War garbage collection system

“There was no other way. In order to please the noble’s wife, he had to go to the arena again.

He survived time and again with his ultimate fighting skills.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of not making money.

In the end, in order to make a lot of money, he accepted a life-and-death struggle involving the interests of the nobility.

After receiving a large sum of money, his noble wife desperately pulled him into the Great Harmony of Life the night before the duel.

That bitch didn't let him go even an hour before the duel. She really is like dying under the peony flowers and being a romantic ghost!

The result was: he was soon at a disadvantage due to his weak hands and feet, and his hidden injuries flared up, so he was stuck in the arena forever.

I still remember that the last thing he said to me was: Xiao Yang, don’t get married.”

"Damn, he finally got it."

"Haha! Master, people are almost dead, what's the point of having a great enlightenment?

No matter how powerful a hero is, he cannot resist the temptation of beauty! Female beauty is harmful!

Most of the brothers who fought their way out of the siege with me died because of women.

After marrying a beautiful wife, they started to live a reckless life, and the result was that all the hidden and old injuries found them.

Plus having to earn money to support the family, the pressure is enormous.

They were all fearless guys, and in the end, I, a coward, was the only one who survived.

Master, do you know?

My brothers are all stronger than me, smarter than me, more intelligent than me, more opinionated than me, and they are all heroes who are not afraid of death.

But the final result is: I, a cowardly, unintelligent, and unsmart fool, survived. "

"Coach Yang, you are so wise that you appear foolish!

By the way, are the other coaches married?"

"As far as I know, very few of them are married, and even if they are married, their wives are usually ugly girls.

For example: Coach Yin married a big and strong woman, and he and his wife have been separated for a long time.

For example, my immediate superior, Coach Jiang, has been unable to move because of injuries to his genitals during a fight.

You will be able to see him tomorrow. He is weird all day long and it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Well, Master, let's stop here!"

"Well, go to bed too!"

In the training manor, Han Xing and his friends lived in a row of ten bunk beds.

Since the sleep schedule of all the gladiator slaves was disrupted, Han Xing only knew one familiar subordinate among them.

There were 200 would-be gladiators who followed Han Xing this time. However, once they were mixed in with the 2000 people, the only would-be gladiator who was assigned to sleep with him was an acquaintance.

Han Xing walked into the house, took a look, smelled it, and still felt unbearable.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out eight loyalty cards from the space, and then slapped these loyalty cards into the bodies of the eight people who were already asleep.

Then, he smiled strangely, flashed into the space and went to sleep.

With a loyalty card, he is so cool and so inhumane.

The next morning, it was not yet fully light!

Then I heard a series of voices:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Then there were the people shouting:

"Hurry up, hurry up! Get up and exercise. If you don't want to die, get up and exercise quickly. Do you hear me?

Boy, I'm talking about you. Why are you daydreaming? Get up and exercise! ..."

"..."

The slaves just kept silent and didn't say anything. They did whatever the slave owners told them to do. Their main goal was to be obedient.

As a result, this training estate exploded like water dropped into a hot oil pan.

Could it be that these slaves intend to either die in silence or explode in silence?

This is probably a dream!

The morning light is just breaking, the east is about to dawn, and the training morning comes quietly in silence.

Following the desperate shouts of the coaches, the prospective gladiators quickly jumped up from their bunks and began the intense and orderly getting-up training.

A mob, is there order?

Hahahaha! It's so funny.

The simple room suddenly became busy, and the prospective gladiators quickly put on their tattered clothes. They had no shoes and were barefoot!

At the same time, he began to tidy up his room, but his movements were neither skillful nor quick.

The sound of water splashing could be heard from the extremely simple bathroom. The prospective gladiators rushed to wash themselves (brushing their teeth with charcoal ash willow twigs and washing their faces with rags) to prepare for the training that was about to begin.

On the training ground, the would-be gladiators had already formed a crooked formation... a square formation, right?! They were waiting for instructions from their coaches.

The coaches' voices were loud and powerful. They issued a series of training tasks and performed them themselves, including weightlifting, push-ups, horse stance...

In fact, they are various ways to build up your strength.

Next, the prospective gladiators immediately began training, their movements appearing ridiculously childish.

Morning jogging is also a daily training task. The barefoot prospective gladiators take crooked steps at varying speeds.

At the same time, they shouted weak, dull and untidy slogans, and ran perfunctorily on the bumpy training ground.

In the morning light, their figures did not appear particularly agile, nor full of energy or vigor, but only despair and lifelessness.

After running crookedly, the prospective gladiators also began queue training.

They were slow in standing straight and their movements were not in unison, showing extremely poor discipline.

There is only one or two years left to live, who cares so much?

Knowing their own fate, they have given up and lie down.

The coaches strictly required every move, and the prospective gladiators treated it perfunctorily, telling me to do whatever I wanted and constantly adjusting and improving.

Finally, it was time for breakfast. The prospective gladiators gathered quickly and rushed to the extremely simple cafeteria which was leaky on all sides.

In the crude cafeteria, the would-be gladiators ate voraciously, finishing their portions of food quickly.

Try to replenish your energy as much as possible to prepare for the heavy training that is coming.

No matter how nice you say or how much you do, it is not as important as filling your stomach!

Although the morning was busy and tense, there were some slaves among the prospective gladiators who did not want to die or accept their fate. They were full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit.

They knew that without hard training, they would not be able to develop a strong will and good killing skills.

Then, the dead person is himself.

For a long time in the future, mornings like this will always accompany them, making them ruthless in killing and cruel and violent.

Let them work hard, struggle, and kill desperately for their own survival...

And what is our protagonist Han Xing doing at this moment?

He stretched out on the big bed in the slave owner's manor, then slowly put on his clothes and washed up leisurely.

Then he took out a sumptuous breakfast and started to eat it slowly. After eating, he rested for half an hour before coming out of the space.

At this time, other prospective gladiators had already started training again.

When Coach Yang saw Han Xing coming out, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he became serious again and urged him to join the training quickly.

Han Xing, who didn't care about anything, smiled secretly in his heart. With the loyalty card, he didn't have to worry about these things at all.

He just stretched his body and then began to complete various training tasks with ease, attracting the attention of other prospective gladiators.