Silence...
Oda Nobunaga: "Where have you two idiots taken my army?" Did I reward you in vain? You stated that you know the way to Iga Ikki and you can take me there without any problems!
"Sir, we were on the right track, we don't dare lie to you."
After listening to them, he decided to look around. He saw a huge gathering of troops in different clothes, with different weapons and different appearance. He knew something was wrong here.
"Takino Jurobei does not have such troops and allies.
Taking a closer look, he saw that the other party was also confused.
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- Where are we? This is clearly not the Roman Empire! "We were returning along the same road," was heard from behind Spartak.
Looking around, he saw that although they did not seem to be in Rome, there was still a huge army there with Roman flags and armor, but there was something strange in their ranks. Many wore outdated armor, and he did not recognize many of the army leaders. He realized that something was wrong and ordered his followers not to start a fight because something was wrong, especially because of this inscription in the sky.
In the end, having examined many Romans, he, thanks to the help of his followers, was able to recognize in one of them the hero of the Roman Empire, Scipio Africanus.
- Chatter: This can't be true! He's been dead for a hundred years!
- Chatter: Yes, I'm telling you, it's him! His face matches the statue I saw in the capital!
After some thought, Spartacus decided to find out everything personally and went to Scipio.
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Scipio's point of view: - I wonder where I am? I was preparing to move towards Carthage.
While thinking, he notices someone approaching him. Taking a closer look, he saw the mark of a slave on this man, but behind this man stood tens of thousands of people with such a mark. At first, Scipio was wary, as were his soldiers, because he saw the anger in the eyes of these slaves, but the man who was walking towards him and who also seemed to be the leader of this "army" did not look like he was going to fight, so he ordered his soldiers to lower their weapons.
— Unknown: Hello, are you by any chance Scipio Africanus?
Confused, I replied:
"My name is actually Scipio, but not Africanus."
The man looked a little thoughtful at first, but then answered:
— Unknown: Then I'll get better, is it Publius Cornelius Scipio?
- Yes, and who will you be?
A look of shock crossed his face and the space was filled with silence for a minute until I couldn't take it anymore.
- HEY!
Coming to his senses, he replied:
— Unknown: My name is Spartak. This will sound a little strange, but I want to ask another question: are you the one who defeated Hannibal at the Battle of Zama?
- What do you mean? I haven't defeated him yet.
After that, the man in front of me, who called himself Spartak, said something else that surprised me:
— Spartacus: This will sound even stranger, but you must have been dead for a hundred years already.
As I'm about to respond to this stupidity, I stop, feeling like someone is drilling into my back. Turning around, I see him, the man whose death I most wish.
- Legions! Turtle Formation! Fast!
And suddenly a voice was heard:
- Stop, that's it! Fast!
And the voice was followed by loud thunder, which attracted everyone's attention.
"I don't know what's going on here, but I'm sure I'll find out in 6 hours. It's completely unexpected for me to be here, just like for you, and it's also unexpected that I understand you all."
Everyone nodded their heads at these words.
"And some of you may have already noticed that there are individuals here who have long since become history. In my opinion, some of you have been dead for over a thousand years, and now let's figure out what we're doing here together.
After everyone had calmed down, a creature suddenly descended from the sky.
Everyone became alert, each ordering their soldiers to form a line to fight, and the soldiers with cannons pointed their weapons at the creature.
One minute later.
Second.
Third.
And in the fourth minute the creature began to move, when suddenly a voice was heard from it.
- So, is everyone here? Welcome to the Wave, where you have the chance to become entertainment for higher beings. Each of you is an important historical figure. Each of you has an army, the total number of which may exceed ten million. I didn't count :3.
But let's get back to the topic.
- What are you doing here? Well, you could say you do everything you can to survive. If you last a certain number of waves against my monsters, you will survive and I will bring you back. But if not, then you will die.
- Now I will explain in more detail. You can stay here for years. If you die, then you will become something like ghosts and will remain so until the end, if others win, then you will return back with them. This means you still have a chance. With each wave there will be more creatures, and they will also become stronger.
— But still, to make it easier for you, people who will be injured to such an extent that they will be considered disabled may even grow a severed limb after a while. Well, that's it. Find out the rest for yourself. Good luck, and I hope you put on a great show.
Silence...