Chapter 285: Three Basement Floors

The standard equipment of the Praetorian Legionnaires is actually very simple, with a bronze helmet, a bronze vest cuirass, brown leather shoulder pads, a brown leather skirt, brown mid-length leather boots, and brown leather bracers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe bronze helmet, in particular, is an antique style, shoulder-length flat cylindrical shape, and the front is a T-shaped void that exposes the eyes, nose and mouth.

It is said that there is only one copper mine in the Haneyabada Islands, and the pirates did not find iron ore after establishing the kingdom, coupled with the embargo on mineral resources imposed by the coastal countries on the Haneabada Kingdom, so that the second king Luther I could not provide metal armor when he formed the Royal Praetorian Legion, and finally someone came up with the idea of casting helmets and cuirasses in bronze, barely so that the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard Corps had standard equipment.

Decades have passed, and the Praetorian Guard Legion has not encountered any major battles, at most it suppresses the resistance of the slaves and puts on a show during the celebration, so even if the current Haneyabada Kingdom has the ability to change the equipment of the Praetorian Legion, but considering the cost of the cost, it will be all over in the end, anyway, this set of equipment is old enough, just so that future generations can respect the traditions left by their predecessors.

Stam led Lorist through the dimly lit passages, like two soldiers on patrol.

Lorist held a semicircular bronze shield in his left hand and a bronze spear in his right hand, which was also the standard weapon of the Praetorian Legionnaires. Stam wore a bronze cuirass without a helmet and a sword by his side, explaining that he was a veteran, so he didn't have to be fully equipped and always had a shield and spear.

There were two torches stuck in the wall of the entrance to the passage in front, and two guards with spears and shields stood below, and when they saw Stam and Lorist coming, one of them was very strange: "Hey, Brother Stam, aren't you going back to rest? Why are you coming here again......"

Stam angrily stretched out his hand and pointed to the zenith above: "That bastard said that there are few people tonight, and you should pay special attention to safety, and ask me to temporarily increase my duty and make another round......"

The two soldiers giggled, and the soldier who spoke just now shook his head: "Our squadron leader is targeting you more and more, Brother Stam, or you should go to another squadron." ”

Stamm replied vaguely: "Besides, if I go to another squadron, I will have to be a small soldier again for a few years......"

Turning the passage, two rows of iron fences appeared in front of them, and there were four soldiers on duty in the middle. However, with Stam leading, the two were unimpeded. After passing through the two rows of iron fences, Lorist found that there was a staircase leading to the ground in front of him.

Descending this staircase, there are two rows of iron fences and four guards in front of it. Stam used the excuse of being forced to patrol from above, and led Lorist through. In front of him was a square-like underground space, and Stam explained softly to Lorist that this was the basement level, where the slave servants who worked in the gladiatorial arena and the female slaves who rewarded the slave gladiators lived, and the next two floors were where the slave gladiators were held.

Lorist grabbed Stam and pretended to be nervous and asked, "What's the matter? Why is our young master imprisoned here?"

Stam shrugged his shoulders: "I can't help it, who told your young master to hate the Benag Great Swordsman, he was originally imprisoned above, and in the evening, the people from your Chamber of Commerce came to inquire, and the Benag Great Swordsman ordered him to be escorted to the bottom layer to make him suffer, or I took someone to escort him." ”

After passing through the square on the first basement floor, there are two rows of large iron fences and four guards in front, and after passing through the stairs on the second basement floor, there are also two rows of large iron fences and four guard soldiers. However, the second basement floor is different from the basement one, here are all small rooms separated by bluestone, in front of the small rooms are a row of fist-thick iron fences, some rooms are empty, some rooms can be faintly seen by the light of the torches on the wall of the passage, there is a black figure sitting or lying inside, they are all slave gladiators.

A dozen heavily armed guards came out of the passage in a bluestone compartment, and one of the soldiers at the head saw Stam stunned for a moment, and came over to ask Stam the same question.

Stam pointed to his head and complained, and the soldiers laughed, and the rest of the soldiers laughed and counted Stam's bad luck.

Stam said, "Alright, brother, I'm unlucky, now I'll go down a lap and finish my errand, and I'll have to go back to sleep." Why don't you go down with me and make rounds. ”

The soldier at the head shook his head: "Go down by yourselves, we just came up." By the way, the Great Sword Master Benag is also down there, so be careful not to provoke him. ”

"Huh?" Stam was stunned: "Why is the Great Sword Master of Benag still here so late?"

"It's not just for the kid who came to practice swords, I heard that someone came to look for him today, and the great swordsman Benag may be in a hurry, so he has to force that kid to apprentice at night. Said the head soldier.

Stam looked at Lolister, who nodded slightly. Stam said, "Forget it, it's none of my business, I'm just going to finish my rounds, and I shouldn't have seen anything else." ”

Arriving at the third basement floor, Lorist found that the space was much smaller than the second basement floor, and Stam explained: "The three floors of the gladiatorial arena are the most dangerous, or the most unruly slave gladiators, and this place is the most unguarded and the most strictly guarded. Brother, I didn't know that the Great Sword Master Benag would still be here at night, if you have the opportunity, let this young master of your family accept defeat first, and save his life first.

One of the two great swordsmen in our gladiatorial arena, Benag is a stranger, money-hungry, lustful, murderous, and small-minded. Once, our original captain had an argument with him for some reason, and he actually tortured and killed nearly 100 slave gladiators in one go, but these slave gladiators intended to riot, so that our original captain was charged with poor supervision and sent to the city defense brigade.

So when you see the great swordsman Benag, you must not have any impulses, otherwise my brother will have the life to take you in, but he will not have the life to take you out. In case something happens to your family's young master, you should hold back first, send the news back to your family, and let your family send a few great swordsmen, and then you can propose to His Majesty the King to have a duel with the Benag great swordsman, that is the real solution to the problem. Do you understand what I mean?"

Lorist nodded. Stamm was relieved to lead him forward.

By the light of the torches on the stone wall of the passage, Lorist saw the black hemp rope on top of the corner. The right hand handed the spear to the left hand holding the bronze shield, a few steps behind, the right hand wiped on the waist, a three-edged thorn fell into the hand, and the internal force was instilled into the three-edged thorn, and the right hand flicked slightly, the three-edged thorn flew out, and the black hemp rope on the top of the corner of the wall was nailed to the stone wall silently......

Snatching back the spear in his right hand, he took a few steps faster on his feet and caught up with Stam again. Stam didn't know anything about the little moves Lorist was doing, and the main reason was that they were too fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

This is the fifth triangular thorn nailed to black hemp rope. Originally, Lorist didn't understand what the black hemp rope was for. It was only when I went down to the first floor and passed through the two rows of iron fences under the staircase that I found that the small bronze bell for warning hung on the hemp rope hanging at the top of the corner of the wall.

Regardless of the accident on that floor, the guards in the two rows of iron fences only need to pull a leash that hangs down, and the small brass bells will ring and pass all the way to the top, and the guards who have received the alarm bell above will be on guard, and wait for the reinforcements of the guards to come down to suppress or relieve those accidents.

Stam was right, the third basement floor was indeed the most heavily guarded place, in addition to the two rows of iron fences and four guards at the entrance of the staircase, there were two rows of iron fences and four guards at the corner of the front passage. After passing through this pass, you can see the light of torches not far away and hear faint voices......

The structure of the third basement floor is very different from the second basement floor, at least the middle avenue of the two rows of bluestone cells is very wide, and there are a few square columns. The light in front was the light of two torches stuck in the pillar in the middle of the passage, and when you got closer, you could hear a gruff voice laughing at something......

"Who?" a shrill voice rang out, apparently hearing the footsteps of Stam and Lorlist.

"Dear Benag Grand Swordsman, I'm Stam, and we're on patrol on the orders of the squadron leader. Stam stood still, bowing respectfully to the front, and Lorist saluted as he moved.

"What's the matter with Pabera, is it necessary to patrol so diligently?" the shrill voice snorted discontentedly.

Pabera was the name of the squadron leader that Stam resented.

"Lord Benag, I don't understand why the squadron leader asked us to come on patrol, but the squadron leader said that the guards must be stricter today, because the brigade is on the march, and we have two squads here, so everyone has to be vigilant......" Stam said.

"Forget it, you two come here, just do me a favor......" the shrill voice said.

Stam walked over with Lorliste.

Lorist felt a little more agitated with every step he took, because by the light of the torches, he found that most of the bluestone cells on both sides were held by his family's soldiers and guards, some of whom could not be named, but they were very familiar......

When he got to the brightest place of the torches, Lorist saw not only El, but also several knights of the family, such as Fat Man, Jim, Teucer, and Klimbo......

Shi Fatzi *naked* was shirtless, wearing a pair of tattered shorts, his originally somewhat fat body had become strong, with bloodstained whip marks on it, and his hands and feet were covered with black handcuffs and anklets. He was sitting cross-legged in front of the thick iron fence gate, his angry eyes staring at a gorgeously dressed old man standing in the middle of the aisle.

Jim's cell was next to Fat Shi, but Jim's body was wrapped in dirty bandages, and his expression was a little sluggish, probably because his injuries were not healed, and in the distance were Teucer, as well as Climbo and others......

El was in the cell on the inside of Shi Fatzi, but El was still dressed and didn't have handcuffs or anklets on him, so he half-leaned against the bluestone wall, ignoring the gorgeously dressed old man standing in the hallway.

Lorist looked at the old man, the great swordsman of Beg, and the face of the great swordsman of Begg looked extremely hideous under the light of the fire.

"Boy, give you another chance, as long as you sign this agreement, press your handprint, worship me as a teacher, I promise to promote you to the gold rank within three years, otherwise you don't want to go out of the gladiatorial arena......" A sharp and piercing voice sounded.

El spat on the ground, not even glancing at the Great Swordsman Benag.

"Hahaha, the little guy is doing well, this big mouse wants you to worship him as a teacher, it's really a dream, and he will be promoted to the gold rank for three years, and you will be promoted without him teaching for two years, and he also charges two thousand gold fords for tuition every year, it's really crazy to think about money in the eyes of money!" The rough voice sounded behind the Great Sword Master Benag again.

Well, the Great Swordsman of Benag has rat-eyed eyes, and he looks a bit like a big mouse.

Lorist turned his head to look, only to see five or six slave gladiators standing in front of the door of the row of cells opposite, giggling and laughing at the great swordsman of Benag, their chains were much thicker and heavier than those on Fat Smith's.

Benag's face was pale, but when the sarcastic words of the slave gladiators behind him did not exist, he spoke to Er: "Boy, you don't know how to lift, do you? Very good, I will release these **** who are good friends with you, and kill them one by one in front of you, see if you agree!"

Lorlist's eyes froze, because the direction of the Benag Great Swordsman's finger was the cell of Fat Man and Jim.

A voice behind him scolded angrily: "Big mouse, you are a great swordsman in vain, but you are only looking for a silver-level black iron rank, and you have to be shameless!

The Great Swordsman of Benag was furious, turned around and scolded: "It's your, do you want to be beaten?"

The slave gladiators on the other side burst into laughter: "Yes, we want to be beaten, big rat, you come in and beat us!"

The Great Swordsman of Benag was so angry that his face was red and white, but he couldn't speak, and he turned around and poured his anger on Stam and Lorlist, who were standing here: "Didn't you two hear what I said, why don't you go to the guards and get the keys to these cells......"

As soon as Stam pulled Lorist around, he walked back: "Yes, go right away." ”

After walking for a while, Stam said, "The two of us are unlucky, and the great sword master of Benag is going to torture and kill a few slaves in the evening, and the gladiators are angry, and we will have to clean up after a while, and it will be disgusting." ”

Lorist asked curiously: "Who are those people who are laughing at the Benag Great Swordsman behind their backs, why don't the Benag Great Swordsmen take out their anger at them?"

"Hehe, that big mouse doesn't dare, oh, it's wrong, it's Benag Great Swordsman who doesn't dare, those are all gold-level slave gladiators, the first to speak out is a great swordsman, called Xiusi, he is a legend of our gladiatorial arena, he has become a slave gladiator since the silver rank, seventeen years in the gladiatorial arena life and death struggle was promoted to the great swordsman, once the royal family wanted to recruit him but he refused, and now he is still in the gladiatorial arena It is said that the third-level great swordsman of the royal family used him as a training stone for his own promotion to the sword master...... Stam said.

"No, except for the one named Theseus, aren't the rest of the Gold-Rank slave gladiators?, why didn't the Great Swordsman of Benag dare teach them a lesson?" asked Lorlist.

Stam scoffed: "Hehe, does he dare? The first time the Benag Great Swordsman wanted to teach a gold-rank gladiator, but he was seriously injured, and although he was saved, his right ear was bitten off by the gold-level slave gladiator. In terms of swordsmanship, perhaps the Benag Great Swordsman has the upper hand, but in the life-and-death struggle, the Benag Great Swordsman is not an opponent. Therefore, from now on, the Great Swordsman of Benag only dared to trouble the slave gladiators of the Silver and Black Iron Ranks......"

As they spoke, the two of them had reached the two rows of iron fence guards at the entrance of the passage, and Stam said that the four guards had given the keys to Stam with sympathy, and pretended that they would stick to their posts and not leave.

"Isn't it just that I'm afraid I'm going to ask them to clean up? Stam grumbled and took the key and led Lorist back, soon back to his cell.

"Go, open those three cells for me, and pull those **** out for me. The Great Swordsman Benag pointed to the cells of Fat Smith, Jim and Teucer. He turned to look at El again: "Boy, I'll show you again, how to practice swords, it's not like you are a soft fight." You'll soon understand what it means to be critical and kill with one hit, and after I demonstrate it, you'll know that only by worshipping me as a teacher will you make great progress in swordsmanship. ”

"Haha, it's better to learn swordsmanship from you than to learn how to make holes with mice, that's your housekeeping skill......" Behind him came the mockery of the slave gladiators.

The Great Swordsman Benag took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned to look at Stam and Lorlist: "What's the matter with you......?

Stam shuddered and pointed to Shi Fatzi's cell: "Last time, last time, Lord Steward, didn't you say that the identities of these slave gladiators were not ordinary, do you want to investigate clearly? Lord Benag, you will pull them out and close, is it appropriate?"

"Investigate the fart!" "Benag Great Swordsman erupted: "Anyway, in a few days, they will go to the gladiatorial arena and die in the sacrifice of His Majesty the King of War, what does it matter if they die a few days early, don't do what I say!"

"Okay, okay" Stamm pulled Lorist down, and the two of them walked towards the cell.

...... (To be continued.) )