"Roar, roar, roar, hit him, hit his lower part!"

In the middle of summer, Britain is not very hot, and in the barracks of Appis, the soldiers are watching a wonderful gladiatorial match with great interest. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info against the two sides of the centurion Medes of the Eighth Brigade and the Germanic slaves under the soldier Sekras.

The soldiers roared feverishly for their centurions to deliver a brilliant blow, but the Germanic slaves defended themselves perfectly, and the Germans were more like a natural fighting people than the Romans, with their strength, speed, agility, and physique superior to the Romans. Meades stabbed with his sword, and the Germanic slave held the sword in one hand, interrupting the centurion's attack, and the next second, the Germanic slave slammed Meades in the face with his other hand.

The centurion was punched in the head, and suddenly his eyes were full of stars, and he fell to the ground screaming.

The Germanic slave who had defeated the centurion roared with joy, but was greeted by a chorus of cheers from the Roman soldiers on the sidelines.

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"Look, it's all a good thing he's done. Spread this crude and vulgar sport throughout the barracks, and let the noble Roman warriors go and fight those Germanic beasts? This kind of damn behavior is probably only he can come up with. the son of the gods, he's like a barbarian. ”

"I've heard that this Appis was originally a gladiator, a slave gladiator. He escaped from the city of Rome and joined the legions. ”

"Or a runaway slave?"

On the field, the gladiatorial match was raging, and on the sidelines, some Roman veterans who were dissatisfied with Appis's training methods gathered together and whispered. In the eyes of these legion veterans, barbarians will always be barbarians, and no matter how strong their fighting skills and strength are, they cannot escape the identity of beasts, because in the eyes of the Romans, Germanic people are beasts. Appis freed the hands of the Germanic slaves and then fought Roman soldiers in the gladiatorial arena, an act that in itself violated some Roman values. Although Appis's starting point was to train the individual combat effectiveness of Roman soldiers, any policy would always have some negative effects while having good results. The emotions of these veterans are a manifestation of this negative effect.

"He's not the son of the gods, he's just a mortal, don't you believe we can try? Which of you has the strongest fighting skills, let's pick three and go to the gladiatorial arena together to force Appis to fight. The Children of the Gods should have to accept the challenge of mortals, not to mention that there are only three of us, one against three, and it should not be a problem for those who carry the Children of the Gods on their backs. ”

Legion veteran Puwells proposed. His proposal was quickly echoed by the other legionnaires present. A few middle-aged men in their forties were called by a young man in his early twenties all day long, and it was time to take this breath and beat this stunned centurion of the Eagle Banner Brigade.

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"Centurion, Appis, we all know that you are a brave warrior, the son of Rome protected by the gods, and legend has it that you once defeated a black bear alone in the forest. You are the bravest man in the world, centurion. ”

After the gladiatorial battle between the Germanic slaves and Meades, the veteran Powell ran to the center of the arena and shouted the name of Appis. This move of the Roman veteran quickly attracted the attention of everyone present. While they were amazed by Powell's audacity, they were also looking forward to the next good show, because everyone knew that Powell's words were not as simple as pure boasting and flattery, he was preparing to throw something, and running to the middle of the arena to say such a thing, the topic he wanted to throw was so obvious. He also wanted gladiatorial fights, gladiatorial fights with Appis, or at least forced Apis to play.

"Say whatever you want."

Appis sat in the crowd and looked calmly at the Roman veteran who was about to take the lead in making trouble. The scene encountered today Apis knew that it would have to face sooner or later, a young man in his early twenties would lead an experienced and tenacious Roman hundred-man team, this is not something that can be done simply by claiming to be the son of the gods, maybe at first the soldiers will believe it devoutly, but after a long time, people will also test whether they are really genuine, after all, Rome is a martial country, to be able to stand in the legion, the most important thing is to defeat the opponent with real swords and real guns, Gain the respect of the soldiers.

"I mean, if the centurion doesn't mind, we ask to fight you, so that everyone present can see the true courage and strength of the Son of Rome, who is protected by the gods."

"We? Do you mean that gladiatorial fights are not one-on-one, but multiple pairs of centurions alone? ”

As soon as Pwell's words fell, Seglas fought for Appis, as Apris's most iron-clad buddy, Segeras was on the battlefield and witnessed Appis's many brave performances. Now, when this group of arrogant veterans stepped forward to challenge the authority of the centurion, Seglas could not sit still.

"The centurion is the Roman god of war protected by the gods, and I guess one against three is nothing to him, is it?"

In the face of Segras's questioning, Powell replied calmly. And everyone present knew that this legion veteran deliberately stirred up strife this time. On one side was the young centurion who had just taken office, and on the other hand was a veteran of the legion, all the soldiers present suddenly didn't know which side to support, and Apis had been instilled with the name of the Son of the Gods for too long, and many people actually really wanted to see Apis's combat skills with their own eyes. After all, when fighting as a team, it does not reflect the true ability of the individual.

"I accept your challenge, soldier. Now, please tell me your name first. ”

Appis said, slowly getting up from the crowd, three Roman veterans, this posture can't do anything to Apis. After all, once in the arena, when he was at the most, one against five, and the other party was a battle-hardened gladiator, the combat effectiveness of the Roman legionary infantry was definitely not as good as the gladiators who fought bloodily in the arena, so such a provocation, Appis did not pay attention to it, and even just smiled in his heart, this group of ignorant legionary infantry, brother just didn't know how to establish his prestige, and now, these people helped him find a suitable opportunity.

"Powell, Powell Midmius. Eleventh Corps, Fourth Brigade, Corps veteran. ”

Powell replied by deliberately changing the Legionnaire infantry to a Legion veteran, as a mockery of Appis for the immaturity of the newly appointed centurion. He is not worthy to command an entire brigade.

"Pwell, you are very brave, and I hope that in the next gladiatorial fight, you can also show the demeanor of a Roman man."

Appis said as he stepped out of the crowd, and the soldiers next to him immediately made way for his centurion. It would be the most frequent gladiatorial fight they had ever seen, many of the soldiers thought.