Juleios rose, his piercing gaze sweeping over the gathered officers. His voice was calm but laden with authority:
"Tomorrow at dawn, we shall fight not just for our city but for the soul of the Sybaris Plain. The stakes are clear—our land, our people, and our future depend on this battle. When the signal comes, there will be no horns, no shouting. We will strike with precision and ruthlessness, advancing at full speed. The tighter our ranks, the greater the enemy's confusion. Once we close the trap, we'll force them to surrender. Imagine this camp as a pot of fragrant barley porridge. Let's see which brigade devours it the fastest and most thoroughly!"
The officers exchanged silent nods, their eyes ablaze with determination.
A Silent March Under the Stars
