"Damn it! Why do 'free contract citizens' have cheese and beef at night? We can only eat bread and vegetable soup." The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He threw the dry bread on the table. "It's unfair!"
"Because they are free citizens and signed free contracts. You are just a slave."
"If you weren't sold here and you came here to sign the contract yourself, you would also have cheese and beef." someone teased him.
"If I were a free citizen, why would I come here and sign the contract to fight this damn battle?" The newbie who threw the dry bread on the table said.
"Don't be angry. You still must eat food. Even if you are jealous of 'free contract citizens' whose food is than us, what's the point?" The newcomers began to persuade him, "You'd better eat this piece of dry bread well. If you really don't eat it, someone else wants to eat it!"
"Yes, I have a bigger appetite than you. I don't think I can eat enough that one catty dry bread and a bowl of vegetable soup for each meal."
The newbie grabbed the dry bread on the table and took a bite. "Go away. Who wants a big belly like you to help me? Go and eat your own food."
The others burst into laughter. "You have been sold to the arena as a slave. Why are you still so picky? It's good that you have dry bread."
In Cabul Colosseum, there would be 1-3 newcomer shows every month.
According to the number of deaths of the fighters in the frontcourt, the number of new fighters would be added.
It was September now. Merion, York and Desen had attended the third talent show this month.
There were forty-two newbies having dinner together.
In addition to Merion and York, the other 40 newcomers participated in the first and second selection show in September.
It could be seen that the life and death battle between the warriors of Cabul Colosseum was extremely fierce.
"Alas, this is the miserable fate of the slaves!" A newbie said, biting the bread in his hand.
"Don't be so dejected. You can't escape." Someone interrupted him, "The most important thing is to train hard and improve your strength. Try to have a record of winning twenty or thirty matches in the arena. If you are lucky, you can be a coach, and those coaches also fight out like this!"
"That's right. The most important thing is to be strong, let alone be afraid."
"I heard that the food of the coaches is also very good, which is the same as that of the 'free contract citizens'."
"Guys, let's work together!"
In the morning, the first ray of sunshine lit up Cabul Colosseum.
The guards woke up the newbies on time.
Merion came to the training yard and saw "Lion Avodo" waiting for him.
"Today is 40 minutes." Avodo said coldly, "Remember what you felt yesterday and get used to it."
Merion walked into the cattle hide sandbag array,
Eight strong men pushed eight sandbags.
Merion dodged the sandbag quickly.
The last three minutes were still very long. For several times, he was hit by the sandbag.
He gritted his teeth and insisted.
Avodo looked at the sand clock in his hand and stopped the cattle hide sandbag array.
"Very good. It's this feeling that can make you hold on to the end of the arena." Avodo said, "It's a habit to challenge your limits again and again. It will make you a very terrible opponent in the arena. You can defeat your opponent with your own limits."
Merion calmly held a sandbag in his arms.
His chest heaved violently.
After resting for a few minutes, "Lion Avodo" walked out of the yard with him.
"Last night at dinner, more than a dozen free contract citizens went to see you?" Avodo asked.
"Yes. One of them is called 'Walrus White'. He was Desen's former subordinate on the battlefield. He came to thank me." Merion replied, "The other one is called the 'Elk Bertin'. He is a good friend of White. The others have introduced their contract coins and performance."
"What do you think of the strength of these 'free contract citizens'?"
"They are very powerful and their overall level is very high. They are completely different from the slaves who were sold here."
"Yes, as long as a man with healthy limbs is sold to Colosseum, he can become a gladiator, no matter he was a drunkard, gambler, person who can't pay off his debts, or all kinds of prisoners." Avodo explained, "But the 'free contract citizens' are all retired soldiers or masters of fighting from the battlefield. They are called 'mercenaries' on the Cabul Colosseum, with outstanding duel skills and rich actual combat experience."
Avodo said, "These 'free contract citizens' are all people who really face death unflinchingly! Previously, about one-third of the thirty-seven warriors I killed in the battle were 'free contract citizens'. They will never admit defeat in the arena. Only death or victory can guarantee that their lives are far less important than the battle records and honor."
"Okay." Merion nodded, "They are indeed formidable opponents on the stage."
"Yes, a group of people pursuing the open duel with the strongest in the world on Colosseum, and match the speed of death. They have been with Colosseum's contract for one year, but some people will return to Colosseum soon after the contract ends and sign the second 'contract' for one year."
"I know what kind of Gladiator these 'free contract citizens' are!" Merion said seriously.
Avodo asked, "This afternoon is a weapon training on the horse. What weapons did you like to use on the horse?"
"Riding spear."
"Are you going to remove the sharp iron tip in front of the spear and change it to the round head wooden one?"
"Yes." Now that Avodo had guessed it, Merion didn't think it was necessary to hide it from Merion because they trusted each other.
Merion replied frankly.
After removing the tip, it changed to a round head riding spear, which was a common weapon used by the nobles of the Simpson Continent when they competed with each other on the horse.
It was about 5 to 6 meters long and made of a wooden pole.
Its wooden round head could pick up or dismount the opponent's rider to determine the victory or defeat.
But the wooden pole was very brittle.
After hitting the opponent, the wooden pole would immediately break and lose its original attack power, not allowing the opponent to be injured.
"Okay." Avodo asked, "How skillful are you use riding spear?"
"I've participated in many festivals' martial arts performances. I won't lose when I compete with other opponents who hold the round head riding spears."
"You can choose a spear." "The spear is a little shorter than the round head wooden spear you used to use, but there are some similarities in use. The spear with a pointed iron rod is very powerful, and it is very useful when riding a horse. I'll teach you to use the spear on the horse." Avodo said.