Peng Liguang was completely disappointed in Wang Zhuo, it turned out that the classical Latin sentence just now was just a flash of inspiration for Wang Shi. The left one, maybe the right one, is probably talking about dejection. "Master Wang, I have heard that the Romans are like animals, and when I see them today, they really live up to their reputation. If one day I can escape from the city, I will call a hundred thousand troops to free the enslaved slaves. ”

"Well, you can ask them to dig the coal for you. Wang Zhuo exhaled lightly, the musculoskeletal sound of his whole body snapping, his body straightened, his eyes were level, his knees were bent and slowly squatted down to the ground parallel to his thighs, and then his quadriceps muscles contracted hard.

"Smack!"

The shackles broke in response, and after Wang Zhuo got up and moved, he pulled the handcuffs and the chain around his neck directly. The ancient Roman iron-smelting technique was a slag, and it was as soft as noodles when it was restored to 1,500 catties.

The power of the rules suppressed him relatively lightly, and Wang Zhuo, who was out of the trap, raised his head and shouted: "Duobao, let me go!"

Peng Liguang also raised his head vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation. But he didn't wait for the pretty girl to cast a spell.

Duobao didn't respond, but he didn't see any disappointment from Wang Zhuo. After moving his hands and feet again, he walked in front of Peng Liguang, broke the pig iron and put Peng Liguang down in three or two clicks.

Peng Liguang sat on the ground and gasped, "Master Wang, there are submachine guns and pistols in the chariot, as well as more than sixty grenades, escape from prison and find the armored car, fuck the two of us burn down the city of Rome tonight!"

"Well, I'll go first in a moment, and I'll get some food to eat and come back. You rest for a while and then stand up, and if someone comes in you kill him. ”

Wang Zhuo said, patted Peng Liguang on the shoulder, and a crunch sound appeared behind Peng Liguang's armor, and then the glaive knife was reintegrated into the armor.

Peng Liguang nodded in understanding, "Master Wang, why don't I join you, let's run away after setting the fire!"

"Don't run yet. Until the Roman Emperor or the nobles have made a decision on us, we will stay here and try to delay as long as possible so that we can find a way to get us back to China. ”

It can only be like this, Peng Liguang knows that the two of them are not familiar with each other and can't even speak Roman, and if one is not good, they will be surrounded by a large army, and when the time comes, it may be easy to run away with Wang Zhuo's ability to run a horse with a fist and kick a dead cow, but his surname Peng must not be so lucky.

After making a simple plan, Wang Zhuo walked slowly to the iron gate, and after looking left and right a few times, I pulled the iron fence out of the gap that allowed him to pass through like pulling bean skin, and then broke the iron bar on the iron fence back after Wang Zhuo came out.

After Wang Zhuo left. Peng Liguang stepped forward in two steps to the iron fence, it was difficult to pull the fence with all his strength, and after looking at the twisted structure by Wang Zhuo, he changed the position where Wang Zhuo did not move and broke it again, and sure enough, the iron bar could be broken and deformed. Peng Liguang couldn't help but say to himself: "Let's go, I helped them strengthen the dungeon before leaving, what kind of spirit is this!?"

Wang Zhuo dodged several teams of guards patrolling the fixed route, and when he came to the big pit that he and Peng Liguang smashed open when they appeared, Wang Zhuo, who had excellent eyesight, even saw the moon and stars hanging in the clean sky. Hundreds of slaves were transporting the large holes that had been repaired, and next to them were guards with whips, occasionally whipping slaves who were not working.

And in the middle of this group of slaves. The rocks and trees around the eight-wheeled armored vehicle driven by Peng Liguang have been cleared, and even a few slaves have wiped the body of the armored vehicle with sackcloth dipped in water.

For convenience, the door of the armored car was not locked, only because of the brakes of ordinary vehicles. The Romans failed to open it.

After Wang Zhuo looked at it for a while, he silently retreated.

When the ministers of the princely kingdoms of China still lived in thatched huts, the sewers of Rome could run horse-drawn carriages. As the largest gladiatorial arena in the Empire, underground facilities are naturally available. The armory, the dungeon guards' quarters, and the warden's separate office have excellent sewers.

When Wang Zhuo appeared in the warden's office. There were a few chirps from the all-stone room. Turning his face sideways, revealing one eye, looking inside, Rao is Wang Zhuo has a tough mind, and he has seen a lot of ups and downs, and he almost didn't vomit.

The warden was a strong man with a fat waist and thick legs and a big belly, and at this time he pressed down on a woman like a dog. Behind him, a sturdy male slave with no strands on his body was sprinting into the warden's backyard. Wang Zhuo didn't know that this was the favorite posture of the Romans, radiating from the city of Rome to dozens of provincial centers, which was not a heavy taste for the arrogant aristocracy.

Wang Zhuo really didn't want to disturb their interest, but he glanced at the wine, grilled fish, and some bread on the table outside, and tiptoed into the door with the feeling of killing them.

As soon as she walked in two steps, the female slave lying under the warden, who looked like a dead man, turned her face around.

Looking at each other, Wang Zhuo smiled slightly and was about to draw a knife to kill, when the female slave turned her head back after looking Wang Zhuo up and down.

Wang Zhuo was stunned for two seconds, and then he walked to the guard dormitory with the wine and meat on the table, and after returning the Seven Emotions Mutiny to the state of the heart guard, he found a guard to put on his clothes, first sent the food to the dungeon, and then circled around the underground a few times, and after memorizing all the terrain by heart, he finally came to the vicinity of the deep pit.

Tomorrow is the "Day of Judgment", and the slaves have to repair the pit before dawn, while the torches are all over the ground with only two guards and overseers. Wang Zhuo swaggered over, and when one of the guards thought he was here to replace him, and handed him the whip, the guards suddenly saw Wang Zhuo's appearance clearly, and was about to shout, when a big fist got closer and closer in his eyes.

"Poof!"

Wang Zhuo punched the guard on the bridge of his nose, and the bone bone shattered, and the bone fragments pierced into the brain, causing the guard to die directly. Another guard found that the accident still didn't have time to speak, so he was snatched and whipped five or six meters long to the neck, and his body flew towards Wang Zhuo, but before he landed, Wang Zhuo's kneecap hit the back of his head, and the brain tissue was concussed to death from persecution.

In just a few seconds, two fresh lives disappeared from the world, and it was different from Wang Zhuo's expectation, although all the slaves stood up straight and put down the stones and wooden beams in their hands, they did not panic and fled for their lives, Wang Zhuo saw from their eyes the same gaze as the female slave and the black man whose corpse was still lying in the dungeon just now.

Sluggish and emotionless, like a dead person.

Wang Zhuo sighed, didn't pay attention to them, but walked to the armored car, opened the hatch and took the canvas bag with guns and grenades in his hand, and looked back at the hundreds of slaves, Wang Zhuo turned around and left without saying a word.

An hour later, Wang Zhuo returned to the dungeon, Peng Liguang also stretched out his hand and pretended to be the crucifixion of Jesus, seeing that Wang Zhuo came back, he sat on the ground, and saw Wang Zhuo returning empty-handed, his face was not too good, so he asked: "What's the matter, Master Wang?"

"It's nothing, did you bring a cigarette when you came?"

Peng Liguang nodded, shouted I am a bastard, after the armor was restored, he took out half a box of soft China and a lighter from his jacket pocket, lit one for himself first, and then threw the cigarette to Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo didn't smoke first after taking it, and only lit the cigarette after burning the guard's clothes and said nothing.

Peng Liguang handed Wang Zhuo's share of food to him, "There are too many people and you haven't got the gun?"

"Got it, I made a little arrangement, I learned a lot of Roman in the hour I went out, and the man just now, that is, the Roman emperor, said that we would be killed in the gladiatorial arena tomorrow before leaving. ”

Peng Li shook his bare hand, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground. "Master Wang, after returning to Huaxia, please help take care of my pair of grandsons. Tell Hong Mingyuan that I can also sacrifice my life for the country, and whether I can make the relics I left at home into a clothed grave, cover the national flag and play the national anthem is my destination. ”

Even if Wang Zhuo was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but smile when he heard Peng Liguang's words: "Don't worry, we have a good chance of escaping, as long as Peng Ju can swim." Forget about the mound or something. ”

......

In the middle of the night, when the guards finally found the bodies of their comrades in the pit, the slaves could not tell who they were, and the warden was angry and executed half of them on the spot, and then sent people to bring food to Wang Zhuo and Peng Liguang. Fish and sweet bread were foods that could only be eaten by the nobles and the rich, and only the most unpalatable wheat porridge was served to Wang Zhuo and the others.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and Peng Liguang, who had been "lowered" from the cross, turned his ear and heard a loud cry coming from the ground. "Master Wang, it's on. ”

Wang Zhuo nodded, "Follow me for a while, be more careful." ”

"Don't worry, brother, I've killed people on the battlefield and seen blood, Master Wang, you should be careful. ”

Wang Zhuo smiled: "Peng Ju, I have wanted to tell you for a long time, don't always be you, I'm not so particular here." ”

I'm about to kill people together and run for my life, you just said it, I used to see you enjoying it!

At this moment, more than a dozen guards came to the dungeon, opened the iron door and loosened the handcuffs and shackles for the two of them, and took out a new pair of shackles and tied them to their feet. The two shackles are connected by a thick iron chain, which is the basic routine of the colosseum against the enemy.

They didn't put up any resistance the whole time, which provoked another burst of ridicule and sarcasm from the guards.

Led by guards wearing elite defensive armor and armed with square shields and iron swords, Wang Zhuo and the others were taken to another iron fence gate.

Looking through the iron gate, I saw that the high platform was divided into floors, and there were 90,000 people sitting around, and the cheers and shouts overshadowed everything.

Sitting at the bottom were Roman citizens, both men and women were rough, and they wore very few clothes in the hot weather, no matter how far away Peng Liguang could not see clearly, Wang Zhuo saw the last Augustus in the Roman Empire, Commodus, in the special box on the fourth floor.

Commodus took a sip of the blood-colored wine, then stood up and waved.

The huge arena fell silent for a moment, and all the populace looked at the Emperor, whom they did not like. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you MARC Daoyou for two monthly passes, and thank Kai o0 brother Daoyou for the reward.