The old white-haired man opened the door to hell with the command of the white-haired man. The adrenaline-fighting gladiators rushed towards the trembling slaves in the field like hungry wolves. From a bird's eye view, it was like five tiny streams of water heading towards a pool of stagnant water in the center, and the stagnant water immediately boiled.

One-third of the 999 people were women. Most of these women were slumped on the sand and cried. Only a few of them were shaking and staring at the gladiators who were rushing towards them in a daze. I wonder if they were going to fight to the death or kneel down to beg for mercy.

And 30% of the men shivered and rushed towards the center of the slave, fearing that they would become the first dead souls under the knife. 40% stood there numbly with expressions. They were probably shocked. The remaining 30% still had some fighting spirit, but they were like a piece of scattered sand, scattered soldiers and scattered, were they looking for opponents or waiting for an opportunity to escape? Who knows?

"Don't disperse, gather and rush with me!"

Zhang Hu'en, who was following a group of 20 people, looked back and saw a tall slave gathering a group of equally strong slaves to move towards the south of the arena. The tall slave looked good, with a hint of decisiveness and stubbornness on his angular face.

"Testing Gladiator Slave No. 779---Actor: Sun Zhaojin

Status: Healthy (BUFF: empty)

Subconscious: Free Leader (Elementary)

Attention: 0

Income: 0”

(Sure, is there any trouble?)

Zhang Hu'en turned around and ran towards Sun Zhaojin. Under his leadership, the 20 slaves who were originally heading north hesitated for a moment and rushed towards Sun Zhaojin. No less than 200 people quickly gathered around Sun Zhaojin. They separated from the central group of slaves to be slaughtered and formed a small group to rush towards the team of gladiators in the south.

Two hundred naked slaves quickly collided with forty gladiators, but as soon as they came into contact, the slaves on both sides fled to both sides. Sun Zhaojin, who was in the middle of the team, jumped straight away. This was all about everything, and at this time, there were still wastes who were lucky.

The gladiators immediately divided two teams of ten people to chase and kill the slaves on both sides. The slaves did not expect that such a behavior of seeking death would also relieve the pressure on the large army. The hope of the remaining hundreds of slaves to survive was greater than three points.

The strong slaves in front were quite scheming. They were about to contact the gladiator forward who was singing claws. Suddenly they all beat up and kicked the yellow sand under their feet, and in an instant the gladiator in front of the team caught the stuttering stall under the current charge, Sun Zhaojin raised his arms and shouted:

"Roar, grab their weapons!"

Dozens of slaves flocked to the ground, trying to overwhelm the Gladiator's forward with a brief tactical advantage.

"Puff!"

A pair of iron swords pierced the eight slaves who rushed to the front, and the gladiators who had temporarily lost their eyesight were fearless. The armor on their bodies made them fearless of attacking with bare hands. With a backhand sword, they cut the throats of the slaves who rushed up to die. The eight slaves squirted blood arrows on the sand. The slave forward who had originally hoped to turn the tables would disperse immediately.

"Ao!"

There was a cheering sound from the stands on the south side. The already intense atmosphere was immediately ignited to the extreme. The screams, booed, and roars were heard, and the audience was already in a state of madness. Some male audiences had taken out tools from their wide robes and swayed wildly at the arena, while other citizens who were born with a strong obsession with mating sat on the wooden board without hesitation, allowing their women to show their white and big butts and openly sway.

"What a great group of citizens!"

The old white man in the stands was very pleased (I really don’t know what he was pleased with). He said to the people beside him, which immediately caused a terrifying and terrifying flattery.

Su Li was hanging in the air in the arena, looking at the audience on the south side. Suddenly, the audience on the south side of the stand burst into a louder roar. The citizens who were wiggling tools jumped off the railings of the stands, and followed everyone with their arms outstretched and shouted loudly:

"Kill, kill, kill."

(what happened?)

Su Li took her eyes back from these "outstanding" citizens and looked at the arena. A tall slave passed by a gladiator, and a bloody flower was raised with a sword. The head wearing a pig-head helmet flew up and landed on the sand next to her.

This is already the third gladiator to behead by Zhang Hu'en. He took advantage of the chaos just now to capture the short sword in the hand of a gladiator, and roamed the outside of the gladiators with flexible steps and reaped three lives. These three gladiators who were slow and negligent in practicing contributed 30% of the swordsmanship and 15% of the melee yellow troughs.

Speaking of yellow troughs, it is something similar to experience bars. In his eyes, every time a gladiator is killed, two translucent jumping yellow troughs will appear. I don’t know if he will upgrade after the yellow trough is full?

"Come on, idiots!"

Zhang Hu'en dodged a spear, and a tiger hit the ground and kicked the gladiator who was attacking with a sneak attack. He shouted at the slaves behind him who were still frightened and hesitant. The situation now has become a mess, and there are figures of slaves running away and gladiators are chasing them.

Blood has blinded everyone's eyes. The gladiators have no so-called formation at all. They have all been devoted to the steps of chasing slaves. The blood, internal organs, broken hands and feet, and their unwilling heads keep falling on the sand.

"Run, follow him!"

Sun Zhaojin did not disappoint his rare primary subconscious mind. He rushed to Zhang Hu'en with a dozen brave slaves, picked up his weapons and surrounded and killed three gladiators with Zhang Hu'en.

"Lacre, save me!"

The Gladiator shouted, but unfortunately his screams were no different from mosquitoes in front of the screams of the surroundings and the shouts of citizens. Soon, the three gladiators completed their mission after stabbing four slaves to death, and were cut off by Zhang Hu'en's head with his helmet.

Licking the blood on the dagger on his right hand, a strong smell of blood made him feel inexplicably excited. His deliberate bloodthirsty** made Su Li, who was standing beside him, and he couldn't help but raise his evaluation with another bronze star.

"kill!"

This was a cry from the slave body. Zhang Hu'en rushed to a gladiator who was holding a shield and sword beside the wall and slashing three slaves. Sun Zhaojin ordered his subordinates who already had weapons to help. While guarding against other gladiators, the remaining slaves began to take off the gladiator's half-body mail, striving to ensure survival for the longest time.
Chapter completed!