The four thick iron doors on the outer ring are all locked; The walls, floors, and ceilings are made of stone slabs, and there are no loopholes; The window fence, if it could be broken, would only pass a child of understature.

The only way out is through the eight slightly opened iron gates on the inner ring, all of which lead to a large circular clearing in the center.

There, several stone walls more than two people high extend from the center of the circle to the stone wall around the circle, dividing the entire clearing evenly into eight fan-shapes.

There, eight men and eight Vajra apes faced each other, blood splattered everywhere.

There was another frantic cry from the stands.

In the Colosseum, a man fell to the ground with a "bang", a bloody hole in his right chest, and the heart inside had been pulled out by the ape-shaped monster, and the blood was dripping and spilling on the sand, and the heart was still beating unwillingly in the monster's claws.

It felt as if the claw was grasping his heart, and Hana's ears were filled with the out-of-control pounding sound in his chest.

She took deep breaths again and again, forced herself to calm down, and counted the time.

A gladiatorial fight lasted no more than ten minutes, and a short one was over, most of them only lasted a minute or two. On an average of three minutes, there were about eighty people before her, and the round was finished in half an hour, minus the ten minutes it took her to run the lap just now......

That is to say: within half an hour at most, if she can't find a way out, she can only play desperately.

What to do? What to do!

She closed her eyes, and her brain was working like a machine like never before, so much so that she soon broke down in a hot sweat.

In such a short period of time, in an almost completely enclosed space, regular, time-consuming means of escape should be useless.

You have to use extraordinary means!

By the way, didn't the Spartacus who led the Spartacus uprising also be a gladiator? I don't know tens of thousands of people here, it can't be that she is the only one who wants to escape, right?

What if she followed Spartacus's example, found some like-minded people, and worked together, maybe she could rebel and rush out together?

She scrutinized everyone around her, looked at it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Is it a coincidence?

She walked quickly, her eyes not missing everyone who rubbed shoulders.

The more she looked, the more nervous she became, and the hot sweat in her palms turned into a heart-piercing coldness at some point.

There are no women!

Not a single woman, except her!

No wonder the white man would pluck the dick in front of her, and if he found out that she would show such strange euphoria in the future?

At this point, she is like a little sheep that has fallen into a pack of wolves.

Damn, God can't be so tricky!

After a cold sweat burst out, I felt an indescribable weakness in my body.

She subconsciously tightened the placket of her shirt and lowered her hat a little more.

No cooperation!

Once their identities were revealed, she couldn't even imagine what a group of dying fanatics would do to a little sheep.

To the death, cold sweat broke out, but she completely calmed down.

Extraordinary means can't work, so find another way!

For example: bribery?!

Whether it is a bright world or a dark world, there will always be no shortage of corrupt people.

Yet, she touched all over her body, and there was nothing but a body of clothing—no, it should be said that there was nothing but a body, a piece of clothing.

I don't know if this body is still herself, do you want to give it up to save your life?

Thinking of the evil eyes of the white man, an indescribable disgust suddenly welled up in my heart: no, it is easier to die than to sell one's body, to be insulted and destroyed.

The noisy waves outside the window rolled up again and again.

The overload caused a strong burning sensation in the brain, as if the next moment it would be on fire in the head.

Wait, it's on fire!

If you could set a fire here, those soldiers wouldn't have let so many people burn alive, would they?

Yes, it's perfectly possible to pile up hay and dismantle the toilet bowl for firewood.

The only problem is - there is no source of fire.

Maybe it can be found in the soldiers outside the iron gate.

She groaned and glanced out the window.

The crowd suddenly commotioned, and she was caught off guard and pressed against the wall, almost holding her breath.

When the situation had calmed down a little, she turned around with difficulty, and found that the crowd had formed a circle in a chaotic circle, leaving a small circular clearing in the middle.

A man with a frightened face lit a lighter in his hand and spun around, intimidating others.

Her eyes lit up suddenly: Fire source!

"I don't want to die!" The man holding the lighter had a pale face, so he was very panicked, "I, I'll set the fire, and we'll take advantage of the chaos to escape together." ”

This coincides with her.

She looked around with a hint of anticipation, but there was a sense of indifference, contempt and mockery in her eyes.

She hesitated, but didn't dare to come forward.

Forced by the invisible pressure, the man burst out bloodily and brought the lighter to the corner of his thin coat.

"It's all a bad seed!" His eyes were red, and he looked like crazy, "Lao Tzu wants to fight!" ”

This move finally attracted everyone's attention - if he set his clothes on fire and even himself, and then rushed into the crowd, then everyone would be wronged by him as dry firewood.

"Hey, boy, don't act rashly!" The first to emerge was a stout black man, "Believe me, in the eyes of those people, we sinners are, and even if we were all burned to death, they wouldn't even lift an eyebrow." ”

Sinners on fire?

Damn, isn't this a den of wicked people! The den of thousands of wicked people is definitely the most dangerous place for women.

Did she accidentally offend the god of fate?

The alert was raised again, and she almost half of her face was tucked into her collar.

A brown-skinned man picked up: "In fact, as long as you can carry it under the hands of the King Kong Ape for three minutes, without dying or crippling, you can be hired by the army. ”

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

Someone else pointed to a place in the stands and added: "Did you see the person at the front of that piece?" I heard that it was a big shot from the First Legion. If you can get his appreciation today, you will definitely have a bright future after being hired by the army. ”

Following the direction the man pointed, she easily found the area where the big man was.

Because in the full stands, only that one area was abruptly empty, and a group of people guarded the front row to the left and right and behind them.

The aura of the big man simply needs no explanation.

However, if they are too far apart, they can only see a silhouette, except that the figure seems to be very tall, and the appearance and clothing are not clear.

After just a short walk, she withdrew her gaze, and secretly calculated in her heart: if she only had a way to survive after three minutes, then it was not impossible to fight.

In the short time she was distracted, the man didn't know whether he had been attacked or coaxed into putting down his weapon, but finally let go of the lighter.

However, the lobbyists who had been persuading him to spare his life changed their faces in a blink of an eye, and flew up one by one to punch and kick.

The man was powerless to resist, and instantly fell to the ground and shrank into a ball, but under the siege of the riot, in less than half a minute, he was bloody, lifeless.

"Hey, you dare to threaten Lao Tzu!"

"Look for death!" A murderer is still unsatisfied, and he makes up for a few kicks on his soft body.

A good person was beaten to death, but no one dissuaded him, no one paid attention to it, but he applauded in bursts.

Hanabhara's scalp is tingling.

The discourse of violence seems to be magnified like never before among these sinners.

There seems to be only one rule of survival here: fists are the last word.

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath and looked up, her eyes becoming extremely determined: no matter what, she has to live!

There is no way to retreat, only to break the boat.

She's going to get through that only way to live!

For the spectators, the blood and violence in the gladiatorial arena boiled more than the bed, so their venting and screaming were frenzied.

Only that particular area is out of place with this atmosphere.

The people there were all sitting upright, with resolute faces and silent faces, deaf to the excitement on the field, as if they were all figurines made of steel. Only the occasional movement of the eyelids can prove that they are indeed flesh and blood.

This kind of majestic military appearance has only been seen in the fireworks or at the National Day military parade.

However, there is still some aura that these soldiers do not have in the honor guard - the breath of blood.

This is definitely a blood-soaked army of a hundred battles!

In front of the soldiers, a young officer with a straight uniform and two bars and one star on his epaulettes stood straight.

The great man he was serving was about twenty or thirty years old, with a long body, a grim expression, eyebrows like carvings, and a nose like a sword, and he was a handsome man with a handsome face.

The man is only wearing a shirt, his legs are folded at will, his arms are stretched on the armrests of the chair, his posture is leisurely, his face is like a flat lake, and from time to time he takes a sip of the army-standard water cup at hand, as if he is a noble son watching a play in the theater.

It's just that there will be a fierce color in that look inadvertently, lingering with the aura of Jin Ge Iron Horse, which makes people dare not look directly.

"Wei Qi, how many people have you taken a fancy to during this time?" The low and majestic voice is like a god.

The major officer replied with a straight look: "Report to your lordship, there are seven." ”

These sinners are like street hooligans, with their fists and feet in a disorderly manner, and they are really unsightly.

The seven of his fancy are all a bit capable, and they have been fighting against the King Kong Ape for more than five minutes without falling behind.

This adult instantly penetrated his subordinate's thoughts.

"Take it easy and talk." He tapped on the chair next to him and motioned for him to sit down and speak.

Wei Qi lifted the chair back half of his body and sat down upright.

"Isn't it strange that the new strange barracks don't let you pick people from the military academy, but they brought you here?"

Wei Qi replied frankly, "Yes, my lord." ”

He leaned slightly and turned his head to look at him: "Tell me, how do you understand war?" ”

Wei Qi was a little nervous, and after a moment of deliberation, he replied: "I think that war is an armed struggle for interests. ”

The textbook answer is like the thoughts of a high-achieving student in a regular military academy.

There was a smile in the eyes of the adult: "Wei Qi, do you know why the commander-in-chief only arranged for you to be a civilian before, and why he sent you to me after you resolutely asked for war?" ”

Wei Qi's eyes were bright, he looked at the adult with reverence, and replied without hesitation: "Because I don't have enough experience, because the first legion under the command of the adult is the first combat strength in the mainland." ”

"No!" The adult shook his head, his angular face glowing obsessively in the sunlight, he lifted the corners of his lips lightly, and faintly spat out a few words, "It's because you don't know enough about war." ”