The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

The extremely cruel words of the chief instructor have been echoing in Guo Nuan's ears. After the disbandment, there was no training in the past for one afternoon, and it was a half-day holiday. The tense life rhythm suddenly relaxed, and Guo Nuan was a little uncomfortable.

But knowing that tomorrow's fate is unpredictable, walking into the dormitory, hundreds of people are sitting on the dirty and messy bed boards, lifeless.

"That's right, 200 people will die on the first day of tomorrow, and only about [-] 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 rested.

Qi Sang was next to Guo Nuan, his eyes were dimmed, he lowered his head and twitched his fingers, and inadvertently raised his head to scan the surroundings, and met the defensive and hostile gazes that were full of grass and trees.

"Sleep," in the afternoon, a rare vacation, Qi Sang closed his eyes and collapsed on the bed, forget about him, let's talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow.

On the second day, after a sleepless night, the eyes of most people were bloodshot. It seemed to be quiet and orderly, but in fact the air contained explosive tension.

For breakfast, for the first time, Guo Nuan didn't have to scramble for the first time in the cafeteria and crowded with many people. He received a delicious meat meal and a jug of spirits like everyone else.

Guo Nuan ate the meat that didn't taste good, he pulled his lips and laughed at himself: "Maybe this is brother's last meal, quack,"

There was no taste in eating, so Guo Nuan uncorked the flagon pot, raised her neck and drank it all in one gulp, gurgling into her stomach, feeling the blazing heat in it, Guo Nuan raised a sense of pride in her heart through the power of wine.

"Draw lots," the instructors stood in a line and shouted at everyone to stop eating.

Guo Nuan picked up the leather shoulder pads, long sword, and round shield on the table and hurried to the school grounds.

"Qi Sang, see you tonight," Guo Nuan gave the big man a positive look, the two of them smiled slightly, and nodded vigorously at the same time.

"See you tonight," Qi Sang murmured.

Guo Nuan quickly pulled out a wooden stick from the bamboo tube, 72, he didn't know how the crowded Qi Sang was doing in the distance, and hoped that Qi Sang could draw an opponent with poor combat power. Guo Nuan silently wished this new acquaintance in trouble friend.

Immediately, everyone pushed and shoved and drew lots one after another. There was a buzzing sound for a while, and there were whispers of discussions in the crowd. Everyone held the bamboo stick label and looked around from time to time, trying to find the opponent who had the same number as they drew. .

"Quiet, quiet," the chief instructor standing on the high platform raised his long whip and slammed it at the dark heads below. Suddenly, a few unlucky guys held their bleeding heads and cried out in pain, and soon the crowd became quiet.

"I think, after about a month of training, the instructors taught you Roman gladiator fighting skills 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 rain, and prove it with your opponent's life, let's go, "

The chief instructor's eyes burst into fiery light. He is indifferent and ruthless. Among the hundreds of people below, most of them will be the whetstones of the last gladiators. In this world of the jungle, the lives of the weak are worthless.

Guo Nuan found that the legs of many people in the crowd were trembling slightly when the chief instructor was lecturing, but those who could be selected from the tens of thousands of prisoners who were slaughtered were mostly vicious and courageous, and there were also many His expression revealed an excited and bloodthirsty brilliance.

Guo Nuan's heart is heavy. It seems that the next battle will be extremely fierce. He is not afraid of death. What he is afraid of is that there are too many people in the world who are reluctant to let go. "I, Guo Nuan, must live on,"

In nearly a month, Guo Nuan has almost mastered the dagger-killing moves to a higher level. Although these damn instructors are destroying the hundreds of backups like devils, the instructors have extremely strict teaching quality in each move. Let Guo Nuan learn it without any compromise. In addition to the skill-based short weapons, there are also various Roman weapons, such as fishnets and chains. This is the first time Guo Nuan has come into contact with foreign weapons, but it is a good weapon for assisting.

Guo Nuan defined himself as a skilled fighter. He knew that his physique was considered small among these hundreds of strong men. If he wanted to fight head-on with a heavy ax and armor, Guo Nuan reckoned that his strength would definitely be In bad situation.

There are three types of fighter training in the training camp. The first type is fighters holding shields and long swords. Guo Nuan is a fighter who tends to be like this. He is equipped with cowhide leather armor that protects his legs, elbows, and wrists. With the addition of a large shield, 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 it is often to fight with opponents to the point of death, so it requires high defensive performance. Prolonging the slaughter time also increases the viewing experience for the audience by prolonging the time of gladiator battles.

Guo Nuan escorted those who entered the training camp at night. On the way to the desert, when he took the opportunity to pee, he hid the golden dagger and jade pendant on his body in the cracks of the black stones beside a deserted haystack, so after entering the camp, these The instructor also had no chance to confiscate his treasured belongings. It was a pity that Guo Nuan didn't bring his extremely sharp golden dagger with him, otherwise he would be able to greatly improve his combat effectiveness in this three-day bloody fight.

As for the second type, it is a close-combat Thracian fighter, who holds only a dagger and a small shield that barely covers his chest. Small people, but when facing heavy gladiators, except for a few moves to kill them in a blitzkrieg, or a protracted war of attrition, which consumes the stamina of the heavy gladiators and then waits for an opportunity to kill them. Generally, most Thracian fighters fight heavy All fighters are at a disadvantage. Originally, Guo Nuan also considered choosing this type of fighter training, but Thrace's setting is too extreme. He is not fully sure that he can kill the opponent within a few moves after entering the field, or wander and delay. Seeing that the opponent in heavy armor was exhausted, he chose the long light sword fighter as a compromise.

Another type is the heavy armored Momiro fighter supported by the shell of the steel fortress. A large stainless steel square shield almost protects most of the forequarters. The head has a thick armor and a mesh mask. Momiro The door generally holds an exaggerated long hammer or giant ax in his right hand, and the way to kill the opponent is to cut off the enemy's neck with Qi Gen, or to smash the opponent's head, splashing white brains. At that time, there were exclamations and fanatical shouts on the steps of the round gladiator field with tens of thousands of seats. Undoubtedly, the fighting of Momiro gladiators was full of violence and blood, and was sought after by most of the audience.

The last one is the cross-hatched gladiator. Guo Nuan, as an oriental, has not been equipped with such a strange combination of weapons in the military establishment of the eastern country. Heartfelt deep reverence.

Holding a fishing net and a harpoon-like halberd, it looks like a fisherman preparing to go fishing. It feels a bit nondescript when meeting fighters, especially this type of gladiator, who is almost naked to the upper body, participates in the fight, and finally joins the fight. A few leather wristbands on the upper joints undoubtedly have lower defensive power than a gladiator.

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

Guo Nuan used to be a little worried about Qisang's choice, but the Tubo Qisang man grinned, and he replied very relaxedly: "Hehe, my home is in a pasture under the snow-capped mountains on the plateau. There is a big lake near the ranch, my father and I often go fishing in the lake, these nets and forks are very familiar, "

What Qi Sang chose was exactly what he was good at. When meeting an enemy, he cast a net over it, entangled him, and then poked desperately into the net with a fork. According to him, it was quite simple. If he was unlucky, If you haven't entangled the enemy, then run like a jerk. Barefoot or naked, you can outrun those warriors with a lot of armor. Hurry up, Qi Sang thinks this is The unpopular fighter profession is still very good, if used properly, it may be a pleasure in the arena.

Physical strength, speed, skill, Guo Nuan has seen the horrific demonstrations of the instructors. Undoubtedly, these people are retired gladiators who have survived countless life-and-death gladiators. Guo Nuan once witnessed an instructor holding a dagger Stretching out his arms and stabbing four times in a row within a second, the whirring phantoms quickly formed a line.

An ordinary instructor is so powerful. In daily training, even if the instructors torture these recruits with devilish arrogance, and succumb to the opponent's lust, Guo Nuan and the others dare not challenge them. The instructor's strength lies in There.

And some instructors teach heavy ax courses, a [-]-kilogram ax sweeps and slashes, not to mention most of the slender iron swords will be twisted in an instant, and even the waist-thick wooden stakes are completely eaten into the [-]-centimeter-wide one. With the blade of the axe, cut off at the waist.

I heard that when the fishnet gladiator instructor was fighting in the arena of Dashiguo, when the harpoon on his body was broken, he used a fishing net to catch a male lion weighing more than 400 kilograms, and rode on the lion's back with a More than 300 punches smashed the cap of the lion's head, which caused a sensation in the audience of [-] spectators. It was absolutely bloody.

Of course, it does not mean that the type of gladiator must be restrained. For example, when the chief instructor once suppressed Guo Nuan and the others, he sneered. The heavy ax gladiator, in the single-handed situation, had a total of 130 times to block the opponent with a sword in full body armor. From the weakest defense of the Adam's apple, the sharp sword pierced through the front of the neck and the back of the head.

With the words of the chief instructor, Guo Nuan knew that no matter what role he chose, it was his own value. If he died, before he was dying, the one who complained should not be the flaws in the chosen profession, but himself. His fighting skills are not excellent.

"Show 72, Guo Nuan, Qi Sang is ready," Guo Nuan froze for a moment, her lips twitched, but she couldn't make a sound, and the instructor said coldly in her ears: "You two go into the killing room."