Wu Ling would come to the crater every once in a while to lie down, although his lung disease was not cured, but it did not worsen, which strengthened his understanding - this crater was unusual.

This was the first time he had told anyone about the crater, including Wu Wei.

Hua Zixuan: "Dad, why did you say this crater has this effect?"

Wu Ling: "I've heard that some of these meteorites that hit Mars came from outside the solar system, and some came from space tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of light-years away. ”

Hua Zixuan suddenly said, "It's radiation, this meteorite must have unusual radiation." The warmth we feel is caused by radiation. ”

Gasol: "Just dig it out and see what kind of rock it is?"

Wu Ling hurriedly stopped, "Don't dig it, if it's not the cause of the meteorite, what if it's the cause of microorganisms, if you dig this crater, you can't renew my life, don't dig it." Especially you, Gasol, don't dig behind my back. ”

Gasol snorted coldly, "Huh...... Don't worry, I don't dig it, it's in good shape now, so why do you have to dig it out. ”

After arriving at the city gate, Wu Ling asked Wu Wei to go home, and he took Hua Zixuan and Gasol to carry the bricks.

When they arrived at the construction site, Wu Ling ordered the two to carry two bricks at a time.

Hua Zixuan and the others first had the attitude of trying it out, but they didn't expect to really carry it, and the two salt bricks were nearly a thousand catties, which showed that the crater really had a magical effect. Of course, this 1,000 catties is measured by the earth's standards, and the actual weight on Mars is about 600 catties, and it is amazing to be able to lift things of this weight.

On this day, the fruits of Hua Zixuan's labor were doubled, and they earned seventy silver coins for Wu Ling.

After the work was completed, Wu Ling still did not let go of the two of them, and forced them to go to the farmland to work part-time.

In the next ten days, Hua Zixuan and Gasol spent the night in the crater every day, and went to the construction site to carry salt bricks to build walls during the day, and they carried more and more bricks, from two to three, from three to four, until the four salt bricks were really slippery on their shoulders, and they stopped adding more.

The construction of the wall was completed half a month ahead of schedule, and Wu Ling also earned enough for the registration fee of the war servant team of ten gold coins.

After finishing the work, Wu Ling was very happy, and did not let them go to the farmland to work part-time today, but took them to eat something good.

Gasol: "Daddy, are you sure you don't want to take us to potatoes?"

Hua Zixuan: "Gasol, don't mention the potatoes, I want to vomit when I hear it." ”

Wu Ling promised them not to eat potatoes.

The three of them came to the market, although it was getting late, the market was still lively, because Mars has two moons, and there are never clouds in the sky, so the night market here is relatively bright at night, so the night market here is also very lively.

There is a food stall with a lot of customers in front of it, and it sells vermicelli.

When he was on Earth, rice noodles were Hua Zixuan's favorite, and when he saw vermicelli, he drooled.

The noodles are served in a bowl with broth, shredded pickles, chopped green onions, and a spoonful of the store's secret sauce.

Twenty copper coins for a bowl.

Just eat this, the three of them agreed, one bowl per person.

On the vermicelli, blow the hot air, pick one, Hua Zixuan 'slipped' into a wisp of vermicelli, "Uh-huh......" tasted carefully, the taste is somewhat familiar.

Gasol is also savoring.

Hua Zixuan asked the boss, "Alas, boss, what are you made of this vermicelli?"

The owner was polite, "potato flour." ”

Hua Zixuan and Gasol had black lines on their faces, "Did the potatoes provoke you?"

Although it's a potato, after all, it's a soup stock, which is better than nothing.

After eating, when he returned home, Wu Ling called the three of them into the courtyard and taught them some basic fighting skills, as well as some coordination skills.

Wu Ling: "You say, why are the three of them on the same page, why aren't the three of them taking turns?"

Gasol: "Save time?"

Wu Ling glared at Gasol, obviously the answer was too outrageous.

Wu Ling: "Because coordinated combat is one of the highlights of the Warrior Competition. If teammates cooperate well, they can also defeat the strong with the weak. ”

Wu Wei often hears her father talk about it, so she is naturally not curious. Wu Ling looked at Hua Zixuan and Gasol's bewildered faces, and explained:

"You've all heard the story of Tian Ji horse racing, right? Your team's strongest fights the opponent's second strongest, your team's second strongest fights the opponent's weakest, and sacrifices your weakest to let the opponent's strongest fight. In the end, after your strongest and second strongest wins, you will join forces to fight the opponent's strongest. ”

Wu Ling: "The example I just mentioned is just the most common and lowest-tech tactic in the War Servant Competition, and there are many tricky cooperations, which require long-term practice. ”

Wu Ling: "Therefore, in the Battle Servant Competition, the tacit understanding between teammates is much more interesting than one-on-one fighting, and good cooperation will always bring unexpected reversals to the audience." ”

Wu Ling said that, and taught them some simple and efficient fighting skills.

On the second day, Wu Ling had to go to the War Servants Guild to register for the competition. He took Hua Zixuan and Gasol with him so that they could see the world.

The War Servants' Guild was in a small hall next to the Colosseum.

It's a deserted place, because it's not every day that a team of war servants comes to register. Nor do they have to worry about the rights and interests of the war servants, because the war servants have no rights and interests except fighting.

Wu Ling went to fill out the form and pay the money, and Hua Zixuan and Gasol walked around the gladiatorial arena.

Wu Ling had just filled out the form, and a big fat man came in from outside, with yellow skin, a black beard, over fifty years old, and a face full of horizontal meat.

Fat man: "Yohe, isn't this Wu Ling?"

Older people will have an impression of Wu Ling, the winner of the King's Cup, and some people still admire him.

Wu Ling knew him, his name was 'Kato Phonan', and he was the cousin of the city lord, and the city lord's family name was 'Kato'.

Hua Zixuan and Gasol circled around the gladiatorial arena, and finally turned to the entrance of the gladiatorial arena, and the two looked at the upward stairs, wanting to go in and have a look.

As soon as he was about to enter, he was stopped by the guards, and the slave wanted to enter the gladiatorial arena, including some large places, and he had to be accompanied by the slave master, and he was not allowed to enter alone.

Hua Zixuan and the others were annoyed with themselves, and Wu Ling walked over with a grin.

He held a piece of paper with the seal of the War Servants Guild on it.

Wu Ling: "The Warrior Servant Tournament is held at night. During the day, the Servants can visit the arena under the guidance of the Servant Master. ”

Gasol: "Daddy, just take us inside." ”

Wu Ling has this intention.

The guards saw the registration certificate in Wu Ling's hand and let him go.

Wu Ling led the two into the gladiatorial arena.

Wu Ling: "How is it, shocked?"

For Hua Zixuan and Gasol, there is nothing shocking here, and such a competition venue is much shabby compared to indoor venues such as boxing rings and basketball courts on the earth.

The layout of the gladiatorial arena is similar to that of the basketball court, surrounded by salt-brick stairs, which can be used as chairs, and in the middle is a boxing ring, which is half the size of a basketball court, but narrower than a basketball court, and there are no guardrails around it.

This gladiatorial arena can accommodate five thousand spectators.

Gasol leaned on the railing of the stands and said, "Daddy, when are we going to have our first game?"

Wu Ling smiled weirdly, "The day after tomorrow......

The day after tomorrow, it's Kato's birthday, and he wants to show his new team here, so he asks me if I'd like to...... I'm also for the ten gold coins, I agreed. ”

"Give you ten gold coins?" Gasol looked at Wu Ling in surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, you want us to fight fake boxing? They bought us ten gold coins and let us be beaten by his team, right?"

Wu Ling held a deposit of five gold coins in his hand, "Yes, Master Kato's birthday, you can't let his team make a fool of yourself, right?" Give me five gold coins first, and then give the remaining five after the fight." ”

Hua Zixuan felt bad in his heart, and asked, "Dad, if we are killed, won't you lose a lot?"

Wu Ling was unmoved, "Oh...... There is an unspoken rule of fake boxing, and if one of his men kills you, he will compensate me twice the price of your purchase. He was even a little smug at the end.

Hua Zixuan's face was gloomy, "You old man, I know that you formed a team to meet your daughter, and I am still excited for this, I want to help you to the end, your decision today makes me have to look at you differently!"

The more Hua Zixuan spoke, the more excited he became, "Let others beat me up, I can't fight back, I can't stand that grievance ......"

Wu Ling's old face was a little red, and he snorted: "...... Actually, it's not that you won't be allowed to fight back, you have to pretend to punch them a few times, otherwise you'll be exposed. ”

"You!" Hua Zixuan gritted his teeth and glared at Wu Ling, "I ......"

Gasol patted Hua Zixuan's shoulder, "Alas...... Don't get excited, dad is right to do this, you can't get the king's cup with enthusiasm alone, at least get some money first, let us eat a meal of meat, you don't have the strength to eat potatoes all the time!"

Gasol swallowed as he spoke of meat.

Wu Ling: "That's right, think about the fat steak that has just been fried out of the pan, how juicy and chewy...... The last time I had a steak was a year ago!"

Gasol swallowed hard, "Okay, don't talk about it, Dad, my saliva is coming out." ”