Rome Must Fall Chapter 2: Riot (Part 1)

Am I reborn? Reborn as this gladiator named Maximus? ! ...Maximus realized something, but he didn't want to believe that it was a fact. He would rather believe that it was just a dream. But when he opened his eyes with difficulty, what appeared in front of him was a dark and cramped room with no windows. , there is no wooden door, only uneven stone walls, a dusty mud floor, a shabby wooden bed with a mattress made of wheat straw... The air is filled with the disgusting smell of sweat, feces and urine, What a terrible environment to live in!

What was even worse was that his ears were filled with harsh roars, and in front of his eyes were countless ferocious-looking, bare-chested strong men shouting and running towards the iron gate...

This is not a dream! ...Maximus subconsciously clenched his fists, but felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was the injury caused by Cross's blow, but he didn't have the mind to take care of it at the moment: Spartacus... Cross... Gladiator School... Batiatus... Could it be that I was reborn in the ancient Roman era during the Spartacus uprising? And now is the critical moment for Spartacus to lead the gladiators to launch a riot in the gladiator school? !

Thinking of this, Maximus realized that he had to escape from here with these gladiators, otherwise what awaited him would only be crucifixion.

Maximus put his hands on the ground and stood up with difficulty. His head was still a little dizzy, and he staggered to the door.

Outside the door is a long and narrow corridor, with a few sparse torches stuck on the stone walls on both sides. The weak and lonely firelight casts some light on the dim corridor, and the swaying light and shadow actually increased a bit. The eerie atmosphere.

There are many side-by-side small rooms on both sides of the corridor, which are like dog holes dug into the stone walls. The space inside is barely enough for a person to lie down. Thinking that the original owner once lived in such a terrible environment, Mark Sims couldn't help but shudder, and he was even more determined to escape from here.

He looked at the gladiators running ahead and staggered after them. Gradually... his head no longer felt dizzy and his body became more at ease...

An iron fence in front sealed the entire corridor. Thick iron bars were deeply embedded in the ground and stone walls. They were so strong that it made people hopeless. But fortunately, the iron door in the middle had been opened. Maximus lowered his head and dug in. After passing the iron gate, I saw three corpses lying under the steps outside the door. After being trampled by countless people, they were almost turned into a pile of mud.

The **** and horrific scene frightened Maximus, who came from a peaceful age, to dare not look at it anymore. However, his body did not respond with nausea or vomiting. Yes, although the original owner, Maximus, was a poor gladiator, he had been here for several years. He had also been to the arena, killed people, and had seen no matter how **** the scene was. He was not a newbie...

Maximus ran up the steps and suddenly felt his breath became smoother. The air was fresh, the light was soft and bright, and the sky above him was filled with brilliant sunset. However, countless gladiators crowded in front of him, making it impossible for him to move forward. The voice kept shouting: "Brothers, try harder and push away those dogs that are blocking us, and we will be free!..."

In the memory of the original owner, after exiting the corridor and going up the steps, there is the training ground. This is a large yard, enough to accommodate three hundred gladiators to train together, but now they are crowded at the entrance and cannot move forward. .

"Brother, what's going on in front?" Maximus couldn't help but ask a gladiator in front.

"The guards of Batiatus blocked us——" The gladiator just turned his head and said something, when Maximus saw a black shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and the gladiator screamed. He fell to the ground, with a sharp arrow stuck in his neck.

"Be careful with bows and arrows!" someone shouted, causing a commotion in the crowd.

Maximus fearfully imitated the others to crouch, his eyes warily looking diagonally upward: On the other side of the training ground, there was a three-story building towering on the second-floor balcony. There were two guards standing with bows and arrows, and on the third-floor balcony there was a ferocious-looking middle-aged man wearing a light gray wrap-around robe, waving his fists and shouting something. This man was the gladiator. The Lanista of the school (formal name for the operator of the gladiator school) - Batiatus.

As he shouted, the guards on the balcony fired arrows again, and two more of the crowded gladiators fell. At the same time, there was a scream in front, which must be the guards surrounding the gladiators in front. They also thrust out their daggers.

Although the gladiators had an absolute advantage in numbers, they were bare-handed, while the guards were all fully armed, and with Batiatus's permission, they no longer had any scruples in their attacks, and the daggers in their hands kept stabbing. The hands and feet of the gladiators who collided with them caused the gladiators to fall down injured, making it impossible to form a combined force and break through their defenses.

The screams of the gladiators came one after another, but they did not scare their teammates. After all, the profession of a gladiator is to kill the opponent or be killed by the opponent. Most gladiators have long regarded life and death as nothing. Injury and death only inspired their ferocity.

"Brothers, Batiatus wants to kill us, we fight them!"

"Come up and push them down, I will bite the throats of these lackeys!"

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The gladiators roared like beasts, no longer caring about the enemy's daggers and arrows. The people behind put their hands on the backs of the people in front of them, one by one, pushing forward with mission. From time to time, some people fell, but there were always others. Top...

The guards were pushed back step by step, leaving gaps in the defense line formed with shields.

"Hamilcar, take your brothers to the kitchen to get weapons!" A deep and rich voice drowned out all the noise. This should be Spartacus speaking.

But Maximus wondered through the memory of the original owner: Where are the weapons in the kitchen?

But then he suddenly realized: Aren't the knives, forks, and stew pots in the kitchen weapons? Moreover, the benches and wooden tables in the canteen adjacent to the kitchen can also be used as weapons.

Hamilcar was a gladiator with a strong body and an old face. He waved his arms and rushed out of the gap first. An arrow was immediately shot at him.

Although Hamilcar is not the top-ranked gladiator in this gladiator school, he is also a veteran. He has fought against archers several times in group confrontations in the arena. He has rich experience. As he ran, he kept his eyes on the archer on the balcony~IndoMTL.com~The moment the opponent pulled the bowstring, he immediately rolled forward, letting an arrow miss the air, and then rolled sideways and dodged again. Another arrow...

Sure enough, both archers were targeting him, but it was a pity that Hamilka had enough space for him to dodge after he rushed into the training ground.

Just as the archers reattached their bows and loaded their arrows, some gladiators rushed into the training ground and rushed towards the building where Batiatus was located.

According to the memory of the original owner, Maximus knew that the gladiator's kitchen and dining hall were on the first floor of that building, but there was no direct access to the second and third floors.

Seeing two archers aiming their shots at the gladiators running towards the canteen, Maximus did not rush out, but he kept his eyes on that side because he knew very well that he wanted to get rid of the current predicament. , we still have to rely on these gladiators to get weapons.

Soon, Maximus saw Hamilka rushing into the kitchen on the first floor and appearing under the eaves with a few people. They took two steps outward quickly, then turned around and waved upwards, all in one movement.

Then I saw an archer on the second floor balcony covering his neck and falling down. The other archer was so frightened that he squatted down and hid behind the railing.

Other gladiators also rushed out of the cafeteria one after another. They were holding kitchen knives, pots and ladles, or benches, and charged at the guards who were still fighting fiercely at the entrance to the dormitory.

Some of these twenty-odd guards are retired veterans, and some are old freed gladiators. Not only are they responsible for school security, some of them are also mentors who train these gladiators. They have rich fighting experience. He was fully armed with a helmet, breastplate, greaves, long shield, and short sword. However, under the counter-surroundings of the gladiators, he was ultimately outnumbered and knocked to the ground one by one.