Chapter 4 Riot (Part 2)

There were training instructors who knelt down and begged for mercy. Unfortunately, the gladiator school run by Batiatus was known for its harsh training. Many gladiators died in the training grounds over the years. There was no teacher-student relationship between instructors and gladiators, only endless resentment. This was the main reason why they were willing to follow Spartacus to launch a riot, so they mercilessly stabbed the guards who begged for mercy to death one by one.

"Batiatus ran away!" 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 the wolf. It's getting dark. We have to escape quickly." Spartacus said in a deep voice: "Altonix, take a few brothers to the kitchen and pack all the edibles."

"Okay."

"Cross, you are responsible for picking some brothers who can fight and changing their armor and weapons."

"Yes."

"Enomyi, you call a few strong brothers and go with me to break open the gate." Spartacus continued: "Hamilk, you take the others to help the injured brothers bandage their wounds, and take them away after the gate is opened."

The gladiators in this school have been planning a riot for some time, and have established several leaders headed by Spartacus, assisted by Cross, Altonix, Hamilka, and Enomyi. After Spartacus issued the task, they immediately went to execute it.

Maximus was worried that Cross would see him and scold him in public for betraying everyone, which would arouse public anger and be disadvantageous to him. So when he saw a wounded gladiator lying not far away, he immediately crouched beside him and asked with concern: "Brother, how are you injured?"

"...Oh, Maximus, help me! My right thigh was stabbed with a sword. It was quite deep and it hurts so much that I can't stand..." The gladiator groaned and cried to Maximus.

His appearance was very familiar. In the memory of the original owner, Maximus found his name, Phesalus, who was once a young Illyrian pirate. In recent years, Illyrian pirates have been rampant and frequently plundered 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 where Phesalus was was captured by the Roman warship, and the leader was beheaded on the spot. The crew members became slaves and were sent to various towns in Italy to be sold. For slaves like them, the Romans generally would not buy them as domestic slaves, and they were often sent to mines and arenas.

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

Looking at the bloody sword wound on Phesalus's thick right thigh, Maximus gently pressed the wound with his hands according to the original owner's memory.

Phesalus endured the pain and squeezed out a hissing groan of pain from his teeth.

"The bleeding is not too much, the blood vessels should not be scratched, your feet are still movable, and the tendons should not be cut. You are lucky, and the wound will heal after a period of rest." Maximus pretended to be thankful for him. The profession of a gladiator is to kill. In addition to training a set of fighting skills, the training instructors will also teach them some knowledge of human anatomy in order to help them better defeat their opponents and save themselves.

Phesalus did not feel relieved by Maximus's comfort. He said worriedly: "Maximus, I am injured now and cannot escape. Will you abandon me?"

Maximus hesitated for a moment. From his heart, he had just arrived in this world and had no emotional ties with anyone here. Besides, his own situation was not very good now, so how could he care about others. However, according to the original owner's memory, Phesalus was one of the few people among these gladiators who respected him more.

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 less than 20 years old. Although he is physically strong and has good fighting skills, he has a gentle personality and lacks ruthlessness. He often loses to other gladiators during training. In addition, Batiatus takes care of him and never arranges risky one-on-one gladiator matches for him. Therefore, although he has a good relationship with other gladiators, everyone looks down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

As can be seen from his name, "Maximus" is not his real name, but a nickname given to him by the gladiators. Maximus means "the greatest", but the original owner's poor gladiator record is obviously not worthy of this name. This is everyone's irony to him, and they often call him this way. Over time, it has become his gladiator name (gladiators rarely use their real names. Either the audience gives him a title based on his fighting style and record, or he takes the name according to his own wishes).

Because Phesalus had just arrived, the original owner took good care of him, and they were from the same hometown, so his attitude towards the original owner was very different from that of other gladiators. Maximus, who had just arrived in this world and felt lonely, instinctively did not want to let the other party lose trust in him in person, so he quickly said: "Don't worry, Spartacus will never give up on you, and 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, but would be relieved. After all, the leg was injured. Fesalus would slow down his escape speed. He guiltily avoided the other party's grateful gaze and looked around secretly.

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. Instead, he gave all the equipment of the dead guards to the Gallic gladiators who followed him to wear. The gladiators in this school were mainly composed of Gauls and Thracians, and Cross was the leader of the Gallic 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 over there, old man. God bless him, he was not injured."

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

The gladiator named Pecot had bronzed skin all over his body 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 Dressing Phaesalus's wounds.

In the memory of the original owner, Pecot was a fellow pirate of Pheasalus and 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 was always 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 did you find?"

"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 bad wolf of Batiatus, there won't be anything good left in the kitchen." Cross said bitterly.