War garbage collection system

The other two spears flew towards the wall closer to the audience side and also pierced into it, but below the spears.

There were more than a dozen boxes piled up there by someone with ulterior motives, and this was a temporary road leading to the auditorium.

After the spear flew out, Qi Chuanwu immediately drew the long sword from his waist and shouted:

"Brothers, follow me to kill the slave owner."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!…”*9

The brothers following behind him also shouted, and then quickly followed.

They were divided into two teams, one team of seven people and the other team of three people.

The seven gladiators stepped on the spears one by one, tapped them lightly four times in a row, and then they leaped up.

After arriving in the audience seats, they shouted loudly:

"Kill! Kill the slave owners! Kill the nobles! Charge! Kill!"

The three gladiators from the other team jumped onto the boxes, stepped on the spears, and quickly leaped into the audience seats.

Thus, the cruel and ruthless killing began.

This sounds like a lot, but it only took a short time, just a dozen seconds.

This time, the noble audience was truly confused. All they had in their minds was:

How is this going?

Am I dreaming?

who am I?

Where am I now?

What on earth do these gladiators want to do?

……

The gladiators pounced on the slave owners like tigers descending from the mountains. They raised their swords and swung them down. Blood splattered everywhere and heads rolled down.

The noble audience screamed in fear and fled in all directions. The scene was in complete chaos.

At this moment, Qi Chuanwu and one of his brothers picked up the microphone and shouted loudly:

"Brother slaves, fellow gladiators!

We're all going to die anyway, so why should we kill each other?

Why should we kill each other in front of these slave owners?

Why don't we kill these slave owners?

As long as we kill these slave owners, we will be truly free.

Dear slave brothers, why can these slave owners have enough food and clothing every day, while we can only suffer from hunger every day?

Why is that?

do you know?

In fact, the root of all this is..."

Qi Chuanwu and his brothers shouted loudly, gave speeches, and slaughtered...

It was not until they were almost done with their speeches that they called out loudly:

"...Fellow slave brothers, fellow gladiators! Take up your weapons and slaughter! Let us kill these noble slave owners!

If we kill them, we will be free, we will have food to eat, and we will have clothes to wear.

Take action! Fellow slaves, fellow gladiators, you are not cowards...

Let's kill! Let's fight harder!

Brothers, follow me! Kill! "

Afterwards, Qi Chuanwu led a team of seven to disperse quickly. With their agility and good coordination, they killed the slave owners in front of them one by one.

The other three-man team was responsible for slaughtering the aristocratic audience and preventing the aristocratic slave owners from escaping.

Half a minute later, the slaves, who had long been unable to bear it, began to resist, and a large-scale killing began.

A minute later, Qin Shimin and his ten brothers also joined in, and the killing escalated.

Two minutes later, the gladiators, whose eyes were red with blood, also began to join in, and the rebellion further expanded.

Five minutes later, the slaves and gladiators who had been touched took up all the weapons they could get, including ropes, stones, and stools...

They began to charge at the slave-owning nobles around them, and the killing further expanded.

Ten minutes later, the slave gladiators who were fleeing outside with the slave-owning nobles also began to draw their bronze swords and rushed towards the slave owners.

It was chaos, chaos, the whole Colosseum was in chaos.

The battle was extremely fierce. The gladiators showed no fear and fought bravely.

Their hearts were filled with a desire for freedom, and every blow from their swords was filled with endless anger.

As time went on, more and more slave owners fell in a pool of blood.

This sudden uprising plunged the entire arena into chaos.

Let’s go back to more than ten minutes ago. What were the Tiger King and his children doing?

When the Tiger King saw four people being hit by spears, flying up and nailed to the wall, he could not help but turn around and ask his eldest son:

"My Lord, do you know why those ten lowly gladiators killed those four people?"

"Father, it should be because the head of the Liu family is scolding them, right? And the head of the Ning family may be because he is the owner of this arena, right?

As for the other two people, maybe it’s because their voices are so loud?

How about this, Father, I'll take a few people to kill them, okay?"

"Hahaha! No, no, they're just a few petty thieves, someone will take care of them.

Let’s sit here and watch the show!”

However, when Qi Chuanwu's voice reached their ears, they were only surprised for a moment and did not stop him. They still looked like spectators.

They really are sitting pretty!

Soon they will pay a heavy price for their decision.

They don't know the importance of publicity yet.

The shadows of Korean stars can be seen in these. As people who have traveled through time from later generations, they must know the importance of publicity.

As expected, before Qi Chuanwu had finished speaking, chaos broke out in the Colosseum.

The Tiger King, whose face was becoming increasingly paler, seemed to understand something.

He roared, stood up suddenly, and then quickly gave the order:

"My Lord, please take some people to stop those two gladiator slaves who are talking."

"Yes, Father."

The eldest prince agreed, turned around and walked out of the room, excitedly planning to do something big.

However, two minutes later, one of his men found him and brought the king's new order:

"Your Highness, please stay. The king's new order is to quickly return to guard the rooms and passages in this area."

"What? What's going on? This prince still wants to have a big fight!"

"Your Highness, let's go back quickly! The king is still waiting for you."

Three minutes later, the eldest prince asked the king:

"Father, what's going on? Why did you call me back? I wanted to..."

"My Lord, now, you should come and take a look outside!"

"Oh my God, why are so many people rebelling?"

"My dear prince, now you know why I called you back, right?

By the way, General Wang, what should we do now? "

"Your Majesty, I think we should leave this troubled place immediately.

After we return to the palace, we will dispatch troops to suppress these rebellious gladiators."

"General Wang, what a good idea!

However, those exits have been blocked by those nobles who are trying to escape, so where can we get out?"

"Your Majesty, if we can find someone from the Ning family now, they will definitely know where the exit is."

"Well, send someone to find the Ning family members for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty.

However, we have one more matter that needs to be dealt with quickly."

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

"Yes, Your Majesty.

I believe that the guards protecting Your Majesty should also be quickly identified.

As long as they are born slaves, we should take away their weapons and make them defend the outermost area.

Otherwise, I'm afraid your majesty..."

"Very good, General Wang, you are right.

My Lord, I will leave this matter to you."

"Yes, father. I will go right away."

Now it’s time to wait.

It's a mess outside!