Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

They're definitely counting on getting more money and supplies from the Senate by taking you."

Ignoring Ye's sarcastic remarks, Tiberius looked helpless and embarrassed.

It's not that he didn't want this!

Although I served in the military and even participated in the Third Punic War, apart from the navy, no one stipulates that soldiers must be proficient in swimming.

The guilt and remorse he felt for slowing down the main force weighed heavily on Gragu's mind.

Tiberius gritted his teeth and made up his mind to let the others go on their own and leave him alone.

Night: "When you're swimming, stick close to me, I'll lead you forward..."

Is there anyone willing to mentor this landlubber?

I need someone to share some of the pressure.

Ye never expected that the eldest of the famous Gracchu brothers would be a landlubber.

Although his body was enhanced once and he was much stronger than an ordinary person, his physical strength was not good enough to be compared with those great heroes who were famous for their endurance.

Swimming with someone for a short period is fine, but swimming 25 kilometers long for an extended period is simply unrealistic.

But leaving Tiberius alone here is even more impossible.

If they don't take Tiberius back, then they are deserters, even if it's for a better return to Rome—anyone can be sacrificed here, except Tiberius Sempronus Gracchus.

The existence of the Gracchi brothers is also very important in determining whether the soldiers' resentment and anger can be resolved.

Their status and position in Rome allowed them to act more effectively and gain more popular support.

Rome desperately needed a tribune who was dedicated to the people, someone who would speak up for the common people and ordinary soldiers.

Just then, veteran Carl stepped forward: "I'll do it...!"

His deep gaze fell upon Tiberius, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Ye couldn't help but glance at Karl again—

This once unruly veteran has gradually become much more composed, and has even fulfilled his promise to protect Tiberius.

Even if the greater reason for this is the existence of Tiberius, which determines whether Karl can regain his surname and glory in the future.

He absolutely would not allow Tiberius to die here.

After that, many people who considered themselves to be in good physical condition stepped forward. Night selected all of these volunteers to take over from Tiberius and swim with him.

After all, it's uncertain how many people here will be able to escape into the river after the fierce battle.

It's always good to have more candidates!

And when everything is ready—

As the second night since arriving in this world gradually descended, Night finally prepared to lead her people into action.

Thirty-nine people, like ghosts, hid behind the hill, making their final preparations.

Meanwhile, Ye was constantly observing the weak points of the enemy's base ahead, and after finding a place with relatively few people and easy to break through.

Night took the long spear from her back—

At the same time, a hand gesture was made, and everyone immediately entered a combat stance, ready to charge at any moment.

"Fight!" That's what the voice inside me told myself.

"Fight! And then win!" At this moment, Apollo's blessing within Ye once again emitted a faint glow.

To save energy, he only planned to use it once...

This attack should aim to create a breakthrough.

This will also be his trump card in wanting to lead 39 people to break through and turn the impossible into possible.

Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers awaiting orders, Ye slowly lowered the tip of his gun, bringing his entire body close to the ground, and began to throw.

This is the strongest strike that a mortal can unleash and even reach the level of divine martial arts!

It is the brilliance that once shone in the ancient Greek wars and paved the way for meteors!

In complete silence, in an environment where you could hear a pin drop.

The gentle breeze blowing slowly from the Ebro River brushed against everyone's skin for a fleeting moment.

Night spoke in a low voice—

He invoked the blessing of Apollo within him, not to recreate the ultimate piercing strike, but to unleash a devastating blow capable of shattering city gates, breaching the mountain fortress, and annihilating an army—

"If longing can bring about miracles, O Lord of the Sun, the Holy Light, transform this blessing into a power capable of shaping the future!"

The next moment, light—! In the stunned and shocked eyes of countless soldiers, countless faint white lights suddenly shone in the darkness—the radiance of hope!

What are these?!

Chapter 75 This is a necessary struggle for survival, kill!

The firefly-like lights rising in the darkness attracted the attention of the Spanish rebels stationed in the distance.

The patrolling sentries stared wide-eyed, bewildered and unable to comprehend what was happening.

firefly?

How come there are fireflies here?

Then, as the atmosphere trembled and those points of light converged, the sentinel finally realized something was wrong—

"enemy--!"

The word 'attack' hadn't even been started yet.

Boom! A spiral-shaped beam of light suddenly flew towards us from the distant hills.

A single shot, unwavering, filled with a resolute determination to win—

We absolutely must win...!

This is a necessary struggle for survival!

With a deafening roar, the beam of light finally descended from the sky, piercing the earth.

The violent explosion instantly engulfed the sentry tower and buried countless rebel figures.

The enemy didn't even have time to let out a painful scream...

"Charge—!" Night roared.

Then, all 39 people let out a roar in unison, and like ghosts, they disappeared into the night and quickly descended.

Each of them was shirtless to reduce the burden on their bodies.

Facing a fully armed army naked is an extremely dangerous move.

Flesh and blood are not like armor; a single, light sword strike can knock them to the ground, with no chance of ever getting up again.

but--

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die...!

The words spoken before nightfall still seemed vivid in my mind. These people were desperately struggling to survive, driven by a madness that they were determined to live.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, filled with a look of madness.

They are gamblers, gamblers who grasp at straws in desperate situations and relentlessly pursue any chance to turn things around.

They dared to risk everything, to gamble on a possibility, and they knew that in the capital of Rome, there were still people worth risking their lives for, worth sacrificing everything to pursue this victory!

Even if someone falls, we must not stop. Those who survive will carry their beliefs to continue protecting their families and seeking justice in their hearts.

This was something everyone had discussed before the final action.

On the other hand, from the perspective of the Spanish rebels, when they saw a group of fearless, shirtless men charging towards them, they were immediately stunned and unable to process what the scene before them meant.

Many people were still crying and screaming and fleeing in panic because of the aftershocks of the previous shot, and had no energy to pay attention to the situation here.

Night and his men, lightly armed, quickly charged forward. Led by Night, they followed the flames from the explosion, going against the flow of the fleeing Spanish rebels.

"Kill them!!! Don't run away, all of you come back! Enemy forces!! It's an enemy attack, all of you come back and wipe out these scum!"

Finally, one of the Spanish rebel commanders realized what was happening when he saw the group of shirtless warriors hacking and slashing their way towards the Ebro River without looking back.

The rebel commander roared in fury—

"You bunch of idiots, get moving! If a bunch of savages who can't even afford armor break through here, I'll chop off your useless heads!"

Although we don't know what's going on, as long as we're sure they're the enemy, there's no problem. Since they're the enemy, we have to take them down!

Finally, many soldiers realized what was happening and rushed towards Ye and the others.

The difference in quantity is simply too great.

Even at night, they could only rely on their invulnerable bodies to fight their way out of the encirclement.

The 39 people behind him followed closely, but they were only flesh and blood. If they slowed down even slightly, they might be hacked to death by the closing encirclement.

During this process, people were constantly slashed, bleeding profusely, their flesh torn apart, and they fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Those who survived dared not look back; they could only grit their teeth and move forward with even greater rage.

Tiberius was carefully protected and kept in the very center of the crowd throughout the process, but his heart was bleeding.

These people died because of him.

If it weren't for protecting him, perhaps one of the people who fell on the road wouldn't have been that group, but him.

Just as they were about to break through the encirclement that night, the enemy had completely surrounded them.

They realized that Ye and his group only numbered a few dozen and had no reinforcements.

The Spaniards all revealed menacing eyes.

Even Ye's seemingly invulnerable body instilled fear in them, making them regard him as a demon.

But if the devil's power is truly as great as imagined, why would he need to lead people on their escape?!

The enemy pursued relentlessly. After another shot pierced the chest of a Spanish rebel, Ye did not immediately pull out his weapon. Instead, he quickly stepped over the corpse and grabbed the half of the gun barrel that had been pierced through the back of the soldier.

The weapon was simply pulled out as if it were being pushed along by the current...

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Ye finally reached the banks of the Ebro River and, covered in blood, looked back.