Rome Must Fall Chapter 3: Riot (Part 2)

A training instructor knelt down and begged for mercy. Unfortunately, the gladiator school run by Batiatus has always been known for its harsh training. Many gladiators have died on the training ground over the years. There is a gap between the instructor and the gladiators. There was no friendship between teachers and students, only endless resentment. This was the main reason why they were willing to follow Spartacus in launching a riot, so they mercilessly stabbed to death the guards who begged for mercy one by one.

"Battiatus has escaped!" someone shouted.

Maximus subconsciously looked up and saw that Batiatus was no longer on the balcony on the third floor of the building.

"Don't worry about that bad wolf. It's getting dark soon. We have to escape quickly." Spartacus said in a deep voice: "Altonix, take a few brothers to the kitchen and put everything together." Pack up everything you can eat."

"Okay."

"Cross, you are responsible for selecting some brothers who can fight, and put on their armor and weapons."

"Yeah."

"Enomuyi, call a few strong brothers and follow me to break down the door." Spartacus continued: "Hamilcar, you take the others and help the injured. The brothers bandaged their wounds, and after a while the door opened and took them away together."

The gladiators in this school have been planning a riot for some time, and have established several leaders led by Spartacus, and assisted by Cross, Altonix, Hamilcar, and Enomui. The leader, Spartacus, assigned the task and immediately went to carry it out.

Maximus was worried about being seen by Cross and scolding him in public for betraying everyone, which would cause public anger and be detrimental to himself. So when he saw an injured gladiator lying not far away, he immediately crouched down The person beside him asked with pretended concern: "Brother, how is your injury?"

"...Oh, Maximus, help me! I was stabbed in the right thigh. It went deep and hurt so much that I couldn't stand..." The gladiator groaned. Cry to Maximus.

His appearance was very familiar, and Maximus found his name in the memory of the original owner, Pheasalus, who was once a young Illyrian pirate. In recent years, Illyrian pirates have been rampant and frequently robbed ships traveling to and from Italy. Rome had to send warships to patrol the waters around Italy day and night to eliminate these Illyrian pirates. The pirate ship that Fesalus was on was captured by a Roman warship, and the leader was killed on the spot. The crew members became slaves and were sent to various towns in Italy for sale. For slaves like them, the Romans generally did not buy them as domestic slaves, and were often sent to mines and arenas.

But in fact, Fesalus had a lively and cheerful personality. It was only because of his difficult life that he had to become a sailor on a pirate ship in order to survive. When he first came to the gladiator school half a year ago, he could not adapt to the harsh training. Maximus, who was half Illyrian, took the initiative to help him many times, and the two became good friends.

Looking at the **** sword wound on Pheasalus' thick right thigh, Maximus gently pressed the surrounding area of ​​the wound with his hands according to the memory of the original owner.

Pheasalus endured the pain, and hissed in pain from between his teeth.

"The bleeding is not too much. There should be no scratched blood vessels. Your feet can move normally, and there should be no severed tendons. You are lucky. The injury will heal after a period of time." Maxi Muse pretended to be grateful for it. The profession of gladiators is to kill. In addition to practicing their fighting skills, the training instructors will also teach them some knowledge of human anatomy to help them defeat their opponents better and save themselves.

Phaesalus did not become relaxed because of Maximus' comfort. He said worriedly: "Maximus, I am injured now and cannot escape. Will you leave me behind? ”

Maximus hesitated for a moment. From his heart, he came to this world for the first time and had no emotional ties to anyone here. Moreover, his own situation was not very good now, so he couldn't care less. others. However, according to the memory of the original owner, Pheasalus was one of the few gladiators who respected him.

The reason for respect is a bit complicated. Although the original owner has lived in this gladiator school for several years and is considered an old man here, he is still less than 20 years old. Although he is physically strong and has good fighting skills, he has a gentle personality. He lacked ruthlessness and often lost to other gladiators in training. In addition, Batiatus took good care of him and never arranged risky one-on-one gladiatorial matches for him. The relationship was going well, but everyone looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

It can be seen from his name that "Maximus" is not his real name, but the nickname given to him by the gladiators. Maximus means "the greatest", but the original owner was a bad gladiator. His record is obviously not worthy of this name. This is a mockery of him, and he is often called this. Over time, it has become his gladiator name (gladiators rarely use their real names, or the audience refers to him based on his fighting style and The title given by the achievement, or the name given by oneself according to one's own wishes).

Since Fesalus had just arrived, the original owner took good care of him, and the two of them were fellow villagers, so his attitude towards the original owner was very different from other gladiators.

Maximus, who was new to this world and felt lonely, instinctively did not want to make the other party lose trust in him in person, so he quickly said: "Don't worry, Spartacus will never give up on you. , I will help you walk when the time comes."

"Maximus, thank you!" Pheasalus was so moved that he almost shed tears.

Maximus felt a little ashamed in his heart. He was just talking. If Spartacus really decided to abandon these injured gladiators, he would definitely not object. Instead, he would be relieved. After all, his legs The injured Pheasalus would slow down his escape speed. He guiltily avoided the other party's grateful eyes and looked around furtively.

Cross has selected more than twenty gladiators, and they are stripping off the armor of the guards and wearing it on themselves...

Of course, the reason why Cross moved so quickly was because he did not choose according to Spartacus's requirements at all, but handed over all the equipment of the dead guards to the Gallic gladiators who followed him Wear ~IndoMTL.com~ The gladiators in this school are mainly composed of Gauls and Thracians, and Cross is the leader of the Gaulish gladiators.

Others were taking care of their injured companions. Maximus saw a very familiar person among the crowd. He rolled his eyes and whispered to Pheasalus: "Look, Pecot is there. Bian, God bless him, he was not injured."

Pheasalus turned his head to look, and sure enough he couldn't help shouting: "Pecott!"

The gladiator named Pecot had bronzed skin and a strong and stocky physique. Hearing Pheasalus's cry, he immediately strode over and without saying a word, he tore off the linen lining he was wearing. , and began to bandage the wound of Pheasalus.

In the memory of the original owner, Pecot was a pirate on the same ship as Pheasalus, the only Illyrian in this school. Unlike Pheasalus, Pecot has been a pirate for many years and has always been taciturn in school. However, he is fierce and ruthless in training, which complements his ferocious appearance, so some veteran gladiators are unwilling to provoke him. The original owner had intended to make friends with him, but Pecot's attitude towards him had always been neither salty nor indifferent. However, he had the same attitude towards everyone, and he only had a good relationship with his former companion Pheasalus.

After a while, Spartacus, Cross, Altonix, Enomui, and Hamilton reunited in the center of the training ground.

"The door has been broken open." Spartacus asked directly: "Hamilcar, how much food have you found?"

"There are only five and a half bags of barley and a piece of bacon the size of a palm." Hamilton said: "I also asked the brothers to bring all the copper pots and earthen pots in the kitchen."

"With the stinginess of that evil wolf of Batiatus, nothing good will be left in the kitchen." Cross said bitterly.