Carrying logs was just the beginning. Afterwards, everyone carried out sprint training, weight training, mobile training, and some one-on-one basic exercises. Until the sun was about to set and everyone was exhausted, Gabi finally announced the first day. The training is over.
Some preparatory gladiators who had reached their limits fell to the ground when they heard that their bodies were shaking, and they didn't even want to move a little finger. Among them was Varo, and when Varo looked at Zhang Heng, he found that the latter Although he was sweating profusely and steaming hot, his breathing was still very steady.
Sweat ran down his chest, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, it seemed to have coated him with a layer of golden plating. Zhang Heng's muscles looked a little special, and his body was not as strong as those big guys. It's also the reason why most people easily ignore him when they first see him, but every muscle under the clothes is well-proportioned, and put together like a precision instrument.
He stretched out a hand to Varo, "You'd better get up quickly, or you'll be hungry, don't expect those guys to kindly leave food for us."
Valo looked around, only to realize that almost everyone on the training ground had left, and those who were too tired to move were also carried away by their companions.
"Thank you." Valo took another deep breath, grabbed Zhang Heng's hand, and stood up from the ground, "The good news is... if it goes well, I won't have to participate in this damn training tomorrow, by the way, you said earlier I never doubted what happened to me?"
"Before I answer your question, why don't you answer my question first," Zhang Heng said, "Will that slave trader friend of yours trade at a loss?"
"Of course not, Chickpea is recognized as a smart person, and he has many connections, even if he is not the most shrewd slave trader, he is not far behind." Varo said.
"I remember you told me that the price of a gladiator slave is two thousand sesterces, but the price you sell chickpeas is two thousand five hundred sesterces, because you have the talent for business , and then the chickpeas sold you to the gladiator school..."
"Yes, what do you want to say?"
"So, there are two possibilities, either the chickpeas didn't lose money and sold you to the Gladiator School at a price higher than 2,500 sesterces, but in this way the school should be very clear about your value , wouldn't have sent you here in the first place, either..."
Zhang Heng paused, "He sold you here at a normal or even lower price, and as you said, he will not lose money, so there must be someone behind him to pay the bill, which means Now, my friend in Rome, it is no accident that you were sold here, and what is worse, since the other party has done such a thing, they will not forget that you can leave here through your business ability, so there is Reasons to believe that the other party has long been prepared for this. Finally, judging from Marcruz's attitude towards you before, I think he is probably one of the insiders."
Valo was dizzy from Zhang Heng's analysis. He subconsciously opened his mouth to refute the other party, but he didn't know where to start.
In the end, he just said, "You don't know me at all, and you don't understand what happened to me. You haven't even been to Rome before this, so I don't think you should speculate about things you don't understand. I just want to finish eating One last meal here and a good night's sleep and as soon as I wake up the next morning I'll be out of this damn place and never come back so stop telling me about plots and tricks over and over again , this world is not as dark as you imagined, we should have good intentions... "
"You're right." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"What?" Walo didn't hear Zhang Heng's words clearly.
"We should have good intentions... There's a lot of truth in that statement."
"Are you... are you laughing at me?" Varo was a little suspicious.
"No, I really admire those who are willing to look at the world with kindness. Besides, my Roman friends, if we don't go to eat, I'm afraid we won't even be able to drink soup." Zhang Heng said helplessly.
"Oh oh oh, then hurry up, don't worry, my previous promise is still valid, and when I regain my freedom, I will find a way to get you out of here too."
"Thank you, but for now, I want to stay here for a while."
...
A week flies by in the blink of an eye, and the life of a preparatory gladiator is very simple. There are only three things a day, and that is training, training and training.
The repeated basic exercises are so boring that people doubt life, and at the same time, there is a feeling that all the strength of the whole body has been drained after each practice. However, no one dared to be lazy, because even though the training plan had been made, Gabi would still be there in person every day.
It can be seen that Gabi attaches great importance to this group of newcomers, and someone secretly asked the guys who passed the assessment and became official gladiators. According to those guys, although their training was very hard at the time, they were not so hard. So this probably belongs to Gabi's extra care for this group of newcomers.
Especially the Germanic Bach, who was almost spoiled by Gabi. His training volume is the largest of all, often twice that of others. Although he is physically strong and powerful, he can't stand this kind of training. He is tortured every time, but Gabi still doesn't show it Satisfied, in fact, as time went by, his expression became more and more serious.
And today is also the day to announce the distribution results.
As early as the night before, everyone had told Gabi the type of gladiator they hoped to be trained. Of course, the final result was still decided by the gladiator school. When they were sweating profusely in the training ground, the trainers were also Observe them silently, looking for a suitable training direction.
"Arianus." Gabi turned his eyes around the faces of the crowd and called out the first name.
The slave whose name was called stepped out from the crowd.
"Chaser." Gabby said.
A look of joy flashed in Arius' eyes. This is his favorite profession. The opponents of chasers are usually net fighters. When fighting, they will wear helmets. The top of the helmets is very sleek, leaving only two The observation hole is convenient for them to get rid of the control of the fishing net, and the fighting method takes into account both agility and defense, so that he can maximize his advantages.
"Kalundika." Gabi didn't stay long, and called out the name of the second person
"Trace."