There was a sour smell in the dark cell, and Cheng Dazhi was almost vomited by the stench in the cell when he walked in, but he still couldn't help but didn't turn around and leave, because he came today to see if the slave he bought in the West Market could participate in tomorrow's dueling competition. [top] [point] novel www.23wx.com

Cheng Dazhi walked into the cell, and the people who followed him lit the oil lamp in the cell, and in a corner of the dim cell, he saw a swarthy slave chained, resting against the wall, he ignored the noise outside, because he knew very well in his heart that he was a slave now, and he knew very well what the life of a slave was like, after all, he was a slave before.

"Big Black Bull, our family leader has come to see you, get up quickly-!" Suddenly, a person beside Cheng Dazhi shouted, and then slammed the whip in his hand on the slave's body, and the slave was in pain, and then he opened his eyes, and stood up weakly and said rudely to Cheng Dazhi, "Sangelan, see the process master." ”

"Are you from Tibet?" Cheng Dazhi stared at the efforts in front of him and asked.

"Yes." Sangelan replied in a low voice that he was originally a Tibetan cavalryman, but he was captured during the battle against the Tang Dynasty, and he became a slave who was sold and sold in the Tang West Market.

"How did you become a slave?" Cheng Dazhi asked.

In the slave market of the Tang West Market, you can have all kinds of people you want, Tubo, Western Regions, Goryeo and Fusang, and of course, Tang people, but generally the price of men is very cheap, only the price of women is slightly more expensive. Therefore, the gladiators in his gladiatorial arena were all slaves bought in the West Market, and they could compete with a little training. Sangran was one of them, and the best of the twenty slaves. That's why they're locked up in separate prisons and treated separately.

"I was defeated and captured, and I became a slave." Sangran said lifelessly.

In fact, he didn't care whether he was a slave or not, because although he was a cavalryman in Tibet, he was also a slave, working hard for his master.

"Tomorrow's battle, can you win?" Cheng Dazhi asked.

The gladiatorial arena will start tomorrow, and the eight matches on the first day are very important, which determines whether it can attract spectators from Chang'an City, so he is very careful about the selection of participants. What's more important is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to come to watch, which is why Cheng Dazhi personally came to the prison to see Sangelan. Because he knew what the gladiatorial fight was like for the prince, and if the gladiator was not fierce and cruel, he would definitely not meet the prince's requirements.

Sangelan hesitated for a moment and didn't answer, he used to think that he was a warrior of Tibet, but after participating in the battle, he was defeated and captured, he knew that he was not as strong as he thought in his heart, and now Cheng Dazhi asked him this question, he really didn't dare to guarantee it, because he didn't have confidence in himself.

"We have a rule in the gladiatorial arena, as long as you win thirty games in a row, we will let you go, and you can be free." Cheng Dazhi said, "When the time comes, if you want to be a Tang person, you can live in Chang'an City, and if you want to go back to Tibet, no one will stop you." I came to see you today just to tell you these words, so that you know whether you can be free in the future, and also to see how you perform in the future. ”

After Cheng Dazhi finished speaking, he couldn't stand the sour smell in the prison anymore and left in a hurry.

"Gang Master Cheng, I will win!" Suddenly, just as Cheng Dazhi walked into the prison door, Sangelan's voice came from behind him, and Cheng Dazhi heard this assurance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. For slaves, what they most desire is freedom, and there is nothing that motivates these slaves more than freedom to give them their lives. As for the freedom after thirty games, Cheng Dazhi sneered, can you get out of the gladiatorial arena alive, is this place still called the gladiatorial arena?

"Helper, do you want to go to another prison?" The person next to Cheng Dazhi asked.

"Go, let's go see again." Cheng Dazhi said that although he hated the environment here, but tomorrow's competition was very important, and he couldn't help but arrange it personally, and the slave imprisoned in this big prison was also very famous, and he was also the best of the twenty slaves bought by Cheng Dazhi, and he was the opponent of the ultimate gladiatorial battle with Sangland.

"Helper, please." The people next to Cheng Dazhi said, and led Cheng Dazhi to another prison in the courtyard, this cell is no different from the previous cell, the only difference is that the environment is better, at least there is no sour smell.

In the cell, a tall, thick-bearded man was sleeping on the ground, and when he heard the sound of the cell door opening, he hurriedly turned over, and his eager eyes shot at Cheng Dazhi and his party.

"Gang Leader, he's Barrant."

"You're Barrant?" Cheng Dazhi asked, although the slave in front of him was in the cell, he was very tall, more than eight feet, and his muscles were bearded, and he was a very powerful person at first glance.

"I'm Barrant, are you the leader of the Axe Gang?" Barrant asked, and seeing Cheng Dazhi nodding slightly, he opened his mouth and asked, "I heard that if I win tomorrow's game, the helper will be able to set me free, is this true?" ”

"It's not about winning tomorrow's game, it's about winning 30 games in a row." Cheng Dazhi corrected.

"Impossible—" Barrant roared, "you said you would release me by winning tomorrow's game and set me free, how can you lie, you liars." ”

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As soon as Barrant's words fell, he saw the people around Cheng Dazhi whip Barrant's face fiercely, and Barrant grinned in pain, so he didn't dare to roar anymore.

"Barrant, it's true that you are a Persian, but you are now a slave of our Axe Gang, and if you are a slave, you should have the consciousness of a slave, otherwise you will be released if you win 300 games in a row, or I will not set you free if you win 300 games in a row." Cheng Dazhi said coldly, a small slave bargains with himself, your courage is not small, you don't look at whose property this is, this is the prince's industry, as long as the prince gives an order, what kind of gladiator do you want?

Perhaps shocked by Cheng Dazhi's words, Barrant stopped speaking after listening to Cheng Dazhi's words, but just glared at Cheng Dazhi angrily.

"Remember, your opponent tomorrow is a Tibetan, who is also a prisoner of war, so don't take him lightly when you fight him." Cheng Dazhi said, and left the prison in a hurry.

"Lang Jun, why are you telling him this?" When he got out of prison, the people around Cheng Dazhi asked, because they were Cheng Dazhi's henchmen and the generals of Cheng Mansion, and they were called Huilangjun instead of helpers when they called Cheng Dazhi.

"In tomorrow's game, one of Sangran and Barrant must die, and I would prefer Sangran to die, because His Highness is happy that Barrant is alive." Cheng Dazhi said lightly.

"Why?"

"It is not difficult to buy Tibetan slaves in the western market, but it is difficult to buy a Persian who is strong and powerful." Cheng Dazhi muttered, "Besides, if he kills Sanglan, he will become the enemy of the Tubo people, and the Tubo gladiators we bought will not have to eat him alive?" It's going to be a great game..."

"What's more, tomorrow we are going to open a gambling market, and many people will be optimistic about Sanglan, because he is a Tibetan, because he is fierce, and when Barrant wins, you say, how much money will we make?" Cheng Dazhi said with a smile, "Only in this way can we attract more children from rich families and noble families to watch the game, and we can make more money." ”

As soon as Cheng Dazhi explained this, the people around him understood the truth, but at this time, their eyes when they looked at Cheng Dazhi also changed, because they found that Lang Jun of their family usually looked brainless, but he was really a sinister and ruthless character when he did things seriously!

Leaving the prison, Cheng Dazhi rode out of Chang'an City, because he also had to go to the valley outside the city to supervise the construction of the manor, and he could see from the mouth of the prince that the big manor outside the city was the place that the prince valued the most.

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Cheng Dazhi put a lot of effort into the gladiatorial arena competition, and his publicity in Chang'an City also played a certain role, especially the decision to watch it for free in the first three days, which made the people of Chang'an City very curious, what kind of gladiatorial competition is still charged for a glance and only free for three days?

Therefore, the people of Chang'an, who were too idle, began to inquire about each other, and slowly learned that Cheng Dazhi opened a gladiatorial arena, and the game they watched was a duel match.

Datang advocates force, so the people are very bloody in their bones, and they are all happy when they hear that Datang has such a competition.

"You know what? I heard that a gladiatorial arena was opened in the West Market, which was dedicated to letting two slaves duel to the death? ”

"Are you sure it's a slave and no one else?"

"Of course, if it's a commoner's son, who would dare to hold such a game?"

"No one cares how many slaves die, this game is good, I must go to see it."

"Watch it for free for the first three days, if you don't watch such a good thing, what else will you watch?"

The streets and alleys of Chang'an City are all discussing Cheng Dazhi's duel match.

The children of the rich and noble families who also lived in Chang'an City were even happier when they heard the news, the real duel competition, this is a hundred times better than the dog fighting competition! And next to the gladiatorial arena is the dog fighting ring, when you see the gladiatorial competition, you can also go to the dog fighting arena to fight a match, gamble a lot of money, how cool!

"Have you heard? Cheng Dazhi not only opened a dog ring and a polo field, but also opened a gladiatorial arena, bought a few slaves, and let the slaves fight each other on the stage, preparing to entertain the audience. ”

"And what's going on? He's too bold, isn't he? ”

"Actually, this is a good thing, because there will be winners and losers in duel matches, and there will be winners and losers, and I think the real purpose of his duel matches is to open the market with this."

"He wants to open a market? If he dares to open a gambling board, I will play with him and let the slaves duel to win or lose, this kind of bet is very exciting, I like it. ”

"That's right! I also think it's also very exciting, real people fighting, it's very good. ”

In the restaurant, many children of rich families and children of nobles are also talking about this matter. It's just that they must be ordinary people thinking deeper, they think not only of entertainment, but also of bets.