There were already some people gathered on both sides of the water channel, some filling their containers and leaving, some taking a sip of the cool river water, and others directly scooping water to refresh themselves...
"Casaridaoa!" A shout came from the crowd.
Casaridaoa took a good look and hurried over, respectfully saluting, "Captain, good morning!"
Centurion Stags looked at him and asked with a slightly serious expression, "You got up quite early; have you prepared everything?"
"Report to the captain! Helmet, breastplate, shin guards, square shield, short sword, along with a wooden pot, pottery jar, iron plate, crane head shovel... and five days' rations, I've packed them all." Casaridaoa answered fluently.
"You are now a centurion, so you cannot only take care of yourself; you must also supervise the soldiers under you!" Stags reminded.
"Yes, I know."
"How many reserve tribe members do you have in your squad?" Stags asked again.
"Two."
