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If they don't manipulate the schedule and blow biased calls, the propaganda could easily go astray, making people think that Kazimierz is a fair and just country for those infected, and that as long as you work hard, you can succeed.

The goal is to fight our way through the arena, forcing them to resort to underhanded tactics, so that their ugly faces can be exposed, and the infected and oppressed commoners of Terra can see the true nature of these nobles and the truth behind their tricks.

However, these words are not appropriate for the Red Pine team, who are overwhelmed by such unexpected treatment. They need to truly fight, truly bleed and sweat, to truly prove themselves under these people's rules.

Whether they are infected or poor, they will never rise above their circumstances; their only chance is to fight back.

"Could there really be any idiots who think that all this weaponry we brought is just to arm gladiators and make money?"

Ivan felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the densely packed equipment in the armory. Of course, some of this was intended for propaganda purposes, to arm gladiators.

However, they were mostly intended to arm these "Spartans" when they finally launched an uprising.

"Of course I prepared extra weapons. After all, it's a competition, there are winners and losers, but I don't really like losing, you understand?"

The silver-haired nobleman revealed a cold smile, while the Kazimierz official in front of him wiped his sweat. "Yes, yes, I understand, but this is too much."

"Of course, otherwise, how would we get those lowly people to spend their money? Even if their brains aren't as sharp as a walnut, they still have to put in some effort to fool a bunch of monkeys. After all, gold is innocent, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" What could he say in the face of the double attack of crimson gold and noble privilege?

It must be said that Black Serpent's education was truly excellent. Talulah portrayed a nobleman who disregarded human life, arrogantly treating gladiators as tools for profit, with remarkable realism.

Her explanation for these weapons was simple: she was betting on both sides, sponsoring several teams at the same time, manipulating matches, and scraping money from the infected, civilians, and minor nobles. Naturally, this required several different versions of a large number of weapons, and she also needed to disguise match-fixing as a matter of equipment selection.

This also sparked heated discussions among the public, shifting attention to these weapons, and incidentally, she was also advertising her own business while selling weapons.

At that time, the fans in those mercenary groups will naturally choose the same equipment to support their favorite team.

She owned all the equipment for several versions and teams, so she naturally made all the money in one go. As for the lives of ordinary people, the deterioration of public order, and the instigation of anti-government sentiment, these were not her concerns—at least that's how the officials and nobles of Kazimierz saw it.

"As expected of a high-ranking noble from the Ursus Empire, these methods are simply... too wicked. But I like it. Watch closely and learn from them!"

The nobles behind the scenes now have no doubt whatsoever about Talulah's purpose and identity. Could a villain capable of such a thing be an angel? They are the beneficiaries of a class!

However, there are no classes that betray their classes, but there are plenty of individuals who betray their classes, and Talulah is one of them.

"Ugh—" Talulah gagged. Although it was just a performance, it still made her feel a little nauseous.

However, this was necessary; she had to play the role of this noblewoman well in order to protect the infected and ensure that the entire plan could proceed quietly under this guise.

"Mmm...so delicious!" The nutritious meals are made with farm produce, including protein blocks made from minced fish, synthetic tuna meat cold-dressed with high-quality olive oil, a mixed vegetable salad containing at least seven different kinds of vegetables, and brown rice.

For athletes like Granati who are in good physical condition, the choice is to supplement her with a lot of protein and fat to address the physical damage caused by her much higher exercise volume and calorie intake.

"And drink the soup too." Herbal egg soup, made by stewing herbs and eggs, is used to regulate the body. The recipe comes from a secret recipe of the Shield Guard.

"After lunch, rest for thirty minutes, take your medicine, and attend a weapons and equipment maintenance class. I will introduce you to the weapons you will be using in the future."

Granati is a noblewoman's daughter who was exiled from her family because she was infected with Oripathy. She is slightly different from other infected people. She has her own preferred weapons and equipment, and she is a little... distrustful of the equipment that Ivan mentioned.

"Dangdang!"

"Your records show that you were born into a knightly family and have used both muskets and shields. So our first lesson will be to familiarize ourselves with the muskets here."

What Ivan brought up was Old Xia's improved Victoria steam knight musket and the standard shield of the Shield Guard.

"Note that although the thermal blade does not violate the tournament rules, it is still an Originium weapon, and the organizing committee may ban its use in the following matches..."

The only prohibited weapons in the Unrestricted Arena are Originium equipment. However, the lack of restrictions on gunguns, grenade launchers, and crossbows only applies to high-stakes, high-stakes matches; they are prohibited in normal matches.

A combat-grade enhanced gunlance with a folding thermal blade. When unfolded, it becomes a heavy greatsword; when folded, it becomes a gunlance.

"The core contains a tungsten steel armor-piercing spike, which is launched using a pressurized blast. When it hits the target shield, it is enough to penetrate the shield and double-layer armor. However, there is only one shot, so the timing of its use must be precise." The armor-piercing spike itself is powered, somewhat like a rocket drill, which will drill behind the target shield and then detonate.

"It has a rotary magazine, just like the one you use. However, this one has a double-acting mechanism, so as long as you can withstand the recoil, you can fire all six shells in one second."

As for the issue that the shells themselves are not up to the standards of the competition, they are the Dragon Flame Jet Armor-Piercing Shells manufactured by Lao Xia... well, as long as the organizing committee changes the rules and bans them, we'll use them.

"Made of a new type of heterogeneous steel alloy, it weighs only half as much as a normal gun. It has an extended folding rod at the end to balance the weight. Next, I will teach you the techniques of the Ursus War Axe, such as the technique of using the slide to hold the end for thrusting and powerful slashing to accelerate."

Ivan was telling the truth; he would indeed teach these people the combat skills of the Ursus Elite Shield Guards, especially the power generation and blocking techniques summarized by Big Daddy.

As for the fast attackers in the team, they are handed over to another coach, who is the Ursus Vanguard Swordsmanship Instructor who was obtained from Hellagur.

Although not as formidable as General Helag, he is still highly skilled in dual-sword techniques. Combined with the power-melted swords manufactured using Agor's technology, if he still cannot defeat his opponent, then he is truly too weak.

Because Lateran's firearms cannot be used—which would give Sakta too much of an advantage—ranged attackers cannot be equipped with Snow Rabbit rifles or thermoelectric weapons. However, another version of thermoelectric weapons can be used: the Freeze Cannon, which uses a leaf-cooled tube.

With control, fast attacks, and defensive counterattacks all covered, the remaining two can be trained as Ursus Assault Warriors and Sarkaz Warlocks, thus completing the team's functions. As for healing units, they are relatively difficult to train, so they will be temporarily omitted.

Anyway, the maximum number of participants in the tournament is 7 (a maximum of 7 operators). We can add two more later. If we can't find any local operators with clean records, we can find two from Rhodes Island Medical Center. If all else fails, we can also bring Dr. Sussurro from Lungmen to fill in.

The next step is pretty much like, "Comrades, freeze cannon!"

"Comaresh, Volcanic Staff!"

"Comrade, combat robotic arm!"

Talulah's goal is to dominate the arena, force the opponent to resort to dirty tricks, and then use the broadcast network to put on a show for all of Terra. This is what she means by "igniting the flames of the tower of Kazimierz"!

Chapter Fourteen: This is not a competition!

Chapter Fourteen

"Clang!" The training musket slammed into the shield, sliding rapidly to the side along the smooth surface. Before Granati could adjust his gait, the lower edge of the flying shield struck his jaw.

If she hadn't had something in her mouth, she probably would have been rushed to the hospital immediately for biting off her tongue. But this incident also made her dizzy and caused her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

"You think you've got all that strength? Haven't you eaten? Stand up!" Ivan roared, shield in hand. "Aren't you from a knightly family? Show some knightly spirit!"

Born into a family of knights, she had never participated in war and naturally did not know that elite shield guards were not all the same. Most of the shield guards like Ivan, who followed their father, had fought on the battlefield with the knights who fought alongside Kazimierz.

The assessment of these shield guards was that one shield guard could take on a squad of knights.

In other words, it would take a standard Kazimierz knight squad to barely handle him, let alone this guy who has become even more formidable on the battlefield over the years, while Kazimierz has become increasingly... complacent and lazy.

Knights began to pursue flashy but impractical armor and the cheers of the arena. Veteran warriors like the Conqueror Knights were ostracized from the central command, and the new Conqueror Knights were all arena stars. Some even became tools for various nobles to control the games.

As for Granati, a novice who had never received formal training and couldn't even beat this downgraded fighting knight, he naturally couldn't bring any surprises or satisfaction to the instructors.

To be honest, Ivan thought her skill level was about the same as other children her age on the farm—above average, quite excellent.

But those kids were all children of farmers, not from prestigious families with a long history of learning, nor were they skilled martial arts masters. They were just a group of farmers who had learned noble swordsmanship from Talulah in physical education class and had received some physical training tips from their fathers. The most talented among them were even better than the young lady from the knight family in front of them.

Ivan shook his head. Sure enough, Talulah and his father were right. Whether it was the infected or those farmers, they were no different from these so-called noble bloodlines, perhaps only differing in individual talents.

After all, people are indeed different, but training can completely make up for these differences, as long as the talent gap is not too great.

Granati used her musket to support herself as she shakily stood up and regained her stance. After several training sessions, she had a deep understanding of the instructor's strength. The heavy blows that she could deliver, which made gladiators and even recruit knights retreat, were like a gentle breeze in the instructor's hands, leaving them completely unmoved.

Ivan didn't teach her the full fighting style of a shield guard; he only taught her some techniques and methods of power generation. Then, based on his years of experience fighting against the conquering knights, he assessed her progress and guided her towards developing in the direction of a conquering knight. Of course, he also taught her techniques for countering the swordsmanship and spear techniques of the Kazimierz knights.

For example, using a flash shield to block a spear thrust, taking damage in exchange for closing the distance and limiting the opponent's evasion, then cleaving them in two with a halberd – this is a strategy of trading injury for life.

For example, when your equipment is better than the opponent's, you can use a large shield to disrupt their balance, forcing them to stop charging to avoid falling.

As for basic shield-bombing techniques, he taught a lot, which made Granati feel that he had gained more from the training in the past few days than in the past few years. These were not fancy arena fighting techniques. Many of them were neither beautiful nor pretty, and even a bit sleazy and shameless. But these were all lessons learned by risking one's life on the battlefield.

These tactics are effective against veteran warriors who go to the arena to practice and maintain their form, although they might leave the latter dumbfounded and trigger Ursus PTSD as a side effect.

Among these tactics, after considering the arena environment, the most despicable and shameless is to plant a shield in the ground, misleading the opponent into thinking you should hold your ground, then using the shield as a shovel to throw sand into their eyes and run away, followed by a decisive six-barreled barrage—

Although Ivan said that this technique was used in Ursus with crossbows instead of guns, the principle was the same.

"Then, instructor, what if there isn't a suitable sandy area?"

"Place a bag of lime on the bottom bar of the shield..."

"Uh……"

"If you don't have lime packs, you can add high-intensity flashers to your shields. This is very useful for the knights of Kazimierz, but later they all put blindfolds on their mounts and themselves. It's only used for one-on-one duels and disruption. If you encounter a knight charge, the only way is to trust your comrades and form a wall together."

"Instructor, this is too despicable!"

"There is no despicable behavior on the battlefield, only victory..." Ivan glanced at the girl who still had a knightly spirit, "Only victory brings glory, and defeat brings nothing."

Meanwhile, several people on the other side were also undergoing training to avoid giving off too much of an Ursus elite force vibe.

So the instructors weren't all from Big Dad and Helag; some came from Old Xia's side too.

For example, the boy in charge of breaking through enemy lines who uses a greatsword is learning how to use a greatsword and a single-edged sword from a swordsman codenamed Flamebringer who came from Kazdel.

The warlock, on the other hand, received a remote correspondence course. Unfortunately, Little Sheep couldn't get away, so he had to take a remote course, studying legitimate warlock courses from Letania and Columbia.

The fast attacker wielding dual swords was beaten to a pulp by the instructors from Herag's side, crawling all over the ground with blisters on both hands, clearly having undergone intense training for quite some time.

The last instructor to practice with the long-range crossbow was found in Lungmen. He was supposedly a former sniper in the Royal Guard Bureau who retired and became a coach at a shooting club. He was probably the least qualified instructor among them.

However, the equipment they used was also the most expensive. The tournament didn't allow the use of firearms, at least not Lateran firearms equipped with Originium ammunition, because it was simply a matter of which team had the most money.

It's neither interesting nor entertaining, nor is it a gamble—whoever can buy high-quality firearms and enough etched ammunition wins.

However, explosive bolts and Originium spell bolts are still allowed to be used. Warlocks are even allowed to use drones as auxiliary tools. When their shooting skills are difficult to match those of their teammates, their snipers become the gunners.

Since we can't achieve anything in terms of accuracy and fancy shooting, let's go for a rapid-fire strafing style.

The pneumatic crossbow has an automatic cocking mechanism and three bolts per group. Its purpose is to fire in bursts. The training requirement is to avoid hitting teammates in the back in a chaotic battlefield. It is enough to know when to suppress, when to hide, and when to run away.

Meanwhile, the owner of the Casimir Wind Team, the opponent in the second race, was discussing with his head coach about throwing the game. "In this race, we can only lose, we can't win, but we can't lose too easily. We need to put enough pressure on the opponent, and it would be best to kill half of their players before losing."

Because their ranking is already quite high, when they face off against such a weak team, there will definitely be a lot of people betting on them to win, which is the perfect opportunity to fleece these "leeks" (victims).

Moreover, the organizers of the competition also felt the same way. This infected team had a lot of momentum, and it would be a waste to eliminate them now, since the infected spectators didn't have much money.

Moreover, the previous infected team performed poorly, so ordinary people generally wouldn't bet on them to win.

Even if they are both infected, they can only offer emotional support, not the life-saving money they hide under their mattress to buy food for the next day.

Therefore, these people must be shown hope before they will take their money from the most remote and hidden places that even tax officials cannot find.

The money earned from this small portion can not only be recouped from other viewers, but also pave the way for future profits. Of course, match-fixing can't be too blatant. Otherwise, the odds won't look good.

Let this team win two games first to attract the infected and the poor to bet, and then defeat them normally. This back-and-forth keeps the infected team sliding up and down within a certain range, constantly drawing in new victims, and also prevents them from actually winning and gaining the honorary knight status.

Once the value has been squeezed dry and the betting rate has dropped, they are swiftly and decisively executed, wiped out, and removed from the list, waiting for the next generation to continue.

The windmill team's coach was a veteran knight hired by the boss at great expense. He frowned deeply, as this behavior was contrary to the spirit of chivalry and made him very uncomfortable.

However, the Qasimir government is pursuing a policy of "promoting civil over military affairs." It is a time of peace and an era of civil officials. The military pay of these knights who have fought in the war is delayed for various reasons, and their pensions are pitifully small. Most of their meager income from their fiefdoms is embezzled by local officials.

In other words, he was broke. Not only him, but the other retired veterans in the team were also in such dire straits. Old guys like him, who were still strong and experienced, could still earn some pocket money in the arena, and even when they couldn't fight anymore, they could still be instructors.

The fate of disabled veterans is even worse. He needs this job and this money, not only for himself but also to help his comrades. So, even though this match-fixing behavior is completely against the code of chivalry, he has no choice but to do it.

Who is their head coach?