"In the 'death list register' of Colosseum, the other gladiators have nicknames and names." York said angrily, "These 17 people are not even on the list as if they have never been here."
Merion replied, "Yes." He didn't say anything and said, "That's 17 people's lives that disappeared silently.".
In the green hand selection show, the green hand was called a "coward" by the audience and was so scared that he didn't even dare to come out of the fight.
A real coward who turned a blind eye to people's curses killed his companions.
He triggered the anger of the audience, and they booed together.
He asked the other 16 newbies to die with him.
Merion suddenly understood and said, "The audience on the Cabul Colosseum also have sympathy."
Their sympathy was given to the real strong gladiators, one whom they worshiped in their hearts. They forgave them for occasionally making mistakes in wonderful battles.
However, they didn't love the weak, the kind of man with healthy limbs but no blood.
When the first ray of sunlight lit up Cabul Colosseum.
Merion began the second week of training after he was sold here.
The lesson for newbies this week was the same as that of last week: empty hand combat training, weapon training, horsemanship, and weapon training on horses.
Every day, the cattle hide sandbag array was constantly improving Merion's agility, endurance, concentration and perseverance.
The ability to resist attacks was also constantly increasing.
Merion's cooperation with the "Solidified Blood" was getting better and better. He liked this fiery red horse very much.
In the actual combat training with "Lion Avodo", he was beaten black and blue by Avodo's fierce and exquisite new move.
After being beaten up, Avodo carefully taught him how to use every move.
At nightfall of Friday.
On the racecourse, the blood-red sunset gradually moved to the West.
The golden sunset glow spread out in the sky.
The bell of the Colosseum rang.
On the back of the horse, the majestic "Lion Avodo" put away his long spear and strangled the black horse.
After a whole afternoon's fierce practice, the black horse was gasping, and a thin layer of sweat had condensed on its back.
A layer of white frost was formed on the black hair.
In contrast, the "Solidified Blood" was still in high spirits, raising its head.
It didn't feel bored and wanted to play a few more rounds.
Seeing "Lion Avodo", he put away his spear.
Merion hurried to rush up and walked side by side with "Lion Avodo".
When the "Solidified Blood" ran to his side.
Avodo touched the mane on his neck with appreciation. "Your horse's physical strength is so good. My black horse is sweating. It's fine."
"Much better than my physical strength." Merion teased with a smile.
His relationship with "Lion Avodo" was getting better and better in daily training and getting along with him.
He knew Avodo very well. He was tough, dignified and cold, but in fact, he was forthright and warm-hearted.
Therefore, Merion would tease himself with self-mockery.
"Ha-ha-ha, when you first came here, physical strength was not bad, coupled with the training of the cattle hide sandbag array for more than ten days. With your current physical strength, in fact, you are stronger than most of the gladiators." Avodo smiled and said, "According to the current progress, when you officially come on stage in the middle of this month, even if you have to meet the maximum time of two hours, it's no problem."
"Physical strength is the foundation to support the fight." Said Merion.
"Yes, physical strength and fighting skills are indispensable." Avodo said, "When I practiced with you today, I felt that you were stronger than last week. You have made rapid progress in fighting skills."
"That's because you are teaching me in person." Merion said frankly.
"You are also very talented. Otherwise, no matter who taught you, it would be useless." Avodo asked with concern, "Tomorrow morning, at Cabul Colosseum, it will be the first selection show for newbies this month. You will be on the stage with the coach and the old gladiators. Are you ready now?"
"I'm ready."
"At that time, your position is on the left behind me. You must carefully learn the coordinated fighting ability of the old gladiators and their tactics." Avodo said, "Although it's not a formal competition and won't count in your personal performance, it's a very important lesson. In formal group competition, no matter how strong your personal fighting skills are, you can't win twenty gladiators on the spot alone." Avodo said.
"I heard from others that in the group competition of both sides on Cabul Colosseum, the rate of death and injury is the highest?"
"Yes, especially in the horse-riding competition between the two sides, each side has 20 people. When both sides charge forward, the probability of death is similar to the real battlefield, and sometimes even more tragic. Therefore, you need to learn the use of tactics and cooperate with the team!"
"Oh, I see." Merion said cautiously.
"I don't have anything else to tell you." Avodo said, "We are all top-notch tomorrow. The audience can only recognize the familiar and famous gladiators and don't know who you are. But you still must learn to respond to their enthusiasm at the end of the fight like other old gladiators. Don't leave Colosseum after you win, just like last time, and leave your back to the audience."
Avodo said seriously, "I won't tell you the reason. I have emphasized it several times before."
"Okay."
"Lion Avodo" looked at Merion, "Sooner or later, the audience will still recognize the 'Buck Whitman' riding 'Solidified Blood' when you are in fine armor."
The two of them got off the horses and handed the two horses to the coachman who came to hold the horses.
Avodo reminded the coachman, "There are a total of 20 horses to go to Colosseum tomorrow. Feed them well tonight."
"Then add some beans." The coachman looked at Avodo with respect.
"Have a good rest tonight." Avodo patted Merion's shoulder and said, "The cattle hide sandbag array will continue tomorrow morning. I'll ask the men who are responsible for pushing the sandbags to time you. After the training, you come to Colosseum immediately. I'll prepare your horse and weapons for you."
At dinner.
Looking at Merion's swollen face, York burst into laughter.
"You were beaten by 'Lion Avodo' again in the actual combat training today." York teased him, "Since the moment 'Lion Avodo' is going to be your master, the bruises on your face have never disappeared. They are either swollen here or there."
"He has shown mercy." Merion replied with a smile, "Otherwise, I don't know how many times I will die in actual combat training a day."
York quickly asked Merion, "You are going to learn the tactics from 'Lion Avodo' on Colosseum tomorrow. How do you feel?"
Merion said frankly, "I'm so excited that I want to come there now."