"Augustus! Augustus! Augustus!" The soldiers roared in perfect unison. The voices of more than 5,700 men billowed out with the force of a tsunami.
In the face of such overwhelming power, Count Quentin's face turned ashen. The other nobles trembled in their boots, struck with terror.
Fang Zhen pressed his lips together, suppressing the urge to glance back at Tahar.
'He hadn't wanted the men to shout like that. It was too high-profile.'
However, Tahar was getting more and more into character, as if he truly enjoyed his role as the hype man. It was always Tahar who started the chants, rousing the soldiers' spirits.
The soldiers of the Augustus Army seemed to love this routine. They never tired of it and required no prior training. They clearly enjoyed shouting the name of Augustus and took great pride in it.
Fang Zhen inwardly shook his head.
