I've been frozen for 100 years

Chapter 7 Arena

"Eat it, eat it! Only when you are full will you be strong..." Looking at me with a smile, Zhang Damin looked at me with kind eyes, obviously touched by my choking, he handed me another bread and said: "Don't worry, eating human meat is prohibited in federal cities, these are high-tech farmed beef..."

Hearing Zhang Damin's first words, I almost didn't vomit, and I also put away my sad mood.Dare there still be places where people cannibalize?Beef?How can I not taste the taste of beef...

Seeing the inquiry in my eyes, Zhang Damin sighed: "It's normal for free folk tribes who can't eat enough to eat dead bodies. Forget it, it won't affect your appetite. Eat quickly..."

I don't know if Zhang Damin has ever eaten human flesh. When he said this, he clicked his mouth and his beard trembled rhythmically a few times.

In order to feed us slaves, they brought a basket of bread, I ate eight of them in one go, and finally stopped eating because I couldn't eat anymore. Who knows if there will be another meal after this meal Woolen cloth?Even if you die, don't be a starving ghost!

"Grandpa Zhang, what will we face?" I don't know anything about the arena they are talking about, but as the name suggests, the arena is a place where we face battles.

Zhang Damin shook his head, was silent for a while before saying: "I don't know!"

"I don't know?" I was stunned. Is this another weird situation?
"The reason why we don't know is because we have never met anyone who has fought hard in the arena. Therefore, if you ask me, I don't know what we are facing." Zhang Damin's words made my heart sink to the bottom Seeing my expression, Zhang Damin clenched his fists confidently: "But you are different. I have never heard of any arena with evolution fighters. I believe you can break through!"

I smiled wryly, of course I knew how much I weighed. Hearing what Zhang Damin said, the middle-aged man looked at me suspiciously for a while, and said leisurely, "What we are facing is zombie creatures!"

"What? A zombie creature?" Hearing the middle-aged man say that, Zhang Damin and I both widened our eyes and exclaimed.

"In the arena, zombies are used to duel?" Zhang Damin pointed at the middle-aged man with a trembling hand, obviously unbelievable.

The middle-aged man nodded helplessly, and said: "Yes, all kinds of zombie creatures! The reason why you haven't heard of them is because none of the free people can pass the No.13 level! The difficulty of the arena is to control the game. People set it up, the slaves who participate in the games don't die, how do they make money?"

"Then how do you know?" I stared at the middle-aged man, trying to analyze all the reference information from his expression.

"Because I am a citizen of the Federation..." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Federal citizens?" Zhang Damin was stunned, and then he sneered: "Abandoned citizens of Federal City! You hateful federal citizens only know how to have fun, and you actually use such a cruel competition for fun!" Zhang Damin's eyes sprayed Looking at the middle-aged man furiously, he completely forgot that everyone is already on the same front now.

It has to be said that racial discrimination and class discrimination are one of the deep-rooted social diseases. Whenever and wherever, the decades of life gap between freedmen and federal citizens have created a deep-rooted class view between them.

"Abandoned people in the federal city! Hahaha..." Zhang Damin pointed at the middle-aged man and laughed wantonly, his gray beard almost sticking up to the sky.

"Abandoned people... yes, abandoned people!" The middle-aged man murmured and repeated, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, this is a man with a story.

"It doesn't matter where you are from, the key is that we are in the same trench now! Tell us everything you know!" Now is not the time for infighting, I stood up to smooth things over, Zhang Damin snorted angrily and flashed When he got to the side, he gnawed on the bread, biting it as if it were the flesh and blood of a federal citizen.

Soon at night, the soldiers came and took the three of us away. They also took away some freemen from other cells. Obviously, they were also a group of unlucky people. They didn't want to be slaves and chose the arena for freedom. them.

The middle-aged man is called Wen Zhengbiao. He told me about the cruelty of the arena. Those terrifying zombie creatures, starting from ordinary zombies and challenging all kinds of vicious zombie creatures, each level is more difficult than the last. If you want to survive, you must Fight your way through the arena!
And the first game we are going to face this time is called the "knockout match" by the euphemistic name! 20 unarmed free people fight their way out under the siege of zombies, and they want to kill 100 zombies. Only those who survive can enter the second level.

And this first knockout round, it also has an alternative nickname: "Blood Opera"!It is named to commemorate the human beings who survived the biochemical frenzy a hundred years ago. Think about it, 20 unarmed people rushed out surrounded by zombies. What a shocking opera it is!Live opera!

Walking into the Colosseum along a passage, I saw the situation inside, and opened my mouth in shock, amazed at the scene in front of me.

Such a magnificent arena is a replica of the Colosseum in ancient Rome. It covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters. It is said that it can accommodate more than 10 spectators. amazing.

In the middle is the large arena of the arena, all of which are made of one-color bluestone slabs. Around the circular arena, there are circular stands that are more than five meters high. This height can prevent the attacks of zombie creatures.

The stands were divided into grids, and tens of thousands of spectators filled the [-]-seat auditorium at this time.

"Oh..." As the 20 of us slowly stepped in, the arena seemed to melt into a boiling furnace, and the people in the stands kept shouting, and I, who was still in shock, was pulled back to reality.

I looked around and saw the people in the auditorium wearing colorful robes, and I felt a pang of sadness in my heart.How can they do this? !Have fun fighting zombie creatures and humans with no regard for human life.The inexplicable sadness came to me like a domino effect...

The gray armor soldiers took us to the middle of the field and then turned away. The 20 people said nothing more, no less, but standing in the middle of this huge field still seemed extremely small.

I looked at the expressions of the free citizens around me. Some were downcast, some were high-spirited, and some were terrified. I gave the audience in the stands a vicious look and said loudly: "We must unite so that we can have a chance to live." Go down!" Hearing my words, the people around were startled, and all looked at me, their eyes full of blankness.

"Do you know what we are going to face? It's a group of zombies!" My words were like a stone thrown into the calm lake, and everyone was in a commotion.

"How is it possible?" "How could this be!" "Zombies?! I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

I grabbed a trembling young man and shouted loudly: "If you don't want to die, then unite, so that we can live!"

I looked at everyone one by one, and took a deep breath: "No matter where you are from, whether you want to or not, we! There is nowhere to retreat! For our lives, we must escape this first hurdle! Until we Falling down... We can't give the zombies a chance to defeat them one by one, we have to fight together, more people are stronger, and the chances of survival can be increased by gathering together, do you want to live?! Tell me!"

"I want to..." "Of course I want to live!" "But...that's a zombie..."

"Someone must die! But at least I dare to fight! No one is a coward!" I shouted with all my strength, and an unrivaled fighting spirit gradually surged in my chest.

"We are not cowards!" Everyone made a voice...

Tens of thousands of spectators fell silent immediately, and then broke out into more violent shouts. Obviously our high-spirited fighting spirit stimulated them, and some people even began to consider whether to increase their bets on us.

These miserable people!
(End of this chapter)