Hearing about land, hearing about money, the soldiers' eyes shimmered with hope.
"Don't you agree?" Bart Xialing looked at his subordinates, his words meant for everyone: "If we haven't got the land and money yet and die here, wouldn't that be like working a whole year without getting paid? Come on, let's persevere a bit longer."
With that, Bart Xialing reached out his hand to a soldier sitting on the ground.
The latter also grasped the acting Centurion's hand.
Bart Xialing gave a strong pull, lifting the soldier up from the ground.
The small detachment of thirty-seven men resumed their march; everyone was still tired, but their steps were firmer than before.
"Hold on, just a little further," Bart Xialing waved his arms, trying to boost morale: "Once we rendezvous with Lord Chelini's Cavalry, we'll have horses to ride."
"Centurion!" A soldier suddenly remembered something and asked loudly: "What if I can't ride a horse? What do I do?"