"Take care of this!"
Winters handed an arrow to Vashka, Samujin, and another veteran, Tamas.
The arrows were engraved with serial numbers.
These three were the centurions he had chosen.
Winters had originally wanted to assign personnel based on their place of origin, but he realized this was more trouble than it was worth.
So he reassigned all the soldiers, making the veterans centurions.
The three other people he trusted the most: Pierre stayed by his side as an adjutant; Anglu and Xial also stayed by him as messengers and military police.
"The arrow is your token. Do not break it. If it breaks, everyone gets whipped," Winters solemnly admonished the centurions, "and do not get separated. If one soldier strays, the rest will share the punishment!"
The three newly promoted centurions nodded emphatically.
At this moment, Winters's face did not show his usual mild demeanor but was filled with murderous intent: