"Roar!!!" The guards raised their arms and roared.
Most of the soldiers in the Guard had been brought over by Pequot from the defeated remnants of Enomai's forces. Maximus had appointed them as his guards, partly to win hearts and minds, and partly for ease of governance. After all, they had been accustomed to the lax discipline of Enomai's army and would certainly struggle to adapt to the strict regulations of Maximus's forces at the beginning.
And indeed, that was the case. Over the past month, they had caused some disturbances, leading many soldiers from the three legions to regard them with strange looks, secretly calling them "barbaric outsiders," which left them holding a deep grudge and eager to prove themselves.
Watching the 600 soldiers of the Guard, armed relatively well, charge aggressively toward the northwest, Flanitnus muttered in a low voice, "After a month in the cage, the hunting dogs are finally unleashed! Hopefully, they will prove useful..."
