The chief instructor's extremely cruel words have been echoing in Guo Nuan's ears. After the disbandment, there was no training as usual this afternoon. He had a half-day holiday. The tight pace of life suddenly relaxed, and Guo Nuan was a little uncomfortable with it.

However, knowing that tomorrow's fate was unpredictable, when I walked into the dormitory, I saw hundreds of people sitting lifelessly on the dirty bed boards.

"Yes, two hundred people will die on the first day tomorrow, and only about fifty people will be left on the third day. The rules of this game are really cruel," Guo Nuan sat on the bed, leaning on the wall beams and pillars to close his eyes slightly. Eyes resting.

Qi Sang was next to Guo Nuan. His eyes were dim. He lowered his head and twirled his fingers. He inadvertently looked up and glanced around, encountering the defensive and hostile gazes of everyone on earth.

"Sleep." In the afternoon, it was a rare day off. Qi Sang closed his eyes and fell on the bed. Who cares, we will talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow.

The next day, after a sleepless night, most people's eyes were bloodshot. It seemed like a quiet and orderly atmosphere, but in fact there was explosive tension in the air.

For breakfast, for the first time, Guo Nuan didn't have to rush to the cafeteria and fight with many people. Like everyone else, he received a delicious meat dish and a pot of strong wine.

Guo Nuan ate meat that he didn't know how to taste. He pulled his lips and laughed at himself: "Maybe this is my last meal, quack,"

The meal was tasteless, so Guo Nuan uncorked the wine flask, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. It gurgled into his stomach, feeling the blazing heat in it. Guo Nuan felt heroic in his heart through the power of the wine.

"Draw lots," the instructors stood in a line, holding their hands behind their hands and yelling at everyone to stop eating.

Guo Nuan picked up the leather shoulder pads, long sword and round shield on the table and hurriedly gathered towards the school grounds.

"Qi Sang, see you in the evening," Guo Nuan gave the big man a look of affirmation. They both smiled faintly and nodded vigorously in unison.

"See you tonight," Qi Sang murmured.

Guo Nuan neatly pulled out a wooden pick from the bamboo tube, seventy-two. He didn't know what was going on with Qi Sang, who was crowded in the distance. He hoped that Qi Sang could draw an opponent with poor fighting ability. Guo Nuan silently wished this new acquaintance in his heart friend in need.

Then everyone was pushing and shoving and drawing lots one after another. There was a buzz for a while, and the crowd was talking quietly. Everyone took the bamboo stick number and looked around from time to time, trying to find the opponent who drew the same number as themselves. .

"Quiet, quiet," the chief instructor standing on the high platform raised his whip and swung it hard at the black heads below. Suddenly, a few unlucky guys cried out in pain while holding their bleeding heads, and soon the crowd became quiet.

"I think that after almost a month of training, the Roman gladiator fighting skills taught by the instructors will be fully verified in actual combat on this day. Remember, a coward cannot become a gladiator. You must become a brave and fearless gladiator. , you must go through the baptism of blood and prove it with your opponent’s life, let’s go,”

The chief instructor's eyes were filled with fiery light. He was cold and ruthless. Among the hundreds of people below, most of them would be the grindstones for the final gladiator. In this world where the jungle is strong and the strong eat the weak, the lives of the weak are insignificant.

Guo Nuan found that the legs of many people in the crowd were trembling slightly when the chief instructor was lecturing them. However, most of the people who were selected from the thousands of prisoners who could be slaughtered were extremely vicious and daring people. There were also many people. His expression showed excitement and bloodthirsty.

Guo Nuan's heart was heavy. It seemed that the next step would be an extremely fierce battle. He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that there were too many people and things in the world that he was reluctant to part with. He would let his life perish in a hurry before he had time to cherish it. So he said calmly: "I, Guo Nuan, must survive,"

In nearly a month, Guo Nuan has almost mastered the dagger killing moves to a higher level. Although these damn instructors are destroying these hundreds of backups like demons, the instructors' teaching quality is extremely demanding every move. Let Guo Nuan learn it without any compromise. In addition to technical short-weapon killing, there are also various Roman weapons, such as fishing nets and chains. This is the first foreign weapon Guo Nuan has come into contact with, but it is a good weapon to use as an auxiliary.

Guo Nuan defines himself as a skilled fighter. He knows that his physique is small among the hundreds of strong men. If he has to hold a heavy ax and wear heavy armor to go head-to-head, Guo Nuan estimates that his strength is definitely In bad situation.

There are three types of fighter training in the training camp. The first type is fighters holding shields and swords. Fighters like Guo Nuan tend to be this type. They are equipped with cowhide leather armor that protects the legs, elbows, and wrists. In addition to a large shield, a long sword, and of course a helmet, the gladiator's equipment is very complete, but it also shows that the battle is extremely fierce and cruel, and the opponent is often locked to the point of death, so it requires high defensive performance, which can be Extending the time of the slaughter also extends the time of the gladiator battle and improves the viewing experience for the audience.

Guo Nuan was escorted into the training camp at night. During the march in the desert, he took the opportunity to urinate and hid the gold dagger and jade pendant he was wearing in the cracks of the black stones next to a haystack. So after entering the camp, these The instructor did not have the chance to confiscate his valuable belongings. Guo Nuan regretted that he did not bring his extremely sharp golden dagger with him, otherwise he would have greatly improved his combat effectiveness in this three-day bloody fighting event.

As for the second type, it is a melee-type Thracian fighter, holding only a dagger and a small shield that barely covers the chest. This is a type of fighter that completely pursues agility and agility and abandons most of the defense. It is suitable for the physique. For short people, when facing heavy gladiators, they can only use blitzkrieg to kill them with a few moves, or wander around in a protracted attrition battle to consume the heavy gladiator's physical strength and then wait for an opportunity to kill. Generally speaking, most Thracian fighters will not be able to fight against heavy fighters. All the fighters in the battle were at a disadvantage. Originally, Guo Nuan had considered taking up this type of fighter training, but Thracian's settings were too extreme. He was not completely sure that he could kill the opponent within a few moves or wander around and delay the opponent once he entered the field. The opponent wearing heavy armor was exhausted, so he made a compromise and chose a long light sword fighter.

Another kind is the heavy-armored Momiro fighter supported by the shell of a steel fortress. A large square shield of fine steel almost protects most of the forequarters. The head has thick armor and a mask with a leaky grid. Momiro In general, the right hand holds an exaggeratedly long hammer or a giant axe. The way to kill the opponent is to cut off the enemy's neck with all the roots, or to smash the opponent's head and splash out the white brains. This is At that time, there were exclamations and fanatical shouts on the steps of the Circular Gladiator Arena, which seats tens of thousands of people. Undoubtedly, the fights of the Momiro gladiators were full of violence and passion, and were highly sought after by most of the audience.

The last type left is the net-forked gladiator. As an Oriental, Guo Nuan has not yet been equipped with such strange weapons in the military establishment of Eastern countries. However, when he learned about the fighting style of this kind of warrior, Deep respect arose from the bottom of my heart.

Holding a fishing net and a harpoon-like harpoon, he looks like a fisherman preparing to go out to sea to fish. It feels a bit nondescript when meeting combatants, especially since this kind of gladiator almost bares his upper body to participate in the fight, and finally joins the fight. Some leather wrist guards on the upper joints undoubtedly have lower defense than a sword fighter.

"Qisang, why do you want to repair this fishing gladiator? You must know that this kind of gladiator with almost no defense is the most vulnerable to enemy attacks in the arena,"

Guo Nuan was once a little worried about Qisang's choice, but the Tubo Qisang man grinned and replied very relaxedly: "Haha, my family is in the pasture under the snow-capped mountains on the plateau, and I think it's pretty good for horse roping, especially There is a large lake near the ranch, and my father and I often go fishing in the lake. These nets and forks are all very familiar."

What Qi Sang chose happened to be what he was good at. When encountering an enemy, he would cast a net over it, entangle the opponent, and then stab the mesh with a fork. According to him, it was quite simple. If he was unlucky, If you don't entangle the enemy, then just run away. Barefoot and no clothes, no matter how you run, you can outrun those soldiers who are covered in a lot of armor. Come on, Qi Sang thinks this The unpopular warrior profession is still very good. If used properly, it may be useful in the gladiatorial arena.

In terms of physical strength, speed, and skills, Guo Nuan has witnessed the terrifying demonstrations of the instructors. There is no doubt that these people are retired gladiators, strong men who have survived countless life-and-death battles. Guo Nuan once witnessed an instructor holding a dagger blankly. Within one second, he straightened his arms and stabbed four times in succession, and the phantoms quickly formed a line.

An ordinary instructor is so powerful. In daily training, no matter how the instructors torture these recruits with devilish arrogance, beat the balls of these recruits, and succumb to the other party's power, Guo Nuan and the others do not dare to challenge them. The strength of the instructors There.

Some instructors teach heavy ax courses. A 40-kilogram ax sweeps and slashes. Not to mention that most slender iron swords will instantly twist when pressed hard. Even waist-thick wooden stakes can be completely absorbed by a 30-centimeter-wide sword. Ax blade, cut in half.

I heard that the fishing net gladiator instructor once caught a male lion weighing more than 400 kilograms with a fishing net when his harpoon broke when he was fighting in the Great Food Kingdom's arena and rode on the lion's back. He smashed the Tianling Cap on the lion's head with more than 300 fists, causing a sensation in the audience of 20,000 people. It was absolutely bloody.

Of course, this does not mean that the gladiator profession must be restrained. As the chief instructor once said sarcastically when suppressing Guo Nuan and the others, he, as a shield and sword fighter, made 135 appearances in his five-year career as a gladiator. , against the heavy ax gladiator, in a one-on-one duel, a total of twelve times, one sword blocked the opponent who was fully armored. From the weakest point of defense, the Adam's apple, the sword penetrated the front of the neck and inserted into the back of the head.

With the instructions from the chief instructor, Guo Nuan knew that no matter what role he chose, it was its own value. If he died, in those few seconds before his death, he should not complain about the shortcomings of the profession he chose, but himself. His fighting skills are not good.

"Seventy-two rounds, Guo Nuan, Qi Sang, get ready." Guo Nuan was stunned for a moment, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. The instructor in his ear was reporting the numbers indifferently: "You two go into the killing room.
Chapter completed!