"It seems that the Germanic people are nothing." After witnessing the previous conflict, varo seems to have changed his mind.
On the contrary, Zhang Heng holds different opinions on this, "and can't say so."
"Well?"
"In terms of strength, the Gladiator side is really stronger, but don't forget that those Germanic people were brought back from the front line. They were tired all the way, and their body and spirit were not in the best condition. When they got here, only 45% of their strength was left at most. Moreover, the Gladiator school should be intended to give them a bad impression, although only six gladiators were brought to meet them, It seems that they don't care much about them, but I dare say that even if these six people are not the best gladiators in the school, they must be above the average level. In short, these Germanic people have been subdued by the school. After such an event, they will build up their awe for the school, and at the same time, they will work harder to wash away today's disgrace in the future training. "
Zhang Heng finished and found varo staring at him.
"Why?"
Varo hesitated and said sympathetically, "in your Han Empire, the political struggle between nobles must be very cruel. Otherwise, why can you think of so many things from one thing? It's just like the elder of the Senate."
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The two people's excitement did not last long. With the arrival of the group of Germanic people, all the new slaves bought by Gladiator school had arrived, so the person in charge of Gladiator school called everyone to the training ground.
There are about forty or fifty people in all. In addition to the six Germanic people, there are Gauls, Parthians, Sami and Zhang Heng, the Han people from the Far East. Some of them are prisoners of war, some are slaves, some are civilians who volunteer to become gladiators, and some are poor Roman nobles. Looking at the origins of these people, it looks like a small international exchange Like.
Everyone stood together in a mess, whispering, the look on each face is not the same.
Zhang Heng noticed that there was a touch of excitement on varo's face, because today is the beginning day of their preparatory Gladiator school. According to the Convention, the master of Gladiator school will show up.
At that time, varo will be able to sell his business talents to each other. If everything goes well, he will not need to stay here any longer. He can go back to the streets and breathe the air of freedom. Of course, his freedom is limited, but it's much better than being a gladiator, fighting in the arena, or farming and mining in the countryside.
Varo also looked at Zhang Heng beside him. There was no fear or uneasiness on the latter's face. On the contrary, he showed a look of great interest. Just like visiting, varo had to admire the young aristocrat of the Han Empire in his heart. He really had a big heart.
Finally, when people were impatient to stand in the hot sun, Zhengzhu finally appeared.
It was a middle-aged Roman who looked a little rich. He was wearing a short sleeve long dress, which was the most common one on the streets of Rome. The blanket like cape was draped over his shoulders, with different lengths on the left and right. The left part passed under his arm, wrapped around his chest and neck, and then stuffed into his waist. One hand was dragging a piece of cloth, and the other hand was empty. He was on the left A emerald ring on the front is very conspicuous.
Zhang Heng knew from varo that not everyone could wear the most distinctive Roman robe. Slaves, foreigners, including the liberated slaves, could only wear the inner robe, not the outer cloak.
The middle-aged Roman was accompanied by two beautiful young female slaves, one supporting him carefully, the other supporting a cloth cover behind him. The three of them appeared directly on the second floor balcony of the building in front of the training ground.
The trainer waved the whip in his hand, and the crowd on the training ground was a little quiet at last. After that, the head of the school bowed to the middle-aged Roman, "master, everyone is here."
"Let's start." It was not the first time that the middle-aged Roman did this kind of thing. He nodded and sat on a chair in the middle of the balcony, just like a king sitting on the throne, overlooking the living beings at his feet.
His name is Marcus. He runs the second largest Gladiator school in Rome. He has more than 400 gladiators. The arena outside, the theater beside the arena, three Gladiator training grounds and rest rooms are all his assets.
In a sense, he is really like an emperor here.
It's obviously not the first time Marcus has done such a thing. He waves to the head of the school, who immediately yells at the front group of reserve gladiators.
"Take off your clothes!"
They all looked at each other until the trainer raised his whip again, and then began to take off his coat, revealing a strong body. Varo thought that the rebellious Germanic people would make trouble at this time, but they just hesitated and even took off their clothes.
At this point, varo had to admire Zhang Heng's conjecture that he was going down to power.
They took off their coats one after another, but the trainers didn't seem to be satisfied, so the people on the training ground had to continue to take off until there was a waist cloth left, and the middle-aged Roma finally expressed their satisfaction.He stood up, looked at them one by one, and muttered, "good, good, these greedy slavers have finally found me something pretty good this time."
The head of the school also said, "these guys should be able to make up for the loss of manpower before us."
"But they're not cheap either." The eyes of the middle-aged Roman flickered, "where's the Germanic who cost me 7000 sestes?"
Trainer Chong Bach signal, the latter some dissatisfaction from the crowd came out.
"Come closer and let me have a good look." Said Marcus.
Bach had only two more steps to go downstairs.
"Well, do you think he can match sisnatus?" Marcus asked the head of the school.
"Well It's a bit difficult. Sisnatus is the third annual champion of Victor arena. No one can beat him. When he first came, he needed four good players to beat him Although this may make Marcus unhappy, the head of the school decided to tell the truth after thinking about it. Otherwise, if Bach's future growth does not meet expectations, it will be unfortunate for him and his trainer, "although Bach's potential is still good, there is still a big gap from sisnates."
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