"I'll give you another minute," the little mouse shouted outside the golden carriage, "and if you don't call me boss after this minute, I'll take Shag back to the ground!"

"Give me another hundred years, and you won't think about it!" the little white tiger roared indignantly.

"Okay, that's what you said! Shag, let's go!"

"Meng'er, you-"

"Mom, I'm not going to scream! If you want me to live, I'll do as you say, and do everything I can to protect myself. But you have to promise me one more thing—"

"Mother will try her best to survive and never be separated from Meng'er!" said the White Tiger Mother, her eyes moistening again. For some reason, the more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and the more she spoke, the more she had no confidence.

"What you said is true?"

"When did Mom lie to you?"

"I believe in you, Mom!"

The mother of the white tiger glanced at the little white tiger deeply, and her eyes were full of unspeakable helplessness and hidden pain. Fearing that her son would see what she was trying to hide, she turned her head in a panic and looked at the vent.

The mother of the white tiger hurriedly put her eyes on the vents, but she couldn't see them anymore - did the little mouse really leave with the big hound?

What's even more terrifying is that the gate of the gladiatorial arena is already empty - Grandpa David doesn't know when he will say goodbye.

Outside, the soldiers were busy carrying huge iron pots, which they put on a pair of metal stands at the edge of the field, and then in pairs the soldiers would climb up the iron ladder next to them, and pour the olive oil filled with iron buckets in their hands. The bottom of the bracket was filled with dry firewood, and after a while the gladiatorial fight began, special soldiers would come up with torches and light them.

Soon, the oil in the pot would be boiled, and the brackets would not be very strong, and in the course of the gladiatorial fight, the fierce competition would make the gladiators completely obsessed with themselves, and they would not even care to pay attention to where they were. A shrewd opponent will do everything in his power to push the opponent into a corner, coercing him underneath the bracket, and at that point, once your body hits the fragile bracket, the iron pot above will fall, and the boiling hot oil inside will spill down the moment-

That kind of tragic situation is really unimaginable.

More soldiers were inspecting the "beast gates" scattered throughout the field, which were huge planks mounted on shutters, and the beasts could neither turn around nor retreat after being sent by the elevator into the narrow passages— For there was no way out, and hundreds of slaves armed with javelins and iron rods lined up on either side of each passage, and they would stab these deadly weapons through the holes in the passage, so that the beasts that had been attacked from both sides could only run forward quickly along the passage to the bottom of the closed planks, and they had to fight with all their might to get it completely open. The wooden board was covered with thick sand, and the sand was sprinkled with marble powder, and the moment it was opened, the sand powder flew up, and the scene was very spectacular!

Then the raging beasts suddenly appeared, and the spectators in the arena would stand up with cheers, screaming, clapping their hands, stomping their feet, and urging the beasts with all sorts of vicious or murderous words to pounce on the unarmed gladiators so that they could bite or tear them apart!

There were still many soldiers busy testing the vehicles—they had cleared the entire field as fast as they could—and the light vehicles made of gold looked so beautiful, they glittered in the direct sunlight. Each chariot was drawn by two Turkish hounds, one black and one gray, and the reason why well-trained horses were not chosen was because they did not have the terrible fangs and claws that could kill a person.

The wheels on both sides of the chariot were filled with slender blades, and the gladiators would be cut into pieces if they came close.

There were all kinds of weapons on the cart, swords, knives, sets of bows and arrows, and leather whips full of iron teeth that could be thrown far away.

......

The mother of the white tiger pounced on the ventilation hole on the opposite side again, and saw this kind of scene.

The little mouse and the big hound were really gone, and they seemed to disappear out of thin air—so quickly, and so unsympatheticly.

But the mother white tiger did not blame them: "It's better to go," she pressed her hot cheeks to the cold inner wall of the carriage, and the mighty tiger, panting from the sweltering heat of midday, had little strength to speak. "Zeus is a rat after all, and those low-ranking soldiers may hit him with catapults as soon as they have their hands free and are no longer so busy. ”

At this time, Zeus, who was hiding under the carriage and had his ears close to the bottom, listened to all these words.

"That big white tiger's heart and eyes are so good!" Shag, who was carrying his head on his head, naturally heard it, and his ears were sharp! The white tiger's mother thought about Zeus like this, which made him very moved, "Boss, let's save them." Although that little white tiger is stubborn and doesn't take you seriously at all, he's really too small, and he looks weird and likable, and I can't bear to watch him be pushed like this-"

"You talker, you talker, you don't have to go!" Zeus lowered his voice and scolded impatiently, "Listen to you or listen to me?"

"Of course I listen to you, you are my boss!"

"Alright, don't come with me—" Before he could finish speaking, the little mouse was stunned for a moment, "Listen!" he whispered, "What is this sound?"

Shag sniffled: "It's the sound of flapping wings!"

"Get down, I'm going to jump off your head and run to see what's going on!" the little mouse hurriedly ordered, "just stay here, don't show your head!"

"Yes!"

With that, Shag threw himself on the ground, and the little mouse jumped down with a quick snap, and soon ran to a wheel that was set under the golden carriage.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky: "It's Dura, she went for so long and only came back, haha, it's really slow!" The little mouse stroked his beard proudly, "She looks so flustered, she looks anxious, what's wrong?"

The white dove flew to the largest vent, quickly picked up its wings, and got in.

The little mouse turned and ran back, jumped on the head of the big hound, "Stand up, let me put my ears on them." ”