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"Unlock them." The school's responsible person said.

"Are you sure?" The slave trader hesitated. "They are not ordinary people, and they are not honest at all, do you need to call for more staff?"

“If they ca n’t even clean up, then we do n’t have to open any school, it ’s better to close the door as soon as possible.” The person in charge of the school said lightly,

After hearing the words, the slave trader finally no longer hesitated and opened the wooden door of the prison car.

日 The German prisoners of war came down from the car in turn. The man with the heaviest figure narrowed his eyes and looked at the head of the school. After that, nobody moved his wrists or ankles.

The puppet slaver turned his attention to the head of the school on the other side.

The latter said, "Hurry up, don't fret."

So the slave trader found the key on his body and opened the chains on the Germans. He deliberately left the heaviest man at the end, but there was still an accident. When he walked over and opened the other's yoke, the next The second immediately grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground with just one hand.

The slave trader was struggling desperately, kicking his legs indiscriminately, and reaching out in vain to break the Germanic hands, but his counterattack seemed soft and weak in the eyes of the opponent.

His face was flushed, and he could feel the oxygen disappearing from his body.

Neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators reacted.

When the consciousness of slave traffickers became more and more vague, thinking that he was about to die here, the burly Germanic man suddenly let go of his hand.

The puppet slaver's body fell back to the ground. His toes touched the ground first, but immediately after the calf was softened, he fell to his knees in front of the burly Germanic man.

The head of the Gladiator's School snorted coldly, "It seems you are not stupid yet."

"Really, I think he makes sense," the burly Germanic proudly said, "you should prepare more staff for Bach."

"What's worse than barbarism is stupidity. Your name is Bach?" The head of the school said coldly. "Give this stupid man named Bach a training sword. Let us see how much he weighs." To Bach again, "You better have your mouth half powerful and prove that you are worthy of the seven thousand Setes, Habitus, play with him."

The gladiator named Habitus smiled slightly and walked out of the crowd. He threw a wooden sword for training at the feet of the Germans, and at the same time urged, "Please wait for mercy if you feel pain. , I will try to be as gentle as possible. "

"I'm the opposite of you. I prefer to beep [Beep] to get out of bed in a more rude way." Bach's rude words provoked the Germans to laugh again.

Habitus did not choose to continue fighting with the Germans, took out his training sword, and weighed it twice. "Hallitus of Gaul, Victor Arena, standing in front of you ... "

In the end, his self-introduction was not finished, and the opposite Bach had already sent his sword.

If anyone really thought that these Germanic people were as stupid and straight as they looked, it would be a big mistake. In fact, these guys are quite a bit cunning, and Bach noticed that Habitus looked when he introduced himself. A little slack, he shot without hesitation.

His movements are fast and his body is as strong as a leopard. A big step came to Habitus.

The wooden sword in his hand's hand waved, bringing a blast.

However, on the other side, Habitus did not panic when he saw this. He had no precautions before, but he easily escaped the attack of Bach just after turning his body, and then he gently hooked his left leg with his toe, and The man was unable to catch up, and with the power of forward rushing, a strong puppet was suddenly hooked. The strong Germanic body lost balance and fell to the ground, almost not eating a mouthful of sand.

"You Germans are so fierce on the lips, but your body is quite honest, and you are anxious to kneel when you meet, and it is very polite." Habitus laughed.

This time it was the gladiator's turn that burst into laughter.

"Poor guy, if it's on the arena, just now Habitus took the win and chased him, and he already poked at this silly big man's heart."

所以 "So these Germanic people are just superficial."

The disdainful words of the gladiators clearly stirred the blood in Bach's heart.

"Come again!" The Germans seemed uneasy, yelling, and set their posture again.

This time he looked a lot more cautious, apparently already knowing that this little gladiator in front of him is not easy to deal with,

Alas, his opponent, Habitus, was still indifferent.

After that, Bach launched the attack first. The Germanic man was finally able to show his full body skills this time. Although his sword skills were not very good, he was fierce and fierce. He could give full play to his strength and strength. Basically, he will be timid without fighting, and can only play half of his strength.

However, Habitus was not among them. He ducked from left to right, trying to avoid the frontal attack of the Germans, and then did not deactivate some small tricks to harass his opponents.

The result is that the more angry Bach is, the more he growls but he can't help this nasty guy in front of him.

Bach feels like a lion performing at a circus ~ www.readwn.com ~ has minions, but every move becomes a laughing stock.

Eventually he couldn't help yelling, "Let's do it together!"

The rest of the Germans looked at each other, but they didn't move yet. The head of the other school first said, "Give them the training sword."

Six gladiators and six Germanic prisoners of war, exactly one to one, no more and no less.

The two trainers even pointedly acted on one side to help the gladiators improve their fighting skills, and this move completely angered the Germans.

However, there is a lesson learned from Bach. At this time, the other five Germans did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and they played a twelve-point spirit. However, some things could not be solved with a right attitude, even though these Germanic prisoners of war had already eaten. The strength of the milk, but the result of the battle is still overwhelming.

The gladiator's side won all, and all six Germans, including Bach, were lying on the ground neatly.

The person in charge of the school said at this time, "It's a good thing to be confident, but only at this level, don't talk about it all day and night, don't think that you have killed a few people, and you are a master at a little war effort. These gladiators have experienced far more brutal battles than you, this is the real man, and compared to them, you are not even farts. "

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