48 Hours a Day

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“It seems that the Germans are nothing extraordinary.” After witnessing the previous conflict, Varo seemed to have changed his mind.

On the contrary, Zhang Heng held different opinions on this, “can’t say that.”

“en?”

“In terms of strength, the Gladiator’s side is indeed stronger, but don’t forget that the Germans were taken back from the front line. They struggled all the way, and their bodies and spirits were not at their best. At this point, there was only 40 left -50% strength, and watching the Gladiator School should intentionally give them a dismounted horse, although only brought 6 Gladiators to greet them, it seems that they do not care about them, but I dare to say that even these 6 people are not the best corner of the school The fighters must be above the average level. In short, these Germans were overcast by the school. After experiencing such a thing, they will build up awe of the school and at the same time in order to scrub in the subsequent training. Today ’s shame will be even harder. “

Zhang Heng said that he found Varo staring blankly at him.

“how?”

Varo hesitated and said with some sympathy, “In your Great Han Empire, the political struggle between the nobles must be cruel, otherwise why you can think of so many things from one thing, it is like Elder’s Council The elders are the same. “

“………”

The lively not at all of 2 people can be seen for how long, with the arrival of the Germans, the newly purchased slaves of the Gladiator School have all arrived, so the person in charge of the Gladiator School summoned everyone to In the training ground.

There are almost forty-fifty people, in addition to the 6 Germans, there are Gauls, Parthians, Sami and Zhang Heng, Hans from the far east, some of them are prisoners of war, some are slaves, and Some are civilians who voluntarily become gladiators and rogue little Roman aristocrats. Looking at the origins of these people, it looks like a small international exchange.

Everyone stood together messily, whispering, and the expression on everyone’s face was different.

Zhang Heng noticed that there was a look of excitement on Varo’s face, because today is their day of preparing a group of gladiators to start school. According to the convention, the master of the gladiator school will definitely show up.

At that time, Varo will be able to sell his business skills to the other party. If everything goes well, he does not need to stay here again. He can take the streets again and breathe free air. Of course, his freedom is only limited, but compared to It’s much better to be a gladiator in the bloody fight in the arena, or to mine in the countryside.

Varo also glanced at Zhang Heng, who had no fear or anxiety on his face. Instead, he showed a look of interest. Just as in a tour, Varo had to be in the heart Secretly admiring this young nobleman of the Great Han Empire is really big heart.

Finally, when everyone was impatient under the scorching sun, the Lord finally came on stage.

It was a wealthy middle-aged Roman who wore a short-sleeved long-sleeved coat that was the most common on the streets of Rome. The blanket-like cloak was draped over his shoulders. The left and right lengths were different. , Wrapped around his chest and neck, and then tucked into his waist. He dragged a piece of cloth with one hand, and the other hand was empty. The emerald ring above was very conspicuous.

Zhang Heng knew from Varo that this most distinctive Roman robe is not for everyone to wear. Slaves, foreigners, including liberated slaves, can only wear long coats inside, not casually wear cloaks outside .

Next to the middle-aged Roman, there were two young female slaves of good shape, one supported him cautiously, and the other covered the sunshade behind him, their three people were training directly The court appeared ahead of the 2-Layer balcony of that building.

The trainer waved his whip, and the crowd on the training ground finally became a little quieter. Then the head of the school bowed to the middle-aged Roman, “Master, everyone is here.”

“Then let’s get started.” The middle-aged Romans obviously did not do this kind of thing for the first time. Nodded, he sat in a chair in the center of the balcony, as if he were an emperor sitting on the throne, overlooking the living beings .

His name is Marquez, and he runs the 2nd largest gladiator school in the city of Rome. He has more than 400 gladiators, the arena outside, the theater next to the arena, and 3 gladiator training grounds and rest Room and so on are his assets.

speaking from a certain perspective, he is indeed like an emperor here.

Marcus apparently did not do this for the first time. He waved to the head of the school, who immediately shouted at the ready gladiators in front of him.

“Take off your clothes!”

Everyone hearing this glanced at each other, until the trainer raised his whip again, dilly-dallying began to take off his jacket, revealing a strong body, Varo originally thought that the unruly Germanic would be in It was troublesome at this time, but didn’t expect them to hesitate and take off their clothes.

At this point, Varo also had to admire the speculation that Zhang Heng had dismounted before.

Everyone took off their shirts in accordance with the order, but the trainers seemed unsatisfied, so the people on the training ground had to continue to take off until a loincloth remained, and the middle-aged Roman talent finally expressed satisfaction.

He stood up and each and everyone looked over and muttered, “Very good, this time the greedy slave traders finally found me something good.”

The person in charge of the school also said, “These guys should be able to make up for the manpower we lost before.”

“But their prices are not cheap.” The eyes of the middle-aged Romans flashed, “Where is the German who spent my 7000 Sestres?”

The trainer rushed to Bach to signal that the latter came out of the crowd with some dissatisfaction.

“Come closer and let me take a good look.” Marquez greeted.

Bach could only take 2 more steps forward and came downstairs.

“Uh huh, do you think he can match Sith Natus?” Marquez asked the school principal.

“This … is a little difficult. Cissnatus is the 3rd annual champion of Victor Arena. No one can beat him. When he first came, he needed 4 players to beat him.” Although this may make Marcus Unhappy, but the school principal thought about it and decided to speak frankly, otherwise if Bach ’s future growth did not meet expectations, it was him and the trainer who were bad luck. There is still a big gap. “