Chapter 203 Slave Soldiers
Gervis had accomplished the main purpose of coming to the slave market today, and he became relaxed. It was a rare trip to the slave market, so Gervis was not in a hurry to leave, and he continued to stroll around the slave market with Pat.
Although this slave market was only separated by wooden walls, the space inside was very large, just like an open-air market in the previous life, with slave stalls connected in a stretch as far as the eye could see.
Moreover, at this moment, many people coming out of the Colosseum also gathered in the slave market. While walking, Gervis found that the slave market began to become crowded.
"Grevith, let's go to the front and take a look. There seems to be something exciting over there!"
Because it was crowded, Gervis walked slowly and simply observed the shops along the roadside leisurely. Everything in the slave market was new to Gervis.
However, while feeling curious, Gervis also felt a little reluctant, after all, Gervis's values were brought from his previous life.
The slaves were handcuffed or locked up like animals waiting for buyers. These slaves included men, women, young and old, the youngest was seven or eight years old, the oldest was in his fifties. As long as there was a demand, they could be found here.
After hearing Pat's words, Gervis withdrew his gaze from the side of the aisle and looked forward. He indeed saw a large crowd of people in front of him, pointing and talking.
"There are stalls of slave owners over there. Every toe of them is more powerful than that Pili just now. With so many people watching, there must be new slaves!"
While squeezing forward quickly, Pat explained to Gervis. After all, Pat had been in Winterfell for a long time and knew a lot more than Gervis, the new noble.
After hearing Pat's explanation, Gervis's pace quickened. Although Pat's comparison was a bit exaggerated, Gervis knew that slave owners were indeed not comparable to middlemen like Piri. These slave owners had noble titles and their own armed forces. The slaves were generally looted from enemy countries, and the slaves they sold were not ordinary slaves like Piri.
These slave owners sell fine products, such as slave warriors, female dance troupes, and beautiful and considerate beauties. These high-end slaves are the slave owners' signature products, because they have their own territories, money and energy to train excellent slaves.
What Piri said about his slaves being trained is complete bullshit. If you think that just whipping them a few times is training, the slave owners will definitely skin them alive if they hear it.
Of course, higher-end slaves meant higher prices, and slave owners sometimes earned more from selling a high-end slave than Piri and his men earned in a year.
When Gervis finally squeezed to the front of the crowd, he found that it was indeed a slave owner, and what was being sold today were actually slave soldiers equipped with weapons and equipment.
The place where the slave owner's stall was located was certainly not like Piri's, where only four wooden sticks supported rags, and the area was not even as big as a toilet.
I saw that this place was surrounded by an area as big as two basketball courts, paved with stone slabs and blocked by low wooden fences on all sides.
At this moment, there were three phalanxes standing in the field, all of them were strong men. These men were all wearing leather armor and equipped with round shields. The weapons in their hands were also divided into three types, spears, long swords and long bows. The three phalanxes were clearly divided by the three types of weapons.
The crowd was talking about these murderous-looking slave soldiers.
The largest group of people in the three phalanxes were the spearmen. Gervis roughly counted them and found that there should be fifty of them, while the longswordmen should have thirty people. The smallest group was the archers, with a total of only twenty people.
"Gervis, these are slave soldiers trained by the slave owners. I heard that they will never disobey their masters' orders. Even if a knife is placed in front of their eyes, they will rush towards the knife without hesitation at the command."
Pat's eyes lit up when he saw the slave soldiers on the field. It was not common to encounter such slave soldiers, only once or twice a year. After all, training so many slave soldiers took a long time, so Pat began to introduce them to Gervis with great interest.
"I heard that there were 200 people training at the same time for these 50 spearmen. They were eliminated through constant fighting, and finally got these 50 slave soldiers. It's a pity that I don't like fighting, otherwise I really would have bought some to keep."
"What will you do when the conscription order comes?"
Gervis knew that Pat didn't like fighting, but there was a campaign to the south every year, and Gervis was a little curious about how Pat had survived so many years.
"Cough! Cough!"
As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face. Gervis's question was indeed a bit sharp, but the two of them were good friends now, so Pat didn't mind. Gervis would know it sooner or later anyway, so he moved closer to Gervis and whispered to Gervis.
"Of course there is no way to hide from the conscription order, but I am not the only one who goes every time. When I know which team I am assigned to, I will take out the gold coins. You know, I became a member of the logistics support team. As long as I am not the vanguard, those weaklings in the Principality of Alban are always safe. Occasionally there are three or two petty thieves, but my 30 cavalry can solve them with a charge."
After hearing Pat's words, Gervis' eyes widened. The actions of the fat man Pat once again refreshed his three views. No wonder the fat man spent a lot of money to build his 30-man cavalry team. Not only did he use war horses, but he even covered the horses with light armor. It turned out that the fat man was afraid of death.
Of course, everyone has their own aspirations, and Gervis would not laugh at the fat boy. He said that when he was forging the full body armor, he put in a lot of effort. He wanted it to be low-key and slightly intimidating.
After thinking for a while, Gervis was speechless. He could only pat Pat on the shoulder and said seriously: "I understand you!"
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"Are there any other masters who are interested in buying? Please come and take your seats. These soldiers are rare weapons of war. The autumn conscription order is coming soon. Masters, you must seize the opportunity and buy these soldiers. They will fight bravely for you on the southern battlefield and win military merits!"
As the crowd grew, a host inside the fence began shouting with a large loudspeaker made of sheet metal.
The seat of honor he mentioned should be the high platform in the middle of the field, where seven or eight noble-looking men were already sitting. These people were sitting leisurely on the sofa waiting.
Following the host's shout, several more nobles walked in from the fence gate at the side, and immediately slave servants respectfully led the way for them towards the platform.
"Come on, Pat, let's go up and sit too!"
Suddenly, Gervis was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the slave soldiers in the field for a few times, and Gervis pushed Pat beside him and said.
"Gervis, you want to buy some too? Let me tell you, these slave soldiers are not cheap. It's better to train a few yourself. After all, you are the husband of the Earl, and no one will dare to send you as the vanguard."
Pat was a little surprised. He had never expected that Gervis actually wanted to buy slave soldiers. After all, slave soldiers were bought to gain military merit during the southern expedition. In Pat's opinion, with what Gervis currently had, there was no need to rely on military merit to improve himself.
Gervis is not only Alice's husband, but also the inventor of wine. As long as he develops his career with peace of mind for five to ten years, Gervis will surely become a great lord, and his future achievements may not be worse than those of some earls. If he now thinks about making achievements on the battlefield to fight for his future, he is on the wrong track.
"Aren't you tired of standing here? Anyway, it's free to go up there, there are sofas and drinks, and people are fanning us. Are we stupid to stand here in the sun?"
Gervis didn't say much, just rolled his eyes and spoke to Pat while squeezing through the crowd.
After hearing Gervis' reply, Pat glanced at the podium and suddenly understood. Then, without hesitation, he used his strong body to clear the way in front, fearing that there would be no seats if he was late.
Thanks to the book friends "鼠子药快面" and "皮卡楚也修仙" for the reward!!!
(End of this chapter)
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