooligans right?"
"…Yes? Your Majesty?" Maximus is confused, but soon he will get what Antonius is trying to mean.
A few field officers gave the command to march, and then the infantries holding the weird cylinder weapons in their hands began moving forward in a thin formation, with only four men in a column. The men on the first row have their cylinders pointing towards the enemies, while the other three have their weapons pointing towards the sky.
