Lan Ya struggled to squeeze out a smile and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?" ”

The little boy pursed his cute little lips and muttered, "I can't tell you now, but when we are all out, I will not only tell you my name, but I will also teach you to write my name!" ”

Lan Ya shaved the little boy's little nose and asked, "Then what do I call you now?" Didn't you tell 'hey'? ”

The little boy rolled his eyes, looked at the fire in the middle, and said, "You call me 'fire'!" ”

The proud little appearance, like a newly blooming sunflower, is bright and shining.

Lan Ya smiled: "Okay, 'fire', you can call me 'water'!" ”

'Fire' jumped up like a little rabbit and screamed: "You lied to me, I heard Brother Cheng call you 'Lan Ya', I will call you 'Tooth' in the future!" ”

After speaking, he playfully took a bite of the little tiger teeth.

It is not the affectionate name "Ya'er" by Hai and other relatives, but the "teeth" of "teeth", Lan Ya feels that she has been scorched on the outside and tender on the inside by the small "fire".

Song Yu asked the little boy to fetch some water for Lan Ya to drink, looked at Lan Ya eagerly and said, "Brother Cheng has a calm face all day long, I don't dare to ask him, so I have to ask for help from you, girl." ”

Lan Ya's look of surprise flashed, and Song Yu smiled bitterly: "Brother Cheng's trick can bluff the Yuri people, but it can't hide it from me, who is doing business." Brother Cheng cherishes you as if you were your life, and will listen to you. My body is gradually dilapidated, and tomorrow I will not escape a battle, and after I die, please protect the girl with all her might. ”

looked at the little boy who stumbled back softly, revealing a kind of reluctance and distress.

Lan Ya was just about to open her mouth, but Song Yu tried to pull out a bitter smile and said, "The girl doesn't have to answer me, it's good to let me leave a trace of thought." ”

Lan Ya was stunned, the man may also understand that in this chaos, who can protect who is thorough, he said this, maybe just to let himself have a hope in his heart, a comfort, this is a real father's love.

The fur curtains of the tent were lifted, and a group of men and women were driven in like chickens, and the children in the tent flew over, with joy and joy after survival, and sadness and despair after death.

The tent was filled with the smell of muddy water, blood, and foul odor.

Cheng Saburo pursed his lips tightly, his arms were red, and the wound rolled like a child's mouth, like animal bite marks, canine fangs, and blood gushed out.

Cheng Saburo came to Lan Ya's side, saw that Lan Ya had woken up, and said with a cold face: "Are you awake?" ”

Lan Ya nodded silently, looking at Cheng Saburo's bloody arm worriedly.

Cheng Saburo smiled disapprovingly: "This is nothing, it is far worse than when Lao Tzu went up the mountain to fight wolves alone, when I was seven days and seven nights without eating, drinking, or sleeping, and now it is a big steamed bun that can be made vigorously, and it is also used to treat injuries." ”

After a while, a man with cheeks walked in outside the tent, walked directly in front of Cheng Saburo, looked at his injured arm with disdain, and scolded him in stiff Chinese: "Three wins in seven games, tomorrow is the last battle, heal the injury, and you don't have to come back if you lose; If you win, the leader will be happy, and you may be a slave in front of the tent. ”

Throwing a small wooden box in front of Cheng Saburo's leg, he walked out of the tent without even looking at the other injured slaves.

Cheng Saburo sat down cross-legged, stretched out his big fan-like hand, put Lan Ya's ankle on his lap, opened the wooden box, smeared a big finger of medicine, and gently rubbed it on Lan Ya's ankle.

Lan Ya didn't pull back, her ankle hurt, and she couldn't help but say angrily: "You are so badly injured, what are you doing to apply medicine to me?" ”

The little boy was busy holding down the struggling Lan Ya, the little tiger teeth were exposed, and he smiled brightly: "Little brother, Brother Cheng has been injured every day for the past few days, and all the injuries on your body have been smeared with medicine, and my father secretly told me that Brother Cheng was injured on purpose, in order to give you medicine." ”

Lan Ya suddenly stood still as if she had been electrocuted, and let Cheng Saburo give herself medicine round and round.

Wiped the ankles, wiped the arms, and finally the scratches on the forehead, until all the ointment was consumed.

After dealing with Lan Ya's wound, Cheng Saburo walked to the fire disappreciatively, moved the fire, grabbed a handful of plant ash from it, and pressed it down on the wound.

Lan Ya pulled out a dark blue handkerchief from her arms and silently wrapped Cheng Saburo's arm.

The meal was ready, Cheng Saburo was really the one who was impressed by Yu Mudun, unlike other slaves, he was given four big white steamed buns, and Lan Ya also borrowed one.

Tearing the steamed bun and eating it in your mouth, you can't taste it.

Tasteless raised his eyes, and saw the little boy's eyes looking at the steamed bun in his hand for a moment, Lan Ya smiled and tore off half of it, handed it to the little boy and said, "I can't eat so much, you eat half of it." ”

The little boy shook his head and said: "I can't eat, Daddy said, only if your illness is cured, can the eldest brother be relieved to go to the gladiatorial arena to fight, only if the Yuri tribe wins, all of us can have hope of living, I, can't eat." ”

Lan Ya's eyes couldn't help but be astringent, and she raised her eyes to look at the dozens of remaining slaves around her, there was a kind of numbness in their eyes, and in the numbness, there seemed to be a little bit of hope, flickering and extinguishing, but burning unyieldingly.

Lan Ya swallowed the steamed bun hard, and did not refuse the second steamed bun handed to her by Cheng Saburo, she, to recover, she, to be strong, she to bring them hope for life, even if it is just a little more chance of winning.

At night, Cheng Saburo put Lan Ya in the corner and tied the two wrists tightly together with his belt, Lan Ya couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Surrounded by the Yuri people, do you think I can escape?" ”

Cheng Saburo shook his head, lay down like a small tower, blocked the cold wind whistling in the tent curtain, and was silent for a long time, when Lan Ya thought that he would not explain again, only to hear the man silently replied: "If you can run out alone, I will thank the Buddha." I'm just scared of them, saying I don't pay attention to dragging you out. ”

Lan Ya tried to ignore the emotion in her heart, but her throat was still choked.

On the second day, after breakfast, all the slaves were driven into a big cage, Cheng Saburo wanted to refuse to fight, Lan Ya shook his head, took Cheng Saburo's hand and said: "Put aside personal grievances, today, we fight side by side." ”

Looking at the interlocking fingers, Cheng Saburo still had a kind of pride and ambition, and there was countless strength in his body.

More than 300 slaves were arranged in a field, wearing vests with three different symbols, each holding a corner, Song Yuhong looked at the two people of the Benha tribe, and turned his back.

Lan Ya didn't know why, Cheng Saburo sighed and explained: "There are two cousins of Song Yu among the slaves of the Benha tribe, and in today's battle, I'm afraid that only one party can get out of this gladiatorial arena alive." ”

Lan Ya's heart was sour, she had never felt as helpless as she did today.

The long whips, daggers, and hidden weapons on his body were all lost in Cheng Saburo's fight, and the slaves were not equipped with weapons, so they all relied on fighting to see who had the perseverance to persevere to the end.

The gladiatorial arena is to dig a deep pit more than five meters deep in the ground, vertically up and down, around the top of the pit, the soldiers of the three tribes are full of bows ready to shoot, and it is even more difficult to escape by their own strength.

There are no weapon advantages and geographical advantages, Lan Ya looked around, saw a sharp stone on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and grabbed it in the palm of his hand.

The beast cage was slowly opened, and hundreds of coyotes rushed out, with a greedy and deep gaze in their eyes, forming a strong momentum with the three teams of centaurs.

Lan Ya's eyes were full of color, and he said to Cheng Saburo: "Take defense as the attack, surrounded by the old, the young, the sick and the disabled, and the able-bodied people will be combined into two groups according to their strength and weakness, and they will take turns to guard the outer layer and fight back in turn."

Cheng Saburo nodded, and quickly divided the people into two teams, one team guarded the periphery, and the other team served as a backup, at any time to avoid the circle being broken and defeated.

Seeing that the Yuri tribe was like this, the slaves of the Zamu and Benha tribes did the same, and they also tightened the encirclement, and dealt with the attack of the wolves first.

The coyotes walked lazily, then slowly reached out to the vigilant slaves, and one could even smell the stench of their saliva overflowing.

As the coyotes roared, the wolves began to attack, some biting off the man's thigh at once, and some biting off half of the woman's cheek, and the flesh and blood were overwhelming, and it was unbearable.

Lan Ya hidden in the crowd, to the wolves to hit the stone, more than half a year of practice, the stone hit very accurate, straight to the eyes of the coyote, with the help of Lan Ya, the slaves of the Yuri tribe became happy, excited, with all their strength into the battle, the coyote group was repulsed one after another.

The coyotes also have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid evil, seeing that the Yuri tribe has not been able to attack for a long time, while the coyotes that attack the other two tribes have won and lost each other, and they are filled with blood.

The coyotes in front of the Yuri Department began to move to the other two tribes, and Lan Ya couldn't bear to look at each other, so she closed her eyes in pain and covered her eyes.

A piece of flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the two tribes soon broke up, and the slaves began to frantically flock to the Yuri tribe, either simply seeking refuge or frantically pulling a cushion.

Yuri became nervous and fought with the man and the wolf.

Lan Ya couldn't bear to kill each other, but when he saw that his crowd fell like wheat, he also put away his unbearable heart, smashed the stone in his hand, and hit the crowd outside.

But he still couldn't bear to kill them all, and instead of hitting them in the eye like wolves, he hit them in the abdomen or arm, hoping to scare them away.

When a man is about to die, his power becomes enormous, and the crowd goes forward one after the other, like waves of the sea, and another wave rushes back.

The stone in Lan Ya's hand ran out, protecting Yizhuo behind Cheng Saburo. A man bit the enemy's arm and was choked by the enemy, the man looked at Song Yu in the Yuri tribe expectantly, and shouted hoarsely: "Big brother, save me!" ”

Song Yu held back the tears in his eyes, looked at the man looking at him expectantly, and finally took a deep breath and punched the slave who was choking the man.

The man who asked for help staggered to his feet, spit out a piece of flesh and blood from his mouth, glanced at Song Yu with sad eyes, and muttered, "I'm sorry." ”

Immediately, the man and another slave from the Benha department dragged Song Yu into the surging crowd, and Song Yu was covered by the sea of people and crushed into a puddle of flesh and blood.

Yizhuo screamed: "Dad!! ”

The small body broke away from Lan Ya's embrace and rushed towards the crowd, and the small fist hit Uncle Tang one by one.

With tears in his eyes, Uncle Cousin stepped aside and let another slave from the Benha tribe grab Yizhuo and raise it above his head.

Yizhuo's eyes couldn't help but close in despair.