Chapter 289: Conspiracy

Allowed to enter but not allowed to leave, this is the strategy that Lorist set with the great swordsman Xiusi, Shi Fatzi and others when he left the gladiatorial arena of the royal city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Lorist is not very demanding, as long as he can drag on quietly for two days, one is to restore the strength and spirit of all the slave gladiators who have been freed, and the other is to see if he can find a way to get a batch of weapons and equipment to arm all the slave gladiators.

There are now more than 1,600 slave gladiators in the Colosseum of Wangcheng, plus those slave servants and female slaves, there are already more than 2,000, but after searching the entire gladiatorial arena, there are only more than 400 pieces of weapons and equipment found, which are basically captured from those Praetorian Legion soldiers and gladiator instructors. Except for the knights and soldiers of the Norton family such as Shi Fatzi, that is, the great swordsman Xius and more than a hundred slave gladiators, who were equipped with weapons, the remaining more than a thousand were all bare-handed.

The purpose of Lorist leaving the gladiatorial arena and sneaking back to the Flame and Blood Tavern was to see if he could get some weapons and equipment from the periphery, and most of the more than a thousand slave gladiators had awakened their fighting spirit, and if they were all armed, they would be a lot of combat power. In Lorist's heart, there was a faint feeling that maybe these slave gladiators could play a big role in the battle to conquer the royal city, but he hadn't thought of a way yet.

El Shi Ran returned to the Flame and Blood Tavern at noon, and asked him curiously about the tavern owner, and he replied embarrassedly, he accidentally sprained his ankle when he went to the gladiatorial arena to practice swords two days ago, but fortunately, there was a gladiator who taught massage techniques, so he stayed there for two days, and as a result, the guards of the Praetorian Guard who changed shifts did not know and caused a misunderstanding. In the morning, when he went out of the room to go shopping, he got the news from the guards that the Chamber of Commerce had sent someone to look for him, so he rushed back.

After satisfying the tavernkeeper's curiosity, El pulled Lorist to sit in the corner and asked for some food and drinks, and chatted while eating. What El brought back was Shi Fatzi's statistics. After inspecting all the supplies in the arena, Shi Fatzi and his men found that there was a lack of potions, weapons, and food. Now that the kingdom of Haneyabada is at war, the Praetorian Legion has gone on a campaign, and although the number of guards in the gladiatorial arena has been reduced, the guards against the slave gladiators are still very severe.

In addition to the lack of weapons and equipment, there is not even much grain reserve left, which is only enough for more than 2,000 people for three days, cooking porridge for two meals a day, and most of it is still moldy old wheat. If you hadn't found a reserve granary for guards and training in the dormitory on the side of the gladiator training, you might have to run out of food today. But there is not much good grain in that reserve granary, and if you eat and drink too much, it will be gone tomorrow. In addition, there is a shortage of healing potions, and there are two or three hundred slave gladiators who are injured, and Shi Fatzi hopes to get a batch of healing potions.

Lorist rubbed his head and felt a headache, this is Hamidas, the enemy's royal city, even if he gets a large amount of food and weapons and equipment, it is impossible to swagger into the gladiatorial arena, not to mention anything else, the camp of the Praetorian Guard in front of the gladiatorial arena is an insurmountable pass. Although the Praetorian Guard Legion has already set out to fight, there are nearly 20,000 people in the so-called Snow Shame Legion that is ready to be formed there, even if most of them are drunkards, but there are also many fine people, as long as there is a little bit of stuffing, then more than 2,000 people in the gladiatorial arena will have to be trapped in underground cells, and they will not be able to run without food and weapons.

"My lord, how about we have a raid in the evening?" El whispered, "I passed by the Praetorian Legion camp in front of me when I returned, and found that the defense was very lax, and I went in and walked around, the granary and arsenal in this camp are in the back, and there is only a wall from the gladiatorial arena. If we take them by surprise at night, we can have a period of time to let us move out of their granaries and arsenals......"

Lorist shook his head: "It's not going to be as simple as you think, you forgot that the more than 1,300 slave gladiators are not the well-trained soldiers of our family who can obey orders. If you take them on a surprise attack, chances are they'll kill Red-Eye, ignoring orders until they're exhausted and overwhelmed by an enemy who arrives or comes to their senses. For these slave gladiators, the hatred buried in their hearts is a volcano, and there is an unforgettable hatred for the people of this royal city, and once it erupts, it will either destroy the enemy or destroy themselves......"

El was speechless, he knew that Lorist was right, and when he left the arena in the morning, he heard some slave gladiators shouting, asking them to give them a weapon to kill, killing one is enough to kill two and earn one. If it weren't for the powerful bullets of the Great Swordsman Xiusi and those gold-rank slave gladiators, maybe those slave gladiators who wanted to take revenge would have rushed up to snatch the weapons in the hands of the family soldiers.

"Ah, El are you back?" a cheerful voice rang out, and it turned out that Targer had woken up and descended the stairs, and was very happy to see El and Lorist sitting together.

"Those bastards drank until midnight, and I vomited twice, and I'......m still dizzy," Targar grumbled as he walked over and sat down, and called for the tavernkeeper to fill his stomach with something.

"My lord, have you found the Sridder Knights?" asked Tagger softly, his eyes flashing with shrewdness as he seemed to be hungover, and he was also concerned about Lorlist's harvest from his night visit to the Colosseum last night.

Lorist bowed slightly, and waited for the tavern maid to leave with the food Tagger had asked for before he whispered a brief account of the previous night's sneak into the Colosseum. At first, it was nothing, but when he heard Lorist say that he had helped the slave gladiators occupy the entire Colosseum, Tagger, who was holding a glass of ale, sprayed directly......

"Great, my lord, you've always acted like this...... Targar sighed.

"Unexpected fart, now I have a headache to death, I don't know what to do next, although more than a thousand more slave gladiators can allow us to increase a force to siege the city, but the current problem is how to preserve and hide this combat force, delay until the time when the family forces attack the royal city. Lorist slammed his fist on the head, saying he couldn't think of anything he could do.

El was next to him and described the current plight faced by the slave gladiators in the Lower Gladiatorial Arena.

Targar pondered and said, "My lord, do you want to keep these slave gladiators in the royal city, and when the family forces attack the city, they will become surprise soldiers, and become a dagger to penetrate the heart of the enemy, and conquer this royal city, right?"

Lorist nodded.

"But the problem at the moment is that the gladiatorial arena lacks food, weapons and supplies, and even if we get these things, we can't transport them openly, right? So El was right, we wanted to get these supplies but to raid the camp of the Disgrace Legion in front. “

Targar turned his bronze glass and frowned, saying, "Your Excellency, you have forgotten a very important piece of information. Didn't that Dre say yesterday that when the formation of the Snow Shame Legion was completed, that Luther III was going to hold a grand gladiatorial performance, so that all the slave gladiators would be divided into two factions to fight to the death as a sacrifice to beg for victory from the god of war, Sigva?

In addition, we don't know if the soldiers of the two Praetorian Legions guarding the Colosseum will rotate with other squads, as long as these accidents happen once, the fact that the Colosseum has been occupied by slave gladiators will be discovered immediately, and we can't delay it for two or three days. ”

"Do you mean to strike before they are discovered, and get enough food and weapons for the slave gladiators?" and you agree with El's suggestion to attack the slave catchers and mercenaries in the Praetorian Legion camp ahead?" Lorist asked.

"Yes, sir. Tagar looked around and whispered: "Anyway, after the formation of this Snow Shame Legion is completed, it is also going up to reinforce the Praetorian Guard Legion to be our enemy, if we can inflict heavy casualties on them first and make them incapacitated, it can be regarded as relieving our family's worries about armament, and they can also reach the royal city faster, put pressure on the enemy, and reduce the threat we face in the city." Now we just have to think about how to preserve the living power of those slave gladiators and give them to the enemy as many as possible. ”

Lorist's mind flashed to the drunks lying on the ground in the alley, and he couldn't help but say, "If only all the people in the camp were drunk......"

This is a beautiful idea, but it is very unrealistic, and now there are nearly 20,000 people in the Snow Shame Legion, and there is no reason for Lorist to buy a large number of drinks and food and send them to the barracks so that they will not get drunk and not return.

The door to the tavern opened, and four soldiers dressed as city guards entered, and after a few words of conversation with the tavern owner, they walked towards Lorist and the three of them.

"Sorry to excuse me. One of the city guards said, "Do you know Carrick?"

"Huh?" Targar stood up, "Yes, Carrick fled back to the royal city with us, and is considered our friend. He went out last night and hasn't come back yet, what's wrong with him?"

"Oh, that's right, this friend of yours went to the noble district last night drunk and went drunk, and scolded Viscount Timba for being ungrateful and not remembering old feelings or something, and was beaten by the servants of Viscount Timba Mansion, and let our city guards take him back and throw him in prison. In the morning he came to his senses and asked me to come here and send him a letter, find someone named Tagar to get him out, and said that he would thank me again......" The city guard soldier stretched out his thumb and forefinger and twisted it.

"I see, I'm Tagger, thank you for your report. Targar took out a golden fodder and stuffed it into the soldier's hand, turned his head and shouted to the tavern keeper to bring the four soldiers of the city defense a table of good wine and food, and put the account on him.

The city defense soldier was overjoyed when he saw the glittering golden Ford in his hand, and hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Brother, how do I get Carrick out?" Targar asked.

The city guard smiled and said, "Spend some money, or Carrick will be sent to the Colosseum, His Majesty has decreed that all those who have escaped from the port of Nubit should report to the Gladiatorial Legion, and those like him who do not go to the Disgrace Legion will be reduced to slavery if they are caught, and they will be sent to the Colosseum as deserters." The more afraid you are, the faster you will die. The aristocracy, of course, is an exception. ”

"Then this brother will help me, shall we go and get Carrick out first?" Targar asked, seeing that the city guard soldier was a little reluctant to see his three companions sitting there waiting for the tavern maid to serve the food, and smiled, "Brother, we will come back and open a separate table, and I promise to satisfy you." If the trip went well, I would like to thank you very much. ”

mentioned that the city defense soldier touched his waist bag, licked the corner of his mouth and responded: "Okay, I'll accompany you again." ”

Targer and the city guards had been gone for more than half an hour, and when they returned, Carrick was behind them with a disgraced face, their clothes torn to tatters, and a lot of bruises on their bodies. At this time, Drey, Cerva and several other mercenaries, who were drunk yesterday, had already gone downstairs, and were bragging in front of El and Lorist with a glass of ale, and when they saw Carrick, they laughed one after another, thinking that Carrick's desire to hug Viscount Timba on the thigh was wishful thinking, and this was not enough to suffer, but fortunately, Tagger was righteous and spent money to fish him out, otherwise it would be over if he was sent to the gladiatorial arena.

Carrick was annoyed by the laughter, and finally couldn't help but get angry: "Is it wrong for me to hug Viscount Timba on the thigh? Anyway, he also fled with me all the way to the royal city, as long as he said a word, I could avoid going to the Shame Legion to the front line to die......"

Tagger ordered another table of wine and food for the city defense soldier who accompanied him, and then came over: "Carrick is right, as long as Viscount Timba says a word, he doesn't have to report to the Shame Legion. However, I inquired, and Viscount Timba did not return to his mansion last night, and was left in the palace by his sister, the eldest princess. So Carrick had bad luck last night, he ran over and the viscount was not there, he was drunk and noisy again, and others didn't beat him, who would beat him......"

Belch...... Everyone burst into laughter, and Carrick blushed and stopped talking.

Tugar shook his head and said, "Carrick has to report to the Legion of Shame today, otherwise he will be treated as a deserter." Cerva, you and he are old friends, help take care of it so as not to make him suffer. But don't worry, Carrick, I'll go to the Viscount's Mansion in the afternoon and deliver a message from our Chamber of Commerce. If Viscount Timba returns home and finds out, someone will definitely take us there, and then I will talk to Lord Viscount to see if I can get you all out of the Shame Legion, so that you don't have any accidents when you go to the front. There are only a few of you left to meet in the Kingdom of Haneabada this time, and I don't want anything to happen to you. ”

Not only was Carrick grateful, but even the mercenaries of Cerva and Dre praised Targar for his kindness and righteousness. After a few polite words, Tagger asked the tavern owner to arrange a table for Carrick to fill his stomach first, and finally Carrick was drunk and coerced by Cerva to report to the barracks.

Now that the tavern was cleared, Targar returned to the table of El and Lorlist. El looked at Tagger very unhappily and scolded in a low voice: "Is this how you spend the money that the family gives you, it is useful to befriend these bastards!"

Targer smiled, ignored El, and said softly to Lorlist: "My lord, let's change our clothes and go to visit Viscount Tinba, the soldier of the city defense army just now told me that Viscount Timba has returned home at noon." I have an idea to solve the dilemma we are facing. ”

Lorist raised his eyebrows: "Say." ”

"We can send a large amount of wine and meat into the camp in the name of Viscount Timba, and use the excuse of boosting morale to make the soldiers of the Snow Shame Legion feast and drink, and when they are drunk, we can send out slave gladiators to carry out a surprise attack, which can not only kill and damage the enemy's living forces to the greatest extent, but also capture a large amount of weapons and equipment and the food and grass we need......" Tagger secretly made a throat-slitting motion.

Lorist's eyes lit up: "The key is to convince Viscount Timba to give us this name ......"

"I can use the pretext of making a name for myself in the Peterson Chamber of Commerce to offer Viscount Timba to undertake this business, and I believe that Viscount Timba will be happy to serve his brother-in-law and sister......"

Lorist stood up: "Without further ado, we will set off at once to visit Viscount Timba." ”

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