Chapter 745 The Master of the Training Ground

"It seems that those Germans are nothing special." Varro seemed to have changed his mind after witnessing the previous conflict.

On the contrary, Zhang Heng held a different opinion on this, "You can't say that."

"Um?"

"In terms of strength, the gladiators are indeed stronger, but don't forget that those Germans were brought back from the front line. They were tired all the way and were not in the best physical and mental condition. When they got here, there were only four left at most. 50% strength, and it seems that the gladiator school intended to give them a showdown. Although they only brought six gladiators to greet them, they seemed to be indifferent to them, but I dare say that even these six are not the best gladiators in the school. , they are definitely above the average level. To put it simply, these Germans were fooled by the school. After experiencing such an incident, they will establish awe of the school, and at the same time, in the subsequent training, in order to wash away today's The shame will make you even more desperate."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he found Varro staring at him blankly.

"how?"

Varro hesitated for a moment and said with some sympathy, "In your Han Empire, the political struggle between nobles must be very cruel, otherwise why can you associate so many things from one thing, just like a senator in the Senate? Same."

"…………"

The two of them could not watch the excitement for long. With the arrival of the Germans, the newly purchased slaves for the gladiator school had already arrived, so the head of the gladiator school summoned everyone for training. In the field.

There were about forty or fifty people in total. In addition to the six Germans, there were also Gauls, Parthians, Sami and Zhang Heng, a Han from the far east. Some of them were prisoners of war, some were slaves, and some were prisoners of war. Some were civilians who voluntarily became gladiators and poor Roman nobles. Just looking at the origins of these people, it looked like a small international exchange meeting.

Everyone stood together in a mess, whispering to each other, with different expressions on everyone's face.

Zhang Heng noticed a look of excitement on Varro's face, because today was the first day of school for their group of preparatory gladiators, and as usual, the master of the gladiator school would definitely show up.

At that time, Varro will be able to sell his business talents to the other party. If everything goes well, he will not need to stay here anymore. He can walk on the streets again and breathe free air. Of course, his freedom is only limited to a certain limit, but compared to It is so much better to become a gladiator and fight bloody battles in the arena, or to farm and mine in the countryside.

Varro also glanced at Zhang Heng beside him. There was no fear or anxiety on the latter's face. Instead, he looked very interested, as if he was visiting. Varro had to secretly admire him in his heart. This young nobleman of the Han Empire is really big-hearted.

Finally, just when everyone was getting impatient standing under the scorching sun, the rightful owner finally appeared.

It was a middle-aged Roman who looked a bit rich, wearing a short-sleeved long coat that was most common on the streets of Rome. A blanket-like cloak was draped on his shoulders. The left and right lengths varied, and the left part passed under the arm. , wrapped around his chest and neck, and then stuffed it into his waist. One of his hands was dragging a piece of fabric, and the other hand was free. An emerald ring on it was very conspicuous.

Zhang Heng learned from Varro that this most distinctive Roman robe cannot be worn by everyone. Slaves, foreigners, including liberated slaves can only wear the inner long robe and cannot wear the outer cloak casually. .

Next to the middle-aged Roman man were two young and good-looking slave girls. One was carefully supporting him, and the other was holding a cloth cover behind him to protect him from the sun. The three of them were directly training. Appearing on the second floor balcony of the building directly in front of the field.

The trainer waved the whip in his hand, and everyone on the training ground finally became a little quieter. Then the person in charge of the school bowed his head to the middle-aged Roman, "Master, everyone is here."

"Then let's get started." It was obviously not the first time that the middle-aged Roman had done this kind of thing. He nodded and sat on a chair in the center of the balcony, as if he were an emperor sitting on the throne, overlooking All living beings underfoot.

His name is Marcus, and he runs the second largest gladiator school in Rome. He has more than 400 gladiators, the arena outside, the theater next to the arena, and three gladiator training grounds. and lounges, etc. are all his assets.

In a sense, he is indeed like an emperor here.

It was obviously not the first time that Marcus had done this kind of thing. He waved to the person in charge of the school, who immediately shouted at the preparation gladiators in front of him.

"Take off your clothes!"

Everyone looked at each other after hearing this. It wasn't until the trainer raised his whip again that he slowly began to take off his shirt, revealing his strong body. Varro originally thought that those unruly Germans would be there. They were making trouble at this time, but unexpectedly they just hesitated and actually took off their clothes.

At this point, Varro had to admire Zhang Heng's presumption of power.

Everyone took off their shirts one after another, but the trainers didn't seem satisfied, so the people on the training ground had to continue taking them off until only a loincloth was left. The middle-aged Roman finally expressed his satisfaction.

He stood up, looked at them one by one, and muttered, "Very good, very good. This time those greedy slave traders finally found me some pretty good goods."

The person in charge of the school also said, "These guys should be able to make up for the manpower we lost before."

"But their price is not cheap either." The middle-aged Roman's eyes flickered, "Where is that Germanic man who cost me seven thousand sesterces?"

The trainer signaled to Bach, who walked out of the crowd with some dissatisfaction.

"Come closer and let me have a better look." Markruth greeted.

Bach could only take two more steps forward and came downstairs.

"Hmm, do you think he can compare with Sisnates?" Mark Rus asked the school director.

"This... is a bit difficult. Sisnates is the three-time annual champion of the Victor Arena. He is unbeatable. When he first came, it took four good players to defeat him." Although saying this may make Marcus Not happy, but the person in charge of the school thought about it and decided to tell the truth. Otherwise, if Bach's future growth does not meet expectations, he and the trainer will be unlucky. "Although Bach's potential is not bad, it is still far from Sisnatus." There is a big gap.”