Merion looked at York admiringly and said, "You are so smart."
"Not bad. When I play with my friends in the village, I will try to beat the birds with a bow even if I am not far away from them; when we go to the river to fish, even if I don't have so much strength to spread the net, I will fish the most valuable fish in the river." York said with a smile, "I'm not tall, but I have a flexible head, hands and feet."
"You are not only able to figure out a way in the battle, but also have an excellent diplomatic skill." Merion said, "If I go out one day, I'll invite you to be my 'adjutant'."
"You used to look like a rich man. Didn't you want me to be an accountant?" York blinked mischievously. "What's the position of 'adjutant'? It's bigger or smaller than Desen`s previous position of 'chiliarchy'."
"I don't know if it's a big or small position, but it's a very important position."
"Okay, my brother and I will follow you to the end of the earth!"
"Thank you so much. What kind of weapon did your brother Desen use on a horse?"
"He is very valiant on the battlefield, with a bundle of javelins hanging on the saddles. Every time he rushed to the enemies, he would throw the javelins vigorously; the usual weapon he used was a mace used by both hands. I don't know if he will be forbidden to use a bundle of javelins in the arena, but he is also very skillful at using the mace."
"With Desen's courage and experience in commanding, it's a little unfair for him to be a chiliarchy."
"Yes, he is very strategic on the battlefield. His boss is incompetent. Some military exploits were originally his, but they were taken away by his boss!" York chuckled and said, "With the ability of the 'Walrus White', he is actually not just a 'Centurion'. It's just that he has been working for Desen for more than ten years. He is like his brother and has always been his subordinate. If he doesn't get promoted, he doesn't want to, either."
"This kind of relationship is the most reliable when they are fighting on the battlefield together."
"Yes, you saved Desen, just like you saved 'Walrus White'."
The weapon training was over soon.
The newbies put their weapons back to the weapon racks, and the horsemen came to lead their horses.
The strong men looked at the two large bundles of grass ropes around York's waist and showed a very strange expression.
"York, why are you tying up your waist with the grass ropes?"
"Your waist is as thin as a branch. It looks a little stronger after being tied up with two ropes."
"It's indeed not as slender as a girl now, but your arms and legs are still very slender!"
"Do you want to tie up your arms and legs?"
"A filthy mouth cannot utter decent language!" York glared at them and said, "Just wait."
Every time York got angry, his fair face would turn red.
The newbies burst into laughter. Every time they saw this beautiful young man get angry, they felt more interesting.
According to the aesthetic standard of Simpson Continent, the man was tall, muscular and handsome, which was beautiful.
York hated to be compared with slender and thin girls.
Especially at Cabul Colosseum.
"Don't mind." Merion knew well about York's fierce character. He put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Fight back with your strength on Colosseum."
Early in the morning, Merion came to the courtyard made of low stone walls.
In the cold gaze of "Lion Avodo".
Before Avodo could say anything, Merion said, "Today's time is 43 minutes."
Avodo shook the sand clock in his big hand and smiled.
Merion stood in the cattle hide sandbag array.
The sandbag array was activated.
He became more and more flexible in dodging, turning around and jumping.
Merion calculated the speed of the punching bags, and the angle was more accurate every day than yesterday.
And he should adapt to the minimum angle and the best way to avoid them.
As the sand in the sand clock slowly flowed down.
Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Beads of crystal-clear sweat condensed on his strong body, rolling down one by one.
The yellow sand under the feet of the sandbag array was wet with sweat.
The yellow sand on the ground formed many wet marks.
Now, with enough Merion physical strength, he wouldn't be hit by cattle hide sandbags.
Those heavy blows were usually extended in the last few minutes.
In these few minutes, he broke through the limit of his physical strength. With his willpower and endurance, he managed to hold on for a few minutes.
In the end, Merion was hit hard again.
His heart was beating violently as if it was about to explode.
Every blow was as painful as a broken bone.
He was still conscious.
He managed to hold on.
"Okay, today's training in the sandbag array is over." Avodo put the missing sand clock into his pocket and stopped the sandbag array.
Merion was holding a cattle hide sandbag and resting quietly.
"You are really a man with a strong will." Avodo said, "A man like you, in fact, I don't worry that you will stand on Colosseum two months earlier. And I just want to use a sentence to describe you. Even if you have the last breath of your life, you will crawl back in the direction of your home."
Merion's undulating chest gradually calmed down.
Avodo walked out of the training yard with him.
"From Monday to Thursday, the training in the afternoon every day is empty hand combat, weapons, horsemanship and horse weapon fighting. This is all that you need in the arena. You are very familiar with it." Avodo said, "According to the rules of the half-beast farm, you will be taught by your own coach on Friday and Saturday every week."
"That's great! I've always been hoping that you can teach me the techniques of wrestling in person." Merion asked, "What do you want to teach me today? Empty hand combat, giant sword, horsemanship, or spear?"
"Neither."
"Then what do you want to teach me?" Merion asked curiously.
"What I want to teach you is to pay attention to the position of the sun."
"Pay attention to the sun?"
"Yes." Avodo replied, "The first day I taught you is to observe the position of the sun on the Colosseum for a whole day."
Before Merion could ask him another question.
"It's almost eight o'clock now. According to the schedule of the competition every weekend, the first battle of that day is about to begin."
Avodo stopped a guard on the training ground and said, "Please send Merion to Colosseum and give him a stick."
The guard looked at "Lion Avodo" with respect. "What kind of wooden stick do you want? Is it thick or thin? How long do you need?"
"Well, as long as it is more than two meters high on the ground, it will be enough."