With the intervention of the clone soldiers, Spartacus was quickly subdued.
On the other hand, Septimus quickly learned about the incident.
In the eyes of the Romans, apart from the Greeks, almost all other peoples could be considered barbarians, and the Thracians were no exception.
The clone army blindly obeyed the unit and had no problems with the allied forces.
However, the Roman legion in Asia showed contempt for barbarian peoples.
To be honest, Septimus was not interested in the trivial disputes between the allied armies.
With a simple thought, Spartacus was sentenced to 15 days of isolation, and the Roman centurion was sentenced to 2 days of isolation along with the legionary.
A Roman was supposed to have privileges within a Roman army.
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Inside the isolation cell, plunged into complete darkness, not a single sound could be heard.
Spartacus had been locked in there for fifteen days, and he finally understood why some people feared isolation so much. That kind of loneliness, isolated from the entire world, was something ordinary people could not endure.
But Spartacus felt a burning anger inside him, a fire that grew stronger and stronger.
He was disappointed in the Roman army; he even hated it.
This is an army formed by demons!
Spartacus had made a great effort to save many Thracians, but even so, they ended up as slaves.
So he made a decision: he would abandon the Roman army.
The door of the isolation cell opened, and the blinding sunlight appeared before Spartacus's eyes, causing him to instinctively cover them.
When he became accustomed to the sunlight, he found Nero standing directly in front of him.
"Your confinement is over. Come with me," Nero said calmly.
Spartacus slowly stood up and left with him.
"Have you reflected on the past few days?" Nero asked.
Spartacus nodded expressionlessly, although it was merely a formal gesture.
Nero sighed. "Don't be so impulsive in the future. If you encounter something like this again, you can come to me."
"Thank you, sir. You are a good person," Spartacus finally said with a grateful expression.
"Really? If you want to repay me, train hard. Go take a shower and rest. Training starts tomorrow," Nero replied calmly while patting Spartacus on the shoulder.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you.
Spartacus thought.
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Two days passed quickly, and Septimus observed the report concerning the desertion of Spartacus and another 14 men.
Spartacus's desertion surprised Septimus because, due to his influence, the Thracian army had not suffered much mistreatment.
In the original history, the Thracian army was treated as a slave army and driven like cattle onto the battlefield with the purpose of wearing down the enemy.
Roman laws are clear regarding deserters, and Septimus did not plan to intervene on Spartacus's behalf.
We are all responsible for our own actions.
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Deep in the mountains of Thrace, heavy snow was falling, covering the mountain villages with a silver blanket.
Sarah left the house somewhat uneasy. A few days ago, Farid had gone to the Maidoi tribe and returned furious.
From then on, Farid never smiled again; instead, he always had a gloomy expression on his face.
Sarah asked what had happened, but Farid did not want to say. Sometimes he became so irritable that he insulted people, which caused many headaches in the village.
At that precise moment, a somewhat cold hand suddenly covered her lips.
Sarah was stunned. Just as she was about to counterattack, she felt that familiar presence.
She turned around and saw that it was Spartacus.
"Spartacus, what brings you back?"
Sarah said in shock, "Isn't Spartacus in the Roman army, at the front?"
Spartacus looked extremely disheveled, with messy hair and a thick beard, as if he had not showered in more than ten days; he looked like a vagrant.
"I... The Romans were too brutal. They captured many Thracians and called me a barbarian, so I returned," Spartacus muttered with a serious expression.
Sarah's expression changed slightly upon hearing Spartacus's answer.
"Do you know what you are doing? Do you know how the Romans treat deserters?" Sarah shouted with a grim expression upon hearing her husband's words.
Sarah was incredulous at Spartacus's thought process.
As a result, it was the first time Sarah changed her impression of Spartacus.
"I know, but I... I really don't want to fight for the Romans. You have no idea what they have done. They have burned, killed, looted, and committed every imaginable atrocity! They are a bunch of demons!" Spartacus covered his head and said everything he was thinking as he remembered the horrible scenes during the war.
"You will bring disgrace upon the tribe," Sarah replied with a serious expression.
"I don't think so..." Spartacus said with a hesitant expression.
"Come with me to see my father," Sarah replied in frustration, not wanting to continue the argument.
"All right," Spartacus said.
Sarah led Spartacus into the hut, and soon they arrived in front of Farid.
Farid, Spartacus's father, had a clearly more aged face.
The surprised old man looked at Spartacus in astonishment.
But Sarah saw anguish and disappointment in his eyes.
Spartacus recounted what had happened, and the disappointment in Farid's eyes became even more evident, which made Spartacus even more uneasy.
"Spartacus, you are the greatest warrior in the area, and I have always been proud of you. I thought you would make our tribe even more prosperous, but I have realized that I was wrong," Farid said with a sorrowful expression as tears appeared in his eyes.
Spartacus stared blankly at his father. Since he was a child, he had been his father's pride and a warrior admired by everyone. It was the first time his father had looked at him with such disappointment.
"You know? A few days ago, the Maidoi tribe sent someone to inform me that I had to hand you over to the Romans. Otherwise, our village would become an enemy of Rome, and our entire tribe would be enslaved," Farid said with a melancholic expression.