Chapter 17

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 17"

weight="106899"

series = ["I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man"]

mode = "manual"

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The competition in the audience became more intense, and the cheers around them also increased.

Qin Nuo was dispirited and soon turned his head and stopped watching.

Qin Xun stood beside him, tut, "Oh, this trick won't work, it must be a little higher. Oh, this girl is really hot."

Not long after, the woman who used the sword stabbed the shoulder of the woman who used the Emei thorn with a sword, and blood splashed. The Emei stabbing woman screamed and fell to the ground.

The victory has been divided, although no lives have been killed, but the scene is bloody and extremely uncomfortable.

Qin Nuo frowned during the whole process, and more than a dozen staff members rushed to the venue and led them down.

Although the woman with the long sword won this game, she was left in the wind before, and her body was bruised by the Emei stabbing woman, covered in bloodstains, and the original clothes were almost torn. Now it is in the ancient times with strict rules and regulations, a woman, as long as there is still a little choice, she will not fall into such a tragic situation.

Qin Xun laughed and explained his doubts.

"Some are the people who came from the sects of vengeance and destruction, and the prisoners came, and some bought slaves and taught them from a minor point. Not to mention those who came from the Southern dynasty captives. They are desperate people, who knows where they came from. But. This is the place of Shence Camp. The path is absolutely right. Even if you buy someone, you can buy with confidence." He lowered his voice, "If you are interested in Ninth Brother, I will let you keep it. Don't worry, others don’t give up face. , Jia Pi can still give our brothers face."

"Is this a business operated secretly in Shence Camp?"

"Ha, it's not secretive anymore. Now the Five Guards of the Forbidden Army, which family doesn't have any private livelihood subsidies. Everyone knows it well."

Qin Nuo thought of Jia Pi and Zhao Pingyi they saw yesterday, and always felt complicated. Not only operates this kind of dehumanizing fighting arena, but also part-time human trafficking.

"This kind of girlish dramas are all gimmicks, to coax those who don't have much knowledge or those who come to Beijing from other places. It's nothing to watch. Brother knows that you don't like watching this. The next one is the highlight. If you want to get rich, it depends on this one."

Next came two young men. One holds a long sword and the other uses a short knife.

According to Qin Xun's statement, these two are highly qualified masters. Qin Nuo knew that the martial artists were also divided into levels.

Qin Xun could not decide which one to bet on. While flipping through the information in his hand, both were captured by Southern dynasty prisoners. They were captured when they broke Jianye City. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided: "The one in blue, Bet one thousand and two hundred gold."

Qin Nuo still didn't make a bet. This kind of comparison of people's lives as a bet was beyond Qin Nuo's ability to bear.

After Qin Xun finished his bet, he finally noticed Qin Nuo's strange face and smiled: "I never thought that Ninth Brother was so soft-hearted. These are prisoners of war or self-selling slaves. They are not worthy of sympathy. The Shence Camp has always been rules and absolutely Will not pit the good people in."

Qin Nuo shook his head, "It just feels like treating strangers like this, even if it is a prisoner of war, it is too cruel."

Qin Xun was stunned, and couldn't help laughing, "Good Ninth Brother, you are so naive, to be able to come in this arena, tell you the truth, it is a very good thing for prisoners of war."

"Far away, most of the 70,000 prisoners in the previous battle of An Dong were sent to the Xicheng Coal Kiln. It was a bitter life. When you come to this battlefield, you can at least get enough food and clothing, and if you are lucky Being redeemed by someone might have a good future in the future."

Qin Nuo was silent. Ancient society has always been cruel to prisoners of war, like the Battle of Changping, killing 400,000 pits in one fell swoop. Although the Great Zhou Dynasty would not kill directly, most of them were sent to mines and coal pits to perform harsh labor, overwork and barrenness. Under such torture, most of the captives will run out of oil and die in two or three years. Being sent to this arena, there may be a glimmer of life.

"Furthermore, the camp at Shence Camp has always been peaceful, unlike our third brother."

"Third brother, Qin Jian, why did you get him involved again."

Qin Xun smiled, lowering his voice. "Eastern camp also has a place in the western suburbs of Beijing. It is the third brother's stock. Hey, that's an excitement. Last time, my brother went there. Oh, there were scenes of ligers eating people. The beast that took the drug was manic and unbearable, and it was extremely powerful. A dozen of them came up to compete with others, and no master could resist it, and they were directly torn to pieces."

"Oh, I don't like to watch this. It's so brutal and bloody, I don't feel like eating for a few days."

Qin Nuo's face sank. He thought it was cruel enough in front of him, but he didn't expect it to be even more extreme. Liger cannibalize people. This kind of scene makes him want to vomit.

The eastern camp is also one of the five guards of the Forbidden Army in the capital. It is commanded by the Guo family, and the capital knows that it is a trusted force of the three princes Qin Jian.

With the effort of speaking, the battle in front of him began.

Both young men use knives. Qin Nuo watched it carefully, and it was really different from the last one. The two moved around, opening and closing, with sophisticated moves. Although young, he used all tricks to kill.

Fighting with real guns and knives has never taken too long, and the slightly younger blue-clothed man has begun to take advantage with naked eyes. The knife was fatal. The man in Tsing Yi on the opposite side was unable to dodge several times. His shoulder and arms were severely chopped.

The atmosphere around the arena began to warm up, with whistles and shouts one after another.

"Chop it, punch hard! Cut that bastard into two pieces!"

"Get up quickly and fight back! I have bet money on you!"

Qin Nuo watched carefully. After a while, the results came out, and the man in Tsing Yi was slashed in the chest and fell to the ground. The undulating chest still breathes.

There was a wave of cheers like a tsunami in the field, mixed with stern screams, it seemed that the gambler who bet the Tsing Yi man was jumping and cursing. At the same time, many voices sounded: "Kill him, hack him to death!" The scene was noisy.

Seeing that the opponent no longer had the power to counterattack, the man in blue hesitated instead, holding the knife and lingering on the opponent lying on the ground.

The man in Tsing Yi on the opposite side staggered to his feet, seeming to say something. It's just too far apart, no one can hear it. Then, the man in blue rushed forward, slashing straight at the man in Tsing Yi's neck.

The man in Tsing Yi also raised his sword and blocked it. However, he was seriously injured and didn't have much strength. Although he blocked the ultimate move, he was hit by the internal force of the knife and fell out of the field.

The man in blue chased for two steps and found that his opponent had fallen out. He stopped, as if he was relieved.

There was a sigh of whistle in the stands, and finally, the referee stepped forward: "The victory is divided." Then he signaled the servant to come forward and led the two people down.

There was another wave of screaming, and when placing a bet, it indicated the life and death of the opponent. This wave of scolding is obviously the group of people who bet on the death of Tsing Yi.

In the room, Qin Xun was so happy that he almost jumped up. He just bet that the man in blue wins and the man in Tsing Yi loses. He was bet on the right.

Qin Nuo suddenly said, "Seven brothers, how much money will I buy for one person?"

Qin Xun was taken aback. Since the beginning of the arena, Qin Nuo's face has not been pretty. He thought he was not interested in this, but he didn't expect to speak at this time.

Also, a young man who doesn't like battlefield gambling. It's just that haven't seen it before, and was taken aback. Now that relax, will be able to know this way and have great joy.

Qin Xun smiled and said: "I just read the information. Today's three games are all ordinary goods. The two women are only afraid that they will be more expensive. The remaining warriors will be able to win more than a thousand. "

"But my brother reminds me that many of these people are prisoners of war and are untrustworthy. Why do you buy them back?" Unless the family runs a small battlefield or has a special hobby.

Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched. The reason for buying someone was very simple. He needed some guidance for his own martial arts. After finding the secret book, he wanted to ask his martial artist at home, but he didn't want to expose his martial arts skills. Little secret, now it’s easy to buy one from here.

These people were captives from the Southern Dynasties or abandoned disciples of the sect. They were unfounded and unfounded people. They were just killed if they were afraid of leaks.

"Ninth Brother, which one do you like?"

"It's the one who competed just now."

"Is that the boy in blue?" Qin Xun touched his chin. The boy looked delicate. Does his Ninth Brother love this?

Qin Nuo's words dispelled his doubts: "No, the older man in Tsing Yi."

"Ah, that's not good enough, and it's broken, what's the use?"

"It's cheap. Who makes my brother poor?" Qin Nuo said frankly.

"Uh..." Qin Xun had nothing to say for this reason.

However, he helped call the manager over and asked about the price and the contract. The price of the loser was much lower, especially for those who had lost several games in a row.

Qin Xun looked at the recent record on the sales deed, and couldn't help but tweeted: "This kind of stuff is still allowed on stage in the arena. It's really a waste." After entering the arena half a year ago, he lost streak and the winning rate was zero.

"This person's strength is actually more than that. It may be that he has his homeland in his heart, and he is begging to die recently, otherwise he won't be sold to His Highness at such a low price." Lin Guanshi explained with a smile.

Qin Xun was full of dissatisfaction: "Old Lin, don't blame us, people who have been fighting and losing can be called more than that..."

Qin Nuo moved in his heart. It turned out that he was not the only one who saw this. Just now he saw that this man in Tsing Yi seemed to have reserved his hand when he was fighting his opponent. Looking down at the sales contract, it turned out to be called Fang Yuan.

It's just this kind of negative mentality. I don't know if he will be willing to teach his martial arts sincerely. Maybe it is a wrong choice to be greedy for cheap? Forget it, anyway, only six hundred taels of silver is spent.