Chapter 3 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 living environment!

What's worse is that his ears are filled with harsh roars, and in front of his eyes are 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 with these gladiators, otherwise what awaited him would 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 only adds to the spookiness. atmosphere of.

There are many small rooms side by side on both sides of the long 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, Maximus I couldn't help but shudder, and I was determined to escape from here.

He looked at the gladiators running wildly in front of him 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 ducked through the iron door with his head lowered. , 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 bloody and horrific scene frightened Maximus, who came from a peaceful age, to dare not look at it again, but his body did not react with nausea or vomiting accordingly. Yes, although the original owner Maximus was a poor gladiator, he had been here for several years, had been in the arena, killed people, and had seen no matter how bloody the scene was, so 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. There was a sound all the time. 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. Maximus saw a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, and the gladiator screamed and fell to the ground. On the ground, there was 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 who crouched down, and looked diagonally upward with vigilant eyes: On the other side of the training ground, there was a three-story building, with two people standing on the second-floor balcony. There were guards holding bows and arrows, and on the balcony on the third floor, there was a middle-aged man with a ferocious face wearing a light gray wrap-around robe, waving his fists and shouting something. This man was the president of this gladiator school. Nista (formal name for the operator of the gladiator school) - Batiatus.

As he shouted, the guards on the balcony fired arrows again, and two more gladiators fell down among the crowded gladiators. At the same time, there was a scream in front. It must have been the guards surrounding the gladiators in front who were also stabbing. The dagger came out.

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 at those who collided with them. The gladiators' hands and feet caused the gladiators to fall down injured, making it impossible to form a combined force and break through their defenses.

The gladiators screamed one after another, but they did not scare their teammates. After all, the profession of a gladiator is to kill opponents or be killed by opponents. Most gladiators have long regarded life and death as nothing, and the injuries and deaths of their companions On the contrary, it inspired their ferocity.

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

"Rush up, push them down, and 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 those in front of them, one by one, pushing forward in a missionary manner. From time to time, some people fell down, but others kept on 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 it dawned on him: 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 slender gladiator with an old face. He waved his arms and rushed out of the gap first. An arrow was immediately shot at him.

Although Hamilka 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. He is running Dongzhong kept his eyes on the archer on the balcony. When the archer pulled the bowstring, he immediately rolled forward and let one arrow miss. Then he rolled sideways and dodged another arrow...

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

Just as the archers re-cocked 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 the 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 in order to get rid of the current predicament, he had 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 quickly took two steps outward, 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 spoons, or benches, and they were attacking 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 gladiators who have gained freedom. Not only are they responsible for school security, some of them are also instructors who train these gladiators. They have rich fighting experience, and their helmets, He was fully armed with breastplates, greaves, long shields, and short swords. However, under the counter-surroundings of the gladiators, he was ultimately outnumbered and knocked to the ground one by one.