Chapter 6 Acting as a Guide

"You traitor, you actually have the nerve to stand up!" Cross immediately rushed over, grabbed his chest, and raised his big fist. His scarred face had a pair of wolf-like eyes, Shooting out a murderous light, he said viciously: "You have killed so many of our brothers, and now -"

"Okay, Cross, now is not the time for internal strife, we need Maximus' help!" Sure enough, Spartacus quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Bah!" Cross spit out a thick mouthful of phlegm on Maximus's face, and then he was reluctantly separated by Spartacus.

Maximus stretched out his hand to wipe the phlegm from his face, and felt temporarily relieved: if Spartacus hadn't taken action in time, he was really afraid that Cross would beat him to death, because in the memory of the original owner, although this guy was a student The second gladiator, but in the competitions he participated in, his opponents were either killed or seriously injured. Even his daily training often resulted in injuries to his companions. This was a dangerous man who regarded human life as nothing.

Even though Cross had let go of his hand, his sharp eyes were still fixed on Maximus, like a sharp knife that pierced Maximus' heart, making him regret that he should not have stood up.

"Maximus, are you really familiar with the roads here?!" Spartacus asked extremely seriously.

Maximus calmed down and said confidently: "I grew up in Capua. I can find the way here with my eyes closed! With me leading the way, we can leave here soon, but -"

Maximus paused and said with a hint of showoff: "Our current location is in the south of the city. There are two avenues going south from Capua City. One is Appia Avenue, which faces southeast and leads to Samo. The other is the Via Agna, which goes south and crosses the entire Campania plain. Which one should we take? "

South of Rome, Capua is one of the few large cities that is crossed by two Roman roads. It is an important transportation hub, so it not only has developed agriculture, but also has prosperous commerce.

"We should go to the mountainous area, which is easier for us to hide." Altonix suggested from the side.

"It's getting dark. It's not safe to go to the mountains at this time, and the Samnites are not easy to deal with. We should go south." Although the incident happened suddenly and it was a bit hasty to start the riot, Spartacus had already thought about it. plan, but he wasn't going to throw it out right now, so he found another reason.

However, everyone understands that not far to the east of Capua is the Samnite Mountains. The poor and fierce people of the Samnite Mountains are a major source of Octolatus (Octolatus is a tribute to those people). (the name given to Roman citizens who voluntarily became gladiators). Although the gladiator school they attended did not exist, they had encountered many opponents in the arena, and their strength should not be underestimated, so no one expressed any objection.

However, Maximus boldly suggested based on the memory of the original owner: "Let's go south from Ania Avenue. There is a Flora Temple (Flora, An Italian goddess, protector of lush vegetation), we can go to the temple to rest when it gets dark."

"We'll talk about it then." Spartacus said noncommittally.

Maximus turned and walked towards the end of the team. The gladiators looked at him a little strangely, which showed that Collins's curse just now had an effect.

Cross, with a dark face and a dagger in hand, followed closely behind Maximus, obviously to monitor him and prevent him from deliberately leading the wrong way.

Maximus was a little frightened, but when he saw Spartacus beside him, he calmed down again.

The team set off again. Although it was delayed for a while, the alleyways they passed were still empty. The nearby residents had realized the anomaly of the Gladiator School, but no one dared to organize a team to stop these murderous monsters. Instead, they closed their doors one after another. The household hid.

Under the guidance of Maximus, the gladiators quickly walked out of the maze-like neighborhood and onto the Avenue of Ania. Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The wide and solid road accelerated the progress of the entire team. .

Maximus looked around while running. Although he had the memory of the original owner, he couldn't help but sigh when he personally experienced this famous Roman avenue: the smooth and solid stone pavement, the deep waterproof ditches and branches on both sides. Lush street trees, soft dirt roads for people to walk on, and even simple chairs and stools for people to rest on the sidewalks from time to time... This fully has all the elements of today's urban roads, and it was built a hundred years ago, with careful design. It has been well maintained and is still running well, which gives a glimpse of Rome's strength.

How could such a powerful country be defeated by just a bunch of gladiators? ... Maximus suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

The sun has set in the western mountains, the afterglow gradually dissipates, and night is approaching. Usually at this time, there are still some pedestrians on both sides of the avenue, but this gang of ferocious gladiators scared the pedestrians and hid far away. However, the vehicles driving on the avenue could not avoid the gladiators blocking the way. A donkey cart carrying flour was intercepted, and the gladiators cheered: "Finally we can eat delicious bread!"

Gladiators train and compete every day and need to eat a lot of food, but the school has to make money and it is impossible for them to eat well. Therefore, except for the occasional meat they can eat by killing beasts in gladiator competitions, their The main food is barley, which is cheap and unpalatable but high in calories. The quantity is sufficient, so the gladiators are nicknamed "barley people", but even this is much better than the poor people who are full and hungry.

The gladiators were so happy that they spared the owner of the donkey cart.

Not long after, a large carriage came in front. The owner of the carriage realized that the situation was not good and quickly turned around.

Enomui rushed over with several brothers and stopped him. Soon he shouted excitedly: "Spartacus, come on, there are a lot of weapons in the car!"

Spartacus perked up and rushed towards the intercepted carriage with Cross and the others.

The carport was densely packed with daggers, long swords, spears, square shields, round shields, helmets, greaves, and even a few fishing nets, but there was no breastplate, because these were all gladiator equipment.

Spartacus touched the cold shield and said excitedly to the gladiators: "Brothers, our actions have been blessed by Ares, and he has sent us weapons!"

The gladiators burst into cheers, and some even shouted: "With weapons, we have nothing to fear. We might as well fight back and kill Batiatus!"

Someone immediately retorted: "Idiot, Batiatus has already fled into the city. There is no way we can catch him."

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Spartacus ignored their noise and turned around and said: "Hamilcar, count carefully, how many weapons are there?"

Before Hamilcar could respond, Maximus said first: "Let me count."

This was another opportunity to earn some performance. Seeing that Spartacus had no objection, Maximus jumped on the carriage and started counting points seriously.

Spartacus walked up to the coachman, who quickly begged him for mercy. He asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, where did you send these gladiator equipment? Where are you sending them to?"

"Send... to the arena in the city..." the coachman said in panic: "Because the day after tomorrow is the founding day of Capua... the chief executive is going to hold a large-scale gladiatorial competition to celebrate... for fear of not having enough weapons and equipment... so... …So I was ordered to bring some over from Naples…”

Spartacus and Cross looked at each other. In fact, the gladiator school they were in also received an invitation from the city lord's palace. It was said that the reward was quite generous. If there had not been this riot, there would probably be many brothers who would just want to satisfy themselves. Capua fell in the arena to the bloodlust of the spectators.