This is Zhao Ziliang's first time in prison.
The environment is really bad.
There is always a stench lingering in the cell.
The small space and mess make people feel extremely depressed.
No wonder no one wants to go to jail.
It is really uncomfortable.
Zhang Huchen and Bart were already asleep.
Both of them were very nervous people.
They could sleep no matter where they were.
When they were tired from killing enemies on the battlefield, they would fall asleep on the pile of corpses.
It had been a long time since Grayling was captured by the slave-catching team of the Moulin Rouge and became a slave.
She had just been freed but was locked in a cell again.
This made her look extremely restless and stared at the cell.
There was a cold light flashing outside.
Wan Qingming was originally the spy chief, with a gloomy mind and a lot of joy and anger.
Such an environment was nothing to him.
He kept sleeping against the wall with his eyes closed.
It is almost dark here, with only one small window.
Even if all the obstructions on the window are removed, an adult cannot get out.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was almost dawn, but I remembered the dull footsteps in the prison corridor.
There were five people.
Wan Qingming opened his eyes.
Graylin changed from a sitting position to a squatting position.
It seemed that she was ready at any time.
Take action.
Five figures appeared outside the cell.
Behind them were four soldiers in armor.
In front was a warden.
This man was wearing a long-sleeved tunica and a purple-trimmed toga.
The Eastern Roman Empire inherited some cultural characteristics from the Roman Empire, and also followed them in the art of clothing.
During the Roman Empire, Westerners' clothing styles were simple and single-colored.
By the time of the Eastern Roman Empire, clothing art was influenced by three characteristics: the classical style of Rome and Greece, the mystery of the East, and the ascetic spirit of the church.
These three qualities were very clearly reflected in the clothing of the Eastern Roman Empire.
There are also obvious differences in the clothing of nobles, officials and civilians.
Ordinary civilians have to engage in labor, so their clothing styles and colors are quite simple, without any decoration.
Women do not dress up, but donate jewelry to the church.
They usually wear white loose gowns and sleeved jackets, which are simple and elegant, but funeral attire is Brightly colored; as in the days of the Roman Empire, only those with Only men with civil rights are eligible to wear toga robes.
The toga robes worn by ordinary people are generally made of linen, while the toga robes worn by officials and nobles are generally made of wool.
This is a semicircular length of about 6 meters.
Meters, about 18 meters at the widest point, a wool garment that functions as a shawl, ribbon, and apron.
When wearing it, a linen tunica is usually worn underneath, and then the toga is placed on the right shoulder and around the whole body.
Tunica was a short-sleeved knee-length tunic during the Roman Empire, but became long-sleeved in the Eastern Roman Empire.
Women could not wear togas, but could only wear stora.
The clothes of officials are all trimmed, and the clothes of nobles are not only trimmed, but also decorated with patterns and embroidery.
This kind of embroidered fabric almost comes from the East.
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When women in the Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire participated in sports competitions, they would wrap cloth straps around their chests to fix their breasts.
This cloth strap was called a strophium, and the loincloth was called a pannu.
The former is said to be a modern female bra.
The originator, the latter is the prototype of briefs.
The warden shook his head to the soldiers behind him.
A soldier on the back left came forward and knocked on the cell door made of wooden pillars with a spear, shouting: "Get up, get up, all get up.
I have something to ask you, please hurry up."
Everyone in the cell woke up.
Zhao Ziliang stood up and walked towards the cell door.
Zhang Huchen and Bart immediately passed him and walked in front to block him behind him.
Bart asked: "Sir, are you still allowed to sleep?
It's not yet dawn. " The warden's eyes switched between Zhang Huchen, Wan Qingming and Zhao Ziliang, and finally stopped on Zhao Ziliang's face.
This man was quite discerning, and he quickly identified Zhao Ziliang as the leader of the group and asked: "Who are you?"
People say your name and identity” Bart shouted: "Sir, you came here in the middle of the night just for this little trouble, right?"
The warden stared at Bart and said coldly: "If you interrupt again, I will send you to the arena to fight with those death row prisoners."
Zhao Ziliang said: "I am just a guard of a caravan coming from the East.
I am not worthy of being so concerned about."
Bart translated his words, and the warden sneered: "Do you think I will believe what you said?
There are several groups of people outside looking for you, trying to get you out, and each group has different backgrounds."
Xiao, I think you'd better tell the truth, otherwise, I will send you to the arena to get enough benefits before letting you out.
If you die in the arena, you deserve it."
Zhao Ziliang crossed his arms in front of his chest and said: "Sir, you don't need to threaten us.
I think your main purpose of coming here is definitely not to ask about my identity.
If I were you, I would let us out immediately, because You can’t afford to offend every group of people outside who are looking for us.
If you want to use us to squeeze some money out of those people, I’m afraid you will take the money but not spend it.”
The warden looked at Zhao Ziliang quietly, and after a few minutes he said: "You are really a smart man.
But I will figure out your identity sooner or later.
Someone, bring that woman out."
The jailer used the key to open the iron chain on the cell door, and the cell door was opened.
Two strong soldiers holding spears came in, held Graylin up, and walked out.
Zhang Huchen, Bart and Wan Qingming turned to look at Zhao Ziliang.
Zhao Ziliang sighed: "It seems that we have to go and see for ourselves who is behind this.
Let's do it."
Zhang Huchen and Bart, who received orders from Zhao Ziliang, were like tigers released from a cage.
With one punch each, they smashed the heads of the two strong soldiers holding Gray Lin off with one punch.
Wan Qingming's hands and feet on the other side were not slow either. , he stretched out his hand, and a thin object flashed away, and he saw the warden outside the cell with a wooden stick stuck in his forehead, and he fell back with a frozen face.
While these people were taking action, Zhao Ziliang had already stepped out and walked out.
By the time they killed the warden and the two jailers, Zhao Ziliang had already stepped outside the cell with one foot.
The remaining two jailers were frightened.
Shouting "Someone has escaped from prison", he pointed a spear at Zhao Ziliang's chest and stabbed it.
Zhao Ziliang instantly stretched out his hands to grab the spearheads of the two spears and moved them outward.
The two jailers rushed over involuntarily.
Zhao Ziliang let go of the spears, made fists with both hands and punched them out at the same time.
His fists hit the two jailers with rapid momentum.
In his chest, two bones cracked at the same time.
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When he looked again, the chests of the two jailers had collapsed, their eyes almost bulged out, and they saw that they would not survive.
Zhao Ziliang walked out along the corridor without stopping, tearing off the iron chains on the doors of every cell he passed as he walked.
Some cell doors were even torn down directly.
When Zhang Huchen and Bart saw it, they also Following suit, Wan Qingming found a bunch of keys from the corpse of a jailer, opened the cell doors one by one, and released the prisoners inside.
As Bart broke the chains and opened the cell door, he shouted: "If you want to escape alive, please open the doors of all the cells.
If everyone escapes together, the chance of successfully escaping alive will be greater."
These words convinced the prisoners who had just been released.
Many of these criminals are smart people.
Naturally, they know that the more people escape, the greater the hope of survival.
This requires more guards to chase and intercept.
Only a few people will soon be able to escape.
Blocked back by guards.
So these prisoners who had just been released also joined the ranks of opening cells one after another, and more prisoners were released.
The fighting just now alerted the nearby prison guards.
Some guards ran over with weapons, and some archers standing on high places began to draw their bows and shoot arrows at Zhao Ziliang and others who were walking in the front.
"Whoosh" a sharp arrow shot over.
Zhao Ziliang tilted his head, stretched out his hand to grab the arrow shaft like lightning, and then threw it towards the place where it was shot.
"Ah" a scream came, a figure fell from a high place, and fell to the ground with a "crash".
Archers kept shooting arrows from high places, but Zhao Ziliang caught them and threw them back to kill them.
Several archers were shot to death and fell down.
Wan Qingming threw the key to Gray Lin and asked her to open each cell door.
He and Bart took off the longbows from the corpses of the archers on the ground, put the quivers on their backs, and started shooting in the distance with bows and arrows. jailer.
On the opposite side of the cell, a dozen jailers rushed in, led by a leader holding a big sword.
They lined up in a neat formation, one holding a spear and the other holding a short sword.
Wan Qingming and Bart shot at each other with bows and arrows, but the arrows were blocked by the jailer's shield.
Zhao Ziliang walked past the jailer's body, raised a spear with his toes, took it and quickly threw it towards the opposite side.
The spear was thrown with great force and sank, and there was a crackling sound in the air.
In the blink of an eye, the spear penetrated the shield in front of it, penetrating three shields and the bodies of three jailers in a row.
"Sir, let me do it."
Zhang Huchen said and took off an iron chain from a cell door.
He tied one end of the iron chain to his arm, turned his wrist to grab the iron chain, waved his arm, and swung the other end of the iron chain.
Towards the front, the jailers who had lost three people were hit by chains as soon as they closed their formation.
"Ah" one of the jailors in the front row was hit and fell to the ground motionless.
Zhang Huchen waved his arms and smashed them again.
Four jailers were knocked down in a row.
The remaining jailers became timid and further gathered their formation to block the situation and stopped moving forward.
More and more prisoners walked out of the prison behind Zhao Ziliang and others, and soon the entire corridor of the prison was filled.
The few guards standing in front looked nervous and frightened, and large beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads
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