Chapter 7 Arena

"Eat, eat, eat! Only when you are full will you have energy......" Looking at me with a smile, Zhang Damin looked at me with kind eyes, obviously my choking touched him, and handed me another dough cake and said: "Don't worry, it is forbidden to eat human flesh in federal cities, these are high-tech beef ......"

Hearing Zhang Damin's first words, I almost didn't vomit, and I also collected my sadness. Dare to love and still have a place to eat human flesh? Beef? How come I can't taste the taste of beef......

Seeing the inquiry in my eyes, Zhang Damin sighed: "The freedfolk tribe who can't eat enough, it's normal to eat dead corpses, forget it, it doesn't affect your appetite, eat quickly......"

I don't know if Zhang Damin has ever eaten human flesh, but when he said this, he tapped his mouth, and his beard shook rhythmically a few times.

In order to feed us slaves, they brought a basket of bread, and I ate eight of them in one go, and finally stopped eating because I couldn't eat it anymore. Even if you die, don't be a starving ghost!

"Grandpa Zhang, what will we face?" I don't know anything about what they call the arena, but as the name suggests, the arena is a place where battles are fought.

Zhang Damin shook his head and was silent for a while before saying, "I don't know!" ”

"Don't know?" I was stunned, this is another situation?

"The reason why we don't know is because we have never met anyone who fought out of the arena, so I don't know what we are facing." Zhang Damin's words made my heart sink to the bottom, and seeing my expression, Zhang Damin clenched his fists with confidence: "But you're different, I've never heard of an arena where there are evolved warriors, I believe you can break through!" ”

I smiled bitterly, of course I knew how many pounds and taels I had, and when I heard Zhang Damin's words, the middle-aged man looked at me suspiciously for a while, and said leisurely: "What we are facing is a zombie creature!" ”

"What? Zombie creatures? Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Zhang Damin and I both widened our eyes and exclaimed.

"The arena is full of zombie creatures duels?" Zhang Damin trembled and pointed at the middle-aged man, obviously in disbelief.

The middle-aged man nodded helplessly and said, "Yes, all kinds of zombie creatures!" The reason you haven't heard of it is because none of the freedmen have made it past the thirteenth hurdle! The difficulty of the competition in the arena is set by the people who manipulate the competition, and the slaves who participate in the competition do not die, how can they make money? ”

"And how do you know?" I stared at the middle-aged man, trying to analyze all the information that could be referred to from his expression.

"Because I am a federal citizen......" The middle-aged man's smile was very bitter: "Are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

"Federalists?" Zhang Damin was stunned, and immediately sneered: "The outcasts of the Federation City!" You hateful Federalists know nothing but pleasure and take pleasure in such cruel competition! Zhang Damin looked at the middle-aged man with fire-filled eyes, forgetting that everyone is already on the same front now.

It has to be said that racial discriminationClass discrimination is one of the deep-rooted social diseases, and the decades-long living gap between freedmen and commoners has given rise to a deep-rooted class outlook among them, whenever and wherever they are.

"Outcasts in a federal city! Hahaha......" Zhang Damin pointed at the middle-aged man, mocking wantonly, and his gray beard was about to rise to the sky.

"Outcasts...... Yes, outcasts! The middle-aged man muttered and repeated, with a hint of gloom in his eyes, this is a man with a story.

"It doesn't matter where you're from, the point is that we're in a trench now! Tell us everything you know! "Now is not the time for infighting, I stood up and made a round, Zhang Damin snorted angrily to the side, and gnawed on the dough fiercely, as if it was the flesh and blood of the federal people.

Soon in the evening, the soldiers came and took the three of us away, along with some freedmen from the other cells, apparently unlucky people who did not want to be slaves and chose the arena for their freedom.

The middle-aged man is called Wen Zhengbiao, he told me about the cruelty of the arena, those terrifying zombie creatures, starting from ordinary zombies to all kinds of fierce zombie creatures, each level is more difficult than the other, if you want to survive, you have to fight a bloody way in the arena!

And the first game we are going to face this time is called the "knockout round"! 20 unarmed free people fight their way out under the siege of zombies, and kill all 100 zombies, and only those who survive can enter the second level.

And this first level of elimination, it also has an alternative nickname: "Opera of Blood"! Named in honor of the humans who survived the biochemical frenzy a hundred years ago, imagine what a shocking opera it is for 20 unarmed people to rush out surrounded by zombies! A living opera!

Walking along a passage into the Colosseum, I saw the inside clearly, and immediately opened my mouth in shock, amazed at the scene before me.

Such a grand arena, this is a complete replica of the ancient Roman Colosseum, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, I heard that it can accommodate more than 100,000 spectators, and when you get to your eyes, you will really feel how amazing this number is.

In the middle is the large arena, all of which are made of one-color bluestone slabs, and around the circular field, there are circular stands that are more than five meters high, which can prevent the attack of zombie creatures.

The stands were divided into grids, and the 10,000-person spectator seats at this time were filled with tens of thousands of spectators, and the crowd was full of excitement and excitement.

"Oh......" As the 20 of us slowly walked in, the arena seemed to melt into a boiling furnace, and the people in the stands kept shouting, and I was suddenly pulled back to reality in shock.

I looked around and looked at the people in the audience in various robes, and a sense of sadness welled up in my heart. How can they do this?! Disregard for human life and entertain zombie creatures and humans by fighting. Inexplicable sadness came to me like a domino effect......

The Grey Armor soldiers took us to the middle of the field and turned to leave, 20 people said more than much, no less and no less, but standing in the middle of this huge field still seemed extremely small.

I looked at the expressions of the freedmen around me, some of them were downcast, some of them were high-spirited, some of them were terrified, I looked at the spectators in the stands viciously, and said loudly, "We must unite so that we can have a chance to live!" Hearing my words, the people around me were stunned, and they all looked at me, their eyes full of blankness.

"Do you know what we're up against? It's a zombie horde! My words were like a pebble thrown into the middle of a calm lake, and everyone suddenly became in an uproar.

"How is that possible?" "How can this be!" "Zombies?! I don't want to die, I don't want to die......"

I grabbed a trembling young man and shouted, "If you don't want to die, then unite, so we can live!" ”

I looked at each one and took a deep breath: "No matter where you're from, whether you want to or not, us!" There is nowhere to retreat! For the sake of our lives, we have to escape this first hurdle! Until we fall...... We can't give the zombies a chance to break them one by one, we have to fight together, there are many people with great strength, and only by getting together can we increase the chance of survival, do you want to live?! Tell me! ”

"I want to ......" "Of course I want to live!" "But...... That's a zombie......"

"Someone must be dead! But at least I dare to fight! No one is a coward! I shouted hard, and an unrivaled fighting spirit gradually surged in my chest.

"We're not cowards!" There was a chorus of voices from all of them......

Tens of thousands of spectators fell silent, and then erupted into even louder shouts, apparently stimulated by our high spirit, and some even began to consider whether to increase the stakes on us.

This wretched bunch!