Prince Camerdos did not expect that the forbidden army team he sent to end Maximus's life would never be able to complete the mission; Far from the legion camp, in the mountains and forests, only a lonely soldier of the forbidden army remained.

Maximus, carrying a short sword, slowly walked towards the Forbidden Army, who were still on their horses and drinking leisurely, followed by the royal army; The short-lived forbidden army did not realize the coming of the crisis at all, and it was very good.

Getting closer, Maximus stood still and yelled at the Praetorian soldiers not far away: "Praetorian Army! ”

Wang Jun frowned, this is not scientific! Maximus, who was on foot, had to shake the forbidden army on horseback, how could such a tenacious approach happen to a battle-experienced general? Maximus once again flew the sword and soon solved the problem easily, so why bother going it alone? If the original plot develops, Maximus killed the other party well, but he was also injured, which somewhat affected the efficiency of his quick return home, this brainless screenwriter! Brain-dead director!

Wang Jun, who has been complaining constantly, clenched his short sword, watching the forbidden army rushing over with a sword on his horse and wavering his sword indifferently, but now he has no fear, and the protagonist Maximus, who has a bull's nose, is staying in front of the side!

The rushing forbidden army ignored the royal army and rushed directly towards Maximus; Wang Jun was dressed as a small soldier, short and thin, and the forbidden army never thought about how much of a threat he was; Maximus, on the other hand, stood by with his sword in both hands.

Wang Jun, who felt that he was being ignored, was angry, and the forbidden army who aimed at the war horse with all his strength threw the short sword in his hand fiercely.

Your uncle's! Don't even look at Lao Tzu, it's too much!

The forbidden army, who was originally going to fight against Maximus, did not expect Wang Jun to come with such a hand, and was directly hit in the chest, and the movement of swinging the sword froze. Wang Jun's fighting quality is very weak, Maximus can knock down the enemy by throwing a short sword, but Wang Jun can't; The short sword was a fluke that hit the Forbidden Army, but at that moment, the hilt of the sword just rotated to the front, not the tip of the sword...

In fact, the attack of the royal army only caused some pain to the forbidden army, and this was the result of the effect of relative speed.

Unlike Wang Jun, a rookie, Maximus has a lot of combat experience, and when he seized such a momentary opportunity, he jumped forward, and the blade of the sword smoothly slashed through his neck from the gap of the forbidden army, and quickly solved the last forbidden army; Because of the addition of Wang Jun, Maximus was unharmed.

"Isn't this a leak that picked me up?" Wang Jun was a little speechless.

"I'm going home, what about you?" Maximus turned sideways and asked Wang Jun.

"General, I'll follow you."

"Don't call me General, I'm a fugitive now; Wang Jun, you still call me Maximus! ”

"Okay, Maximus." Wang Jun doesn't care, he is just a traverser, and he is not a real soldier, what is there to taboo.

The morning sun sprinkled the winter land, and Maximus and Wang Jun galloped quickly on five horses; The woods, the wilderness, the Gobi, the scenery along the way was quite good, but the two tired people obviously didn't have the heart to appreciate it. Maximus was full of concern for the safety of his family and had a heavy heart; Wang Jun's toasted ass and the hot pain in his inner thighs made him have no time to care about anything else. Running long distances on horseback was simply a punishment for the inexperienced Wang Jun; Wang Jun swore that he had never suffered such a crime in his life, but he had no choice.

The anxious Maximus spent all his thoughts on the road, eating, drinking, and Lazar with great simplicity; The bitter Wang Jun almost couldn't help but tell Maximus that his family was finished and that he didn't need to be so desperate. However, Wang Jun knew in his heart that it was useless for him to say it, and Maximus would not believe it until he saw the results with his own eyes; Not only will they not believe it, but they may make Maximus mad and leave him alone to go home.

The habitual surname of the plot is incomparably strong, when the beautiful manor appears in front of you, and the smoke billows from the top of the hillside, where is Maximus's home; Wang Jun has seen the "Gladiator" movie very clearly, while Maximus's heart sank, and he galloped wildly. The exhausted Wang Jun could no longer run wildly, and the smell of horse meat in his mouth made him nauseous; Although they were painful and tired all the way, neither of them was hungry, and they killed horses and ate meat when there was no food. Looking at Maximus's back, Wang Jun sighed and rode his horse staggering into the manor; He now has no ability to fly into the sky, just an unqualified hoplite, and he can't help Maximus.

The top of the slope was in shambles, the wreckage of some buildings continued to burn, and the yellow weeds and shrubs on the hillside were set on fire, causing it to look black everywhere at a glance; The air was filled with smoke and the smell of roasted meat, and the ground was littered with several charred and curled up corpses. Maximus was kneeling in the ground digging a pit, and beside him were two charred corpses, one large and one small, which were Maximus's wife and children; Wang Jun didn't go over to help, just sat nearby and watched him silently.

Maximus, who was emaciated, fell asleep at the grave of his wife and children; The exhausted Wang Jun cheered up and looked around vigilantly, he didn't want to be arrested as a gladiator with Maximus. The tired and painful body did not last long, and when the noon sun warmly sprinkled on the hillside, the dazed Wang Jun finally fell asleep.

When Wang Jun opened his eyes again, he saw the ground moving in front of him, and he was lying on his stomach, and there seemed to be a palm caressing his buttocks and thighs......

"Ahh Wang Jun screamed in fright, your sister! Lao Tzu can't be "comrade"!

Wang Jun had goosebumps all over his body, and he stood up suddenly with both hands.

"Bang!" "Oh!"

In a wooden cage set up on a carriage, the aggrieved Wang Jun held his head and shouted, and Maximus sat behind and looked at him speechlessly;

The black-haired Numidi comforted Wang Jun beside him: "Your thighs and buttocks are bruised, I just gave you medicine; Well, these abrasions heal quickly. ”

"Whew!" The coyote in the upper cage was very suitable for the situation, and screamed, glaring at the three people under the wooden frame with fierce eyes.

The arms can't twist the thighs, and under the powerful habitual surnames of the plot, Wang Jun and Maximus become the goods of the slave traders; There are also changes, in the original plot, it was the Numidi who treated Maximus's wounds, but now it has changed to treat Wang Jun's battered ass and inner thighs, of course, only this change.

There was no difference between Wang Jun and the beasts in the cage, so he stayed with Maximus and the Numidi in a wooden cage 1.2 meters high, 2.3 meters long, and 1.2 meters wide.

Wood has human rights! Wang Jun wanted to cry without tears; He had wanted to lash out at the people outside the cage, but the Numidi told him that he would be fed to a lion if he did. Looking at the lions walking back and forth in the wooden cage in the carriage behind, Wang Jun wisely remained silent.

A few days later, the group reached the Roman territory of Zucaba, and the slaves and beasts carried by the convoy were sold to Pasimon, who ran the gladiator business, and the royal army fell from the bitter sea into hell.

The dry land was covered with dust, the rudimentary training ground was surrounded by strong men with weapons in hand, newly bought slaves stood in a row, and a few black handymen were disinfecting Wang Jun and other slaves. In front of Wang Jun were two tall wooden fences, on which were supported two almost naked men, who seemed to have few breaths to live; A decomposing corpse lay there on the front left wall, and several vultures fluttered and pecked at rotten flesh; There's a larger wooden cage on the front right, and a handyman is feeding the lion, well, that food looks like a human thigh.

"I'm Pasimon!"

Dressed in a gray turban and a dark blue robe, Pasimon slowly walked into the training ground.

"I paid to profit from your deaths. …… Gladiators, I salute you. ”

As Passimon's presentation ended, the quality assessment of the newcomers began.

There were other gladiators training in the venue, and Wang Jun glanced a few times, just in time to see an unlucky man with a shield being thrown to the ground by a javelin; If he had a choice, Wang Jun would have preferred to stay in that low wooden cage and accompany Maximus all the way to Rome, where he would have suffered but not in danger of his life.

The person in charge of the sparring evaluation is a tall and strong Erman man, who is 1.93 meters tall, standing in front of the 1.73-meter Wang Jun, like an adult bullying a child. The black Numidi were marked red, and Wang Jun knew that it meant to evaluate excellence, while Maximus did not accept the sparring, and retreated after resisting the wooden sword a few times, and now, it was Wang Jun's turn.

Looking at the strong body of the German, Wang Jun didn't want to be slashed by his wooden sword a few times, he didn't have the constitution of Maximus; Playing a surname depends on the background and the place.

Before going on the field, Wang Jun called out his surname and looked at it.

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Host: Jun Wang

Own surname:

+ Strength: 3 (5 for the average strong man)

+Dexterity: 9 (5 for a normal strong man)

+ Spirit: 4 (5 for ordinary strong men)

+ Constitution: 8 (5 for ordinary strong men)

Unallocated points: 0

How to use: It can be used by meditating in your heart

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The situation is obvious, Wang Jun can only bet that the Germans on the opposite side are not as agile as himself; If you don't behave well, your clothes will be marked yellow, which is not good.

Seeing Wang Jun on the field, the Erman people stepped forward very casually, and the wooden sword slashed at Wang Jun diagonally from top to bottom, bringing a gentle scream. Wang Jun didn't choose to block, and jumped directly to the left; With just 3 points of strength, it would be hellish to be able to stop this big bear-like man. As Wang Jun had predicted, the Erman was far inferior to his strength, and the successive slashes were dodged by Wang Jun; To the bystanders, the scene was comical, with the skinny royal army scurrying around like monkeys, while the Erman people wielded wooden swords like big stupid bears and slashed the air everywhere.

Wang Jun's strategy is right, the strength of the Germans has reached 12 points, which is 1 point higher than Maximus, if you choose a grid, Wang Jun is estimated to not even be able to carry it; The Ilmans, on the other hand, had only 6 points of agility, which was only 1 point higher than that of the average middle-aged man, and 7 points lower than the average of the Roman hoplites.

Relying on the agility that is 50% higher than the opponent's, although Wang Jun's fighting skills are very bad, he is still active on the field without danger; Pasimon sat on the chair and squinted at the lively Wang Jun, and then turned his gaze to Maximus, who was probably a deserter, and it was really interesting.

After adapting to the rhythm of the Erman attack, Wang Jun seized the opportunity of the opponent's powerful slash, quickly slashed the arm of the Erman sword with his wooden sword, and then quickly took two steps back; Pasimon and Maximus on the sidelines smiled in unison, although because of the lack of strength of the royal army, the wooden sword of the Erman people did not take off, but if it was a real sword, the Erman people must have been injured. Attacking the enemy's shortcomings with his own strengths, Wang Jun's combat awareness is still good, which is much more difficult to cultivate than combat skills.

"Alright, that's it." Pasimon stopped the sparring and gave Wang Jun a red mark as he wished.

Wang Jun walked silently into the shadows of the corner, and Maximus said softly: "Not bad! ”

Today is Wang Jun's luck, because he did not become a cannon fodder gladiator, which means that he does not have to become a victim of gladiator training; And today is also Wang Jun's bad luck, because he has become a red gladiator, and he will fight to the death in the gladiatorial arena in the future.

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