"It seems that those Germans are nothing special." After witnessing the previous conflict with his own eyes, Varo also seemed to have changed his mind.
On the contrary, Zhang Heng held a different opinion on this, "You can't say that."
"Um?"
"In terms of strength, the gladiators are indeed stronger, but don't forget that those Germans were brought back from the front line. They were exhausted all the way, and their bodies and spirits were not in the best condition. At most, there were only four people left here." 50% strength, and it seems that the gladiator school should deliberately give them a disqualification. Although they only brought six gladiators to meet them, it seems that they don't care about them, but I dare say that even if these six are not the best gladiators in the school , must be above the average level. To put it simply, these Germans were overshadowed by the school. After experiencing such a thing, they will build up awe of the school. The shame will be even more desperate."
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he found that Walo was staring at him blankly.
"how?"
Varo hesitated for a moment, and said with some sympathy, "In your Great Han Empire, the political struggle among the nobles must be very cruel, otherwise, why can you associate so many things from one thing, just like the elders of the Senate Same."
"..."
The excitement between the two did not last long. With the arrival of the Germans, the new batch of slaves purchased by the gladiator school had already arrived, so the head of the gladiator school called everyone to the training camp. field.
There were about forty or fifty people in total, except for the six Germans, there were also Gauls, Parthians, Sami people, and Zhang Heng, a Han from the far east. Some of them were prisoners of war, some were slaves, and Some were commoners who voluntarily became gladiators and down-and-out Roman nobles. Just looking at the origins of these people, it seemed like a small international exchange meeting.
Everyone stood together in a mess, whispering to each other, and the expressions on their faces were quite different.
Zhang Heng noticed a look of excitement on Varo's face, because today was the start of school for their group of preparatory gladiators, and according to the usual practice, the master of the gladiator school would definitely show up.
At that time, Varo will be able to sell his business talents to the other party. If everything goes well, he will not need to stay here any longer, and he can walk on the streets again and breathe the free air. Of course, his freedom is only limited, but compared to It would be much better to become a gladiator and fight bloody battles in the arena, or to farm and mine in the countryside.
Varo also glanced at Zhang Heng beside him. There was no fear or apprehension on the latter's face. Instead, he showed a look of great interest, as if he was on a tour, and Varo had to secretly admire him. This young nobleman of the Han Empire really has a big heart.
Finally, when everyone stood impatiently under the scorching sun, the rightful lord finally appeared on the stage.
It was a middle-aged Roman who looked a little rich, wearing a short-sleeved long coat that is most common on the streets of Rome. A blanket-like cloak was draped over his shoulders. The left and right lengths were different, and the left part passed under his arm. , Wrapped around his chest and neck, and then tucked it into his waist. One of his hands is dragging a piece of fabric, and the other hand is free. An emerald ring on it is very conspicuous.
Zhang Heng learned from Varo that not everyone can wear this most distinctive Roman robe. Slaves, foreigners, including liberated slaves can only wear the inner long robe, instead of the outer cloak. .
Beside the middle-aged Roman, there were two young female slaves with good figure, one was supporting him carefully, and the other was behind him supporting him with a cloth covering from the sun. The three of them were directly training Appeared on the second-floor balcony of the building directly in front of the field.
The trainer waved the whip in his hand, and everyone 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 Roman obviously didn't do this kind of thing for the first time. He nodded and sat on a chair in the center of the balcony, just like an emperor sitting on a throne, overlooking the All living beings under your feet.
His name is Marcus, and he runs the second largest gladiator school in Rome. He has more than 400 gladiators. The arena outside, the theater next to the arena, and three gladiator training grounds And the lounge and so on are his assets.
In a sense, he is indeed like an emperor here.
It was obviously not the first time that Marcruz did this kind of thing, he waved to the person in charge of the school, and the latter immediately shouted at the group of preparatory gladiators in front of him.
"Take off your clothes!"
Everyone looked at each other when they heard the words, until the trainer raised his whip again, and then slowly took off their shirts, revealing their muscular bodies. Varo originally thought that those rebellious Germans would be there At this time, they made trouble, but they didn't expect that they just hesitated and took off their clothes.
At this point, Valo also had to admire Zhang Heng's previous speculation that he was off the horse.
Everyone took off their shirts one after another, but the trainers seemed dissatisfied, so the people on the training ground had to continue taking off their shirts until there was only a loincloth left, and the middle-aged Roman finally expressed his satisfaction.
He stood up, looked at them one by one, and muttered, "Very good, this time those greedy slave traders finally found me some pretty good goods."
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 Roman flickered, "Where is that German who paid me seven thousand sesterces?"
The trainer signaled to Bach, and the latter walked out of the crowd with some dissatisfaction.
"Come closer, let me take a good look." Marcruz greeted.
Bach could only take two steps forward and came downstairs.
"Hmm, do you think he can compare to Cisnatus?" Marcruz asked the head of the school.
"This... is a bit difficult. Cisnatus is the three-time champion of the Victor Arena. He is unbeatable. When he first came, he needed four good players to defeat him." Although saying this may make Marcrus uncomfortable I am happy, but the head of the school decided to tell the truth after thinking about it, otherwise, if Bach’s future growth fails to meet expectations, he and the trainer will be unlucky. Not a small gap."
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