The fat old man held a short sword and a round shield, and another thin old man held a halberd,

Both men were barefoot and shirtless, with age spots on their loose skin.

The crowd of onlookers coaxed: "Come on, old fellow, has your fat body grown white?" Take a sword and stab that skinny man! ”

The old people obviously didn't dare to do anything, and they didn't even slaughter a fish on weekdays, let alone kill people.

They were just poor ordinary citizens, whose city had been overrun by the rebels, and whose relatives and children had died in the riots, and who had now been reduced to the object of amusement, and who had no choice but to save their lives.

A strong man jumped off the field himself: "Old man, isn't it quite enjoyable to watch gladiatorial fights on weekdays?" Why, when it's your turn to play, you wilt? ”

"I ...... It's just a poor common man who never goes to the gladiatorial arena to watch the game......"

"Smack!" The strong man slapped the old man in the mouth, knocking him to the ground, and the sword and shield were also taken off and fell aside.

"Pick it up, you shit! And you, thin old man! Move your old arm, shoot this guy to death, and I'll let you go. ”

"I ...... I can't do it......" the thin old man cried.

The strong man kicked twice and knocked the two old men to the ground, "Waste! die! He drew his saber and made a gesture to cut it off.

A big hand firmly grasped his arm, as if it was caught by iron tongs, and he couldn't move at all, and the strong man raised his head: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Iron Fist, why are you here?" ”

Andy Whitefield, the leader of the Slave Rebels, is heavily armed,

Dressed in the armor he wore when he won the Arena, with a sword and pistol pinned to his waist, a standard carbine and a hammer on his back, everyone around him stared at him in awe:

"Bull John, what are you doing?"

The strong man smiled: "Brother Andy, I can't see this, I'm holding a gladiatorial competition, so that these free people can taste what it is like to be slaves." ”

The other party's playful attitude made Andy very unhappy, and he frowned and said:

"What's the difference between you and the slave owners when you do this? We seek freedom, not enslavement, so stop your nonsense! ”

Bull John puffed out his chest: "They deserve it." ”

"Hu Yuan, these two old men are ordinary citizens, and they are not slave owners or estate owners who oppress serfs, they are innocent."

Bull John obviously didn't like to be criticized, so he looked angry: "Andy, I respect you so I call you big brother, but you are too lenient now." ”

Andy Whitefield argued: "I started the slave revolt to fight for the basic rights of life, not to release the tyranny in my heart, and the dragon slayer should not become the new evil dragon." ”

"Haha, Andy, you guys can really brag and be a dragon slayer...... It's up to you? If the Voodoo dragon knights arrive, you'll be scared to pee your pants. ”

"John, I repeat, stop your farce and release these innocent citizens."

"Oh, what a big official, what if I don't want to?"

"Then get out of my army of slaves."

Bull John spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Andy: "Bah! I'm not fucking waiting for you, let's go! Have some fun in the next city! ”

Hundreds of armed slave soldiers left the scene with John the Bull, and a volunteer officer was very anxious: "Andy, stop them!" ”

"The Tao is different, so let them go." Andy didn't mean to stay, just silently picked up the old man and checked the injury.

The officer leaned in and whispered:

"Andy, our slave rebel army is splitting, there are many leaders who go out with people to do it alone, and the clenched fists are gradually spreading into palms, which are easy to be broken by Wang **, you have to do something to save the scene quickly to avoid tragedy."

"Hey, why don't I know this, everyone has their own ideas, and I can't forcibly keep them, if there is an infighting, it will inevitably make the slave owners profit, and I am to blame, it is my leadership that is not good, causing our actions to be anticlimactic, stagnant, and in the current predicament."

"Andy, don't blame yourself too much, most of the slaves are illiterate and have little education, it is all because of your personal charm as an arena champion that they have gathered into a force, and they are still very grateful to you."

"Do you have any news from your time here to tell me?"

"Someone has sent a secret letter today, read it."

Andy Whitefield opened the envelope and read it, then threw it away:

"It's here to woo us again, the letter writer is subordinate to Prince Ingram's forces, and they want to involve the slave rebels in the power struggle of the kingdom Zheng"

"What do you think?" The officer asked.

"Of course, ignore it, don't reply, remember, friend, our original intention is to liberate the vast number of slaves, not to become a pawn of a powerful person, and to join any faction would be contrary to our original intention."

"But the beginning of our career is to rely on Valstarao's assistance, don't forget, the weapons and ammunition we use are all provided by Imperial spies."

"Yes, so I now encourage everyone to use captured weapons, not to rely on any forces, and to decide our fate."

"Andy, don't blame me, you're too arrogant and tough, the slave rebels are dividing, the army is discouraged and doesn't know how to make progress.

Although we are numerous, our cohesion and professionalism are too poor, and if it weren't for King Solan's indulgence in witchcraft that led to infighting among the top leaders of the kingdom, we would have been wiped out by the army a long time ago. ”

"Friend, your words remind me,

The enemies are not only slave owners and nobles of the kingdom, but also the priests of Voodoo, those bastards who sacrifice slaves as lambs to the evil gods of darkness, are simply a bunch of anti-human and anti-civilization demons! ”

"As far as I know, there is a Voodoo meeting place in the city of Capua not far away."

"Then what are you waiting for, my old friend, let everyone pack up and set off quickly, you don't need to go to too many people, just travel lightly, and you can save one more life by capturing there in a second."

"Okay!" The officer blew the horn and shouted to the gathered rebels, "Andy Boss has spoken!" Advance to Capua City, bring weapons and dry food, and get busy! ”

After 20 o'clock, on the outskirts of Kapua in the kingdom of Solan.

A force of slave rebels marched slowly along the dirt road, numbering about a thousand men.

Andy Whitefield, the leader of the rebels, rode a white horse at the head of the procession, accompanied by a group of close generals.

The blonde girl with blue eyes followed closely behind on a tame mare,

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her fair, emaciated face had many freckles.

Since she was freed, she has been as lively and talkative as a chirping sparrow, and has become a pistachio in the rebel army.

She is the sister of one of Andy's deceased gladiator friends, named Vera, and now that the poor child has lost all her relatives, she naturally recognizes her benefactor as her brother.

The road was unimpeded, and they were getting closer and closer to the city of Capua, and the dirt road gradually turned into a hard, smooth brick road, and the sound of horses' hooves was loud, accompanied by the chirping of birds and insects, and the rebel army sang a song of freedom.

Andy Whitefield felt the girl's fiery gaze from behind, and a pair of clear blue eyes were full of gratitude and respect.

Andy knew in his heart that Vera's feelings for him had long gone beyond the scope of her brother-in-law.

She loved him.