Chapter 31: Night Raid

Chapter 31: Night Raid

As the dark night arrived and the full moon hung in the sky, everything fell silent. The soldiers of the uprising, who had been resting on the ground since the afternoon, awakened from their sleep. After eating the carefully prepared food by the logistics team, they were full of energy and high morale.

However, when they arrived at the eastern cliff under Spartacus lead and looked down, their hearts began to tremble. The steep cliff resembled a sharp blade, with an unfathomable depth below. The strong mountain wind howled, rustling the trees below like demons dancing, ready to devour human flesh at any moment.

The mountain wind pressed against the cliff and blew against the bodies of the rebel soldiers at the edge, making it almost impossible for them to stand firm

Just as they felt fearful, Spartacus deep voice rang in their ears, Ill go first. Without hesitation, he fulfilled his promise. His strong hands gripped a thick rope tied securely to a large rock. His sturdy legs stepped on the rocky crevices between the mountain ridges, slowly descending along the hanging rope

Everyone on the cliff held their breath, nervously watching his diminishing figure. Every swing of the rope and every groan he made tightened their nerves.

Although the moonlight was bright tonight, the darkness below the cliff eventually engulfed Spartacus figure. They couldnt see him anymore, which made them even more nervous. It wasnt until the rope shook forcefully three times, followed by three more shakes, signaling the agreed-upon signal

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing joy. Spartacus succeeded! He safely reached the ground!!

Its my turn. Crixus stepped forward.

And me too. Oenomaus also stepped forward. This was because two ropes were hanging down from the plateau to ensure that the soldiers could descend the mountain as quickly as possible. Otherwise, with Spartacus slow pace, it would take a long time for all five hundred warriors to reach the foot of the mountain one by one.

Crixus, Oenomaus, and other gladiators successfully descended the mountain, greatly inspiring the remaining warriors on the mountain.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Of course, things were not without difficulties. Occasionally, a warrior would accidentally bump into a mountain ridge or fall off while descending. Their screams were drowned out by the howling mountain wind

But these accidents were not enough to instill fear in the warriors. On the contrary, they were eager to descend the mountain and follow Spartacus to strike a blow against the Romans.

Soon, they could clearly see the Roman soldiers on guard behind the earth wall retreating.

Brothers, its our turn! Hamilcar turned around and said.

Commander Hamilcar, please give the order. We cant wait any longer! Everyone urged eagerly in hushed voices.

Hamilcar instructed Pigres and the others from the wagon team to lead the horses out of the mountain path and line up on the gentle slope.

Taking off their blindfolds and bridles, the handlers hesitated but ultimately drew their short daggers and ruthlessly stabbed the horses hindquarters a few times.

The horses let out pained neighs and fled forward in terror. They crashed through the palisade, some falling into the trench, and others colliding with the earth wall. The force of their charge was so great that it directly toppled the two-meter-high earth wall.

It worked! Maximus couldnt help but raise his fist in triumph, after all, it was his idea to use the horses to clear the way.

Brothers, follow me and kill the Romans! Hamilcar shouted loudly, leading the charge downhill.

KILL THOSE DAMN ROMANS! KILL THEM! Everyone shouted with extreme excitement. Although most of them were unarmed and poorly dressed (many new recruits had discarded their weapons during the daytime escape), their fighting spirit was high. They followed the path trampled by the horses, crossed the trenches, and rushed through the breaches in the earth wall. The firelight from the vineyard in front illuminated their way, and they could clearly see the fierce battle taking place in front of the farms entrance. They roared in anger and charged forward.

Under the influence of such high morale, Maximus blood boiled, and he had forgotten about his fear. Charging ahead, the meat cleaver in his right hand struck a Roman soldiers head, who let out a scream. In the next moment, Maximus left hand, wielding another cleaver, swiftly swung towards the neck of another enemy beside him

Maximus body, which had undergone years of hellish training as a gladiator, displayed astonishing lethality at this moment. Maximus wielded dual blades, charging through the enemy forces, as if nothing could stand in his way.

In reality, the majority of the enemies were still waking up from their sleep, unable to don their armor or pick up their weapons in time. They began to flee, attempting to seek refuge inside the farm, only to be intercepted by a group of rebel soldiers.