The next night, the camp entered its busiest day of the year.
Beginning in the afternoon, a number of convoys with soldiers and escorts drove into the training camp area one after another.
The large playground throughout the camp is filled with all kinds of luxury cars that are rarely seen in Eritrea.
Chiefs with big beards, white turbans and headbands, or successful European and American people in suits and leather shoes with neatly combed hair so shiny and slippery that even ants can't stand on their feet, crocodile leather shoes and large rings full of temporary and gem-encrusted rings on their hands walked to the arena in the company of the Eritrean military and government officials.
Hundreds of Eritrean special forces and more than 100 animal battalion guards were responsible for guarding the camp.
Five steps and one post, ten steps and one sentry, such as facing the enemy.
All the lights were lit up, and the camp was like daylight.
There are a total of four indoor fighting training grounds in the entire beast camp, and tonight's Hell Fighting Tournament will be set in the largest hall 1, the center of the arena has already been cleaned, the original four rings have been removed, replaced by a large iron cage with a diameter of 15 meters, and there are two iron mesh doors on both sides of the cage, which can allow two opponents to enter from different directions.
Once the cage is closed, it is a desperate situation inside, and only one person can stand and walk out.
The stadium is very shabby, and there is not even air conditioning, but the land here is not valuable, so the stadium built is very large, which can accommodate 5,000 people to watch the game at the same time.
Outside the VIP area to the east, the remaining three sides are occupied by mercenaries from the animal camp and some Eritrean government personnel or military personnel who are not qualified to enter the area.
In order to increase the atmosphere, a large square is hung on the ceiling directly above the venue, and there are large liquid crystals on all sides, which can broadcast the game situation in the center of the stadium at the same time, so that the audience who sits too far away will not jump and scold their mothers.
From daylight onwards, the markets in charge of Robert's Camp Management began to receive a steady stream of bets.
Some people don't even come by themselves, and they ask the people present to place bets.
This kind of battle is no less than any world-class fighting or boxing competition in Las Vegas, North America.
Admission is required for admission, $100 per person, which is not much, but it is a lot of money for 5,000 people.
A team of professional gamblers was stationed in the office of the gym early on, where 40 money counters and 100 money counters were constantly working at the same time, racing against the clock to withdraw money, and a row of more than 30 laptops that could accept electronic money transfers and bets.
Starting at 8 a.m. for the last day of betting, the jackpot pool has risen across the board, breaking records and setting new highs time and time again.
Million...... 80 million ......
One hundred million......
Robert's face bloomed with a smile, and he himself felt that he was too clever to do anything else without a mercenary company, and this camp in Eritrea could bring him an astonishing return in a year.
There are five games scheduled for tonight, but only one is the one everyone is looking forward to.
Nearly 60 per cent of tonight's game was injected into the game, and according to the rules, the closing gate was closed 10 minutes before the start of the game, and no more bets were accepted.
The match between Qin Fei and Zero was placed at the latest, and it was regarded as the finale, and the time was 10 o'clock in the evening.
After the first game started at six o'clock, Qin Fei did not enter the lounge to prepare, but sat on the sidelines to watch the game with his teammates.
The rules of the game here are really different.
Compared to ordinary fighting events, there are no gloves, no prescribed clothing, and it is exactly the usual dress of mercenaries - tactical pants, desert boots, and T-shirts.
Absolutely bare-handed, absolutely primitive.
This reminded Qin Fei of a sentence in his mind, how to fight, how to practice.
It's the same with this death fighting event, how hard you usually fight, how to fight now, and when you enter the cage, the opponent is the enemy on your battlefield, either you die or I die.
In less than five minutes, the two sides in the cage were already miserable, one had a cracked eye, and half of the ear was bitten off.
The two of them refused to give up, still panting, punching each other, and soon collided together like mad bison.
Blood dripped from the two of them and landed on the ground with a clatter, quickly staining the wooden floor of the cage to a shocking color.
The audience was even more passionate, and although it was November, the weather in Eritrea was still hot, and thousands of mercenaries took off their shirts, revealing their angular muscles and centipede-like scars on their skin, which were known as the Medal of Men, which looked hideous in the dim light.
The roar almost ripped off the roof of the entire fight hall, and when you were in it, it was like stepping into purgatory, and all the ghosts roared in unison, but fortunately, you don't need to bring weapons and guns to the entrance rules, otherwise the mercenaries who support different players will definitely not hesitate to draw their guns and face each other.
Even so, there were fights.
On Qin Fei's right, in the stands to the west, the two gangs were like two groups of hungry wolves meeting and hostile in the field, scuffling together and fighting together.
The two sides went into battle shirtless, perhaps from the mercenary groups to which different players belonged, and no one wanted to see their comrades being beaten on the field, and everyone wanted to go into battle in person.
The government troops and the animal camp guards in charge of the guard rushed forward, and batons and gun butts rained down.
Knock one down and drag it out like a dead dog.
Knock down a pair, like a slaughterhouse in the slaughterhouse to throw a good pig into the carriage under the stands, after throwing a foot of the accelerator and drive directly out of the stadium.
There is a fight for life and death on the field, and there is also blood and flesh outside the court.
The smell of alcohol, sweat, smoke, blood, foot odor, and the rotten smell of the air brought on by the sweltering heat of the tropics are all mixed up like a high-concentration stimulant, stimulating everyone's adrenal hormones.
At this time, Qin Fei understood why this beast camp's no-rule fighting competition was called Hell Fighting, and why it was also called Death Fighting.
Here, every face is twisted at this time, filled with the fear of death, the madness of bloodlust, and the worship of killing!
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Qin Fei could find something on the faces of everyone who was watching, of course, including those chiefs and rich people who had been dressed in suits and leather shoes and polite manners, or who were not smiling, solemn and majestic, and had something in common at this moment—that cold and terrifying side.
The faces that loomed in the smoke, the fear aroused by cruelty, the excitement stirred up by blood, were mixed with hoarse throat screams.
The intense spectacle stimulated certain human instincts, the chieftain threw away his turban, the rich man took off his coat, and each of them tore off their usual disguises, allowing the dregs of the killing impulse that had accumulated in the blood for thousands of years to rise.
This is also the most primitive human nature.