48 Hours a Day

Early the next morning, Zhang Heng saw the Germans, sitting in their cars.

The Germans are not as promising at this time as the children of future generations, all over Europe. At this time, the Germans were still a barbarian in the eyes of the Romans, a generic name for the barbarian tribes on the right bank of the Rhine, although the war between them and the Romans has a long history, and the first clashes between the two sides date back to 113 BC.

The two Germans, who had touched the Danube to sneak up on Roman towns with the intention of fishing for one vote, could not find the north by the Roman army stationed there. The monolithic individual fighting power was undoubtedly dominated by the highly-bodied Germans, but the Romans were more disciplined and better equipped, and the Roman classical linear tactics played very well, and many tactical ideas were even absorbed by modern linear tactics.

So the Germans who admired personal bravery suffered a lot, but the southerly heart of the Germans remained immortal, and for a long time afterwards there were border conflicts and frictions. Especially in the next century, Weiqing and Huo went sick and drove Huns west, which resulted in Europe suffering.

The Germans became sandwich biscuits in the middle, which only accelerated the pace south. Olerio had been coping with the Germanic invasion since he was still alive. After hundreds of years of fighting and learning, the barbarians had made great strides. At the same time, they had accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with the Roman Legion, and production technology had improved, making it increasingly difficult to deal with it.

However, Zhang Heng knew that the war between the two sides was coming to an end soon. He had already learned from Varo that it was 180 BC and that Olerio, the former emperor, had just died on the front line. His son, Kang Maud, succeeded him.

Khanmoud had little interest in the war with the Germans and, not surprisingly, soon he would sign an armistice agreement with the Germanic chiefs in exchange for an annual subsidy to the Germanic tribes.

Given the distance between the front line and the capital, the parties may have signed a treaty by now, but the news has not yet returned, so the Germans are probably the last prisoners of war in front of them.

It is not very comfortable to see them on this journey, and as the invaders of the North, their image in the hearts of the Romans is conceivable, and even stones have been thrown at them on this journey, but these Germans, instead of being afraid, laughed back loudly.

One of the most tall men turned his back on his companion, "A bunch of pussies. ”

All in all, they came to the gladiator school in such a hostile atmosphere.

After the head of the slave trader and the school responsible for the escort had counted, they had begun to negotiate the final price, which they had quickly negotiated with others at 3,000 Célestas per person, but there seemed to be considerable disagreement between the two sides on the last person, the most powerful one.

The head of the school wanted to be able to buy it for 5,000 Célestas, but the slave traders insisted on 10,000 Célestas.

Because it was a long way away, both sides spoke quickly, Zhang Heng couldn't hear clearly, so he asked Varo beside him, “What are they talking about? ”

“Well, the slave trader said that the man was a brave man who caused a lot of trouble for our army, a lot of people died on his hands, and he had a strong body, and as long as he was trained to be a teenage killer, the noble ladies of Rome would be fascinated by him, and he could fill the house with money earned by the owners.” Varo explained.

At the same time, he began to worry about his future, “These Germans are prisoners of war, they all look pretty good, and the average gladiator is 2,000 Célestas, and I sold myself 2,500, but that's because I have the ability to run a business, and each of them sells 3,000, and the guy who wants 10,000, we're not their opponents. ”

Zhang Heng hears that it is okay to leave it alone.

He hasn't been completely idle since last night, at least he touched the neighborhood, and wondered if it was because he didn't feel threatened by the two of them. The gladiator's school wasn't very strict on them, so he could go anywhere as long as he didn't go out.

As for the slaves who have become gladiators, they seem to be freer and can even walk out the door to have fun.

This does not seem to be the same as Zhang Heng's imaginary gladiator school. With his hands, coupled with his newly acquired shadow power, it is not difficult to get out of here at night, and what is difficult to do afterwards.

As the only Han man to go deep behind the enemies of the Roman Empire, his appearance was quite recognizable, and he had no Roman citizenship and could only be a runaway slave, after which life in Rome would be quite troublesome.

Therefore, after a little reflection, Zhang Heng gave up the idea of fleeing. Instead of hiding behind closed doors, he might as well mix with the identity of a free man in the gladiator's school.

Varo was afraid to become a gladiator, but Zhang Heng was not worried. He had the knife skills of LV4, and the Germans who seemed to be dragging together were no better than him.

In fact, Zhang Heng's real focus is not on the new barbarians.

In order to successfully accept the slave prisoners of war and avoid any disturbances, the gladiators' school also deployed some personnel, including six gladiators and two trainers, and Zhang Heng's attention was drawn not to the muscular gladiators, but to one of the Persian trainers.

He doesn't look very eye-catching, he's small, he's old, he belongs to the kind of person that can easily be ignored in a crowd, and if it weren't for those pale blue eyes, he'd be like the Romans everywhere on the street.

Now Zhang Heng basically gets a lot of useful information after a glance, but only this old Persian trainer, Zhang Heng finds himself unable to see anything from him.

The director of the training school and the slave trader peeled for a while, and the two sides eventually talked about the price, considering the previous result that the price of the Germans 3,000 Célestas was pretty good, the slave trader took a step and traded the last man for 7,000 Célestas.

Both sides were quite satisfied. The only dissatisfied person was the seller. The most powerful Germanian seemed to feel that the price was somewhat insulting to him. He scolded dissatisfied and caused his surrounding companions to laugh for a while.

These are the warriors of the tribes, who, after being captured by the Romans, had no idea of survival. They were not afraid to see themselves sold to the gladiator's school. Instead, they were in a mood and apparently did not see the surrounding Romans.