"So what Dawn is saying is that you will use these things in the competition tomorrow?" The lanky Bamond discovered the difference in Verak after hearing what Dawn said, "Can you attack the prison guard?"
"Yes." Verak said.
When he looked at the prisoner from Monlego, he always felt that he had the shadow of Diaz in him. Both men were from Monlego, both were proficient in fighting skills, and both seemed to be taciturn.
"Time is too tight. Even if I teach you a lot of things now, you won't be able to absorb them at all. I will only teach you some of the most basic ones, how to protect your own important parts and how to effectively attack the enemy's important parts, thereby causing the opponent to lose anything at all."
Combat strength, or even death." Balmond stayed away from the area where Daun gathered prisoners, and went to a relatively secluded location to teach Monlego fighting skills.
Verak followed, staring intently at Balmond's movements.
"Do you know what parts of the human body can be used as weapons?" Bamond punched out with great force, then punched the side of the elbow of his other arm into the air, and finally turned around and swept out with a kick, hitting all three attacks.
According to him, it was no more than one meter and at the level of his head.
These three attacks seemed to be full of power, and they were quite crisp and agile when executed. If Balmond had done this to Verak just now, Verak would most likely not be able to react and would be knocked to the ground directly.
"Fist, leg, elbow." Verak replied following the few words Balmond showed just now.
"And the knees." Balmond lifted his knees neatly and gave Verak a brief demonstration, "So there are eight places in total. These eight places are all attack weapons that you can use yourself."
Verak imitated Balmond's movements and assumed several attack postures.
"Meng Lego fighting technique is famous for its ferocity and viciousness. Its biggest feature is that it can use elbows and knees to attack at a very short distance. It emphasizes the sharpness of the attack, and every blow must be smooth, swift and powerful." Bamon.
While correcting Verak's movements, De introduced him to the basic information of Monrego fighting techniques.
Verak tried to throw a punch as fast as possible and pushed out the knee.
"In Mongolia, when we fight, we usually wrap our fists with thick cotton thread like armor and tie them into knots at the peaks of the fists. Then we soak our fists in mucus and sprinkle with broken glass or gravel.
The surface of both fists is extremely rough. (Note 1)" Bamond said, "The power of one punch will increase a lot. If you need it, I can prepare it for you."
"Then I'll trouble you." Of course Verak wouldn't refuse if his strength could be improved.
"Continue now." Balmond nodded slightly, waiting to go back to the prison cell to prepare things for Verak, "The most important thing for you in tomorrow's game is to protect yourself first. I will teach you how to block first..."
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Time flies so fast that the one-hour break time passed unknowingly. On the way back to the work area, Verak and Daun shared the situation with each other. Daun made arrangements for the game based on the different strengths of the participating prisoners.
Verak also learned some basic fighting skills in an hour. Although it is still difficult to apply what he has learned to actual combat, it will always be better.
During lunch, the prisoners in the cafeteria were all discussing tomorrow's competition enthusiastically. Because there were prison guards nearby, they did not dare to talk about the final results of the competition. They only cheered for the prisoners who were determined to participate.
Verak sat at the same table as Ross. After dinner, Ross returned to the cell to rest, and he went to see Lecter as usual.
"Good afternoon." Lecter is always in a good mood. Verak greeted him warmly as soon as he came in, "Is there any new progress today?"
"No." Verak took off his clothes, removed his bandages, and lay down, all in one smooth motion.
Lecter got up and went to prepare the ointment: "I went over to take a look during the break today. Someone is teaching you how to fight, and there are prisoners over there organizing how to beat us tomorrow. It's really interesting."
When Verak was relaxing, he concentrated on learning fighting. Even Keating didn't bother to talk, let alone Lecter: "I find it interesting too."
"Where?" Lecter held up the ointment and applied it to Verak.
"We will take action tomorrow, I won't show mercy." Verak said, "Cooperation is cooperation, and competition is competition. I don't want you to be seriously injured after tomorrow's competition, and you will carry on your emotions on the field later.
on cooperation.”
"I was just about to tell you this, but I didn't expect that it was you who mentioned it to me first." Lecter was extremely satisfied with this, so he had no worries on the field.
If you get hurt, you will stop cooperating with me out of hatred. If you can distinguish between fun and business, of course I have no objection, otherwise I have to take care of your feelings, which will greatly affect my gaming experience."
Lecter will be the focus of Verak's attention tomorrow, and Verak will also be the focus of Lecter's care tomorrow.
Both of them know this very well, and they also know very well that no matter which side wins the game in the end, they will both fight to the death.
"Then let's have fun tomorrow." Verak said.
"I won't be too harsh when the time comes, don't worry." Lecter applied the medicine. Thinking that the healed wounds would probably open up again tomorrow, he couldn't help but grin. "This activity is really interesting. If it goes well,
It can be held regularly in the future.”
Verak inquired about the specific competition format: "Has the competition format been determined?"
"It's confirmed, the prison guards and prisoners are each in one team. Each team can play up to eleven players at the same time. The prison guards have the right to attack the prisoners and the right to substitute players normally. The prisoners are not allowed to attack the prison guards, but they can make unlimited substitutions."
Lecter introduced the rules of the football match that he had determined, "The game is divided into two halves, each lasting forty-five minutes. After the time is up, the side with the most goals wins."
"Are the other more detailed rules the same as normal football games?" Verak asked again.
"There are no rules other than what I say." Lecter shrugged.
Verak's face became a little more solemn. If the rules were only such a short paragraph, there would be too many places to manipulate: "This is too biased on the side of the prison guards. You have not explained how to solve many details and situations. When the time comes,
What should we do if it happens?”
"for example?"
"What if the goals are tied in the end? For example, you said that player substitution on the prison guard's side is the same as the normal rules, but in the end you said there are no other rules except the above. How should you define it then? For example, which side should the referee be?
?How can you guarantee that if you choose a prison guard?
Will he not favor you?" The prisoners are already at a disadvantage in this game. If Lecter is allowed to gain an advantage over the rules, they will really have no chance of victory. Verak listed several points that can make a big fuss.
Where possible, we strive to make the rules of the competition clearer.
What Lecter said, "Prisoners are allowed to send letters when they win" was just to make the prisoners more active and make the competition more intense and exciting. He never thought about actually fulfilling it, so he would never let the prisoners
There is a chance to win the game. Now Verak is fighting for the details of the game rules, which will greatly affect
When the time came for him to interfere, which would affect the outcome of the game to a certain extent, he immediately refused: "We don't have professional players or referees, and most of us don't even know what football is. In this case,
Detailing the rules is equivalent to complicating the rules, which is not conducive to the progress of the game."
Verak did not agree with Lecter's sophistry: "Details will not make the competition system complicated. The purpose of details is to avoid disputes and disagreements."
"There are only twenty hours before the competition starts, and this time is not enough for us to achieve the maximum balance between the original competition system and the new gameplay, and for all participants to digest and use it," Lecter said.
"This is not fair. There are too many loopholes to exploit. You can win no matter what you want. If you insist on this rule that we will lose, then I will advise them to give up the competition." Verak met Lecter.
Reasoning makes no sense at all, so tough measures can only be chosen.
"You can't deny that the problems I mentioned exist, so it's too late to prepare a detailed competition system now." Of course, Lecter was unwilling to see the event cancelled. He decided to make certain concessions, "Let's do this. The referees of the competition will start from you."
Choosing among the prisoners will dispel your worries, right?"
Verak directly recommended Keating and gave the reason for the recommendation: "Then let Mr. Keating be the referee. He is well-informed. He studied abroad in Welland and has some knowledge of football. The most important thing is that he
I have not had much contact with prisoners, nor have I been abused by prison guards, so I am relatively neutral and fair emotionally."
"No, no, no, it's impossible for Keating." Lecter objected flatly. "You say he is fair, but you have a close relationship with him. You are participating in the competition on behalf of the prisoners. Can you guarantee that he will not help you?"
"Then do you have a better candidate?" Verak asked.
"Actually, the best referee is you, but it's a pity that you represented the prisoner's side in the competition." Lecter smashed his mouth, and there was regret in his words, but his tone was clearly mocking, "Then I can't only take care of the fairness of the prisoner's side and ignore it.
We prison guards. Since the referees are selected from among your prisoners, let me choose who will be the judge."
Verak pursed his lips and stopped talking.
He knew that he, who was powerless, could not defeat Lecter at all, so he tried his best to fight for justice for the prisoners, hoping that in the eyes of people like Lecter who were high and manipulating everything, he was just a small and insignificant part of the fun.
chips.
There is no point in arguing with reason in an environment of unequal status.
Just like the previous fight between the Equality Society and the government.
"Then it's settled." After a long silence, Lecter happily finalized the final matters, "Okay, the medicine is basically applied. I'll get you a bandage."
Verak's face was ashen as he sat up from the bed. He took the bandage from Lecter and wrapped it around himself silently.
"Before the work ends tonight, I will go to the work area and inform them, so you don't have to relay it for me." Lecter won the round and looked at Verak's deflated appearance as he walked in the infirmary with pride.
Come and go.
"Hmm." Verak heard that Lecter was warning him not to spread the contents of their conversation indiscriminately, "I don't know anything."
"Adel will notify you in the afternoon..."
"I won't go." Verak explained his plan before Lecter could finish speaking, reassuring him.
Lecter raised his lips with satisfaction: "I believe that our cooperation will be very pleasant in tomorrow's game."
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After returning to the cell, Verak blurred the rules and told Keating the bad news that the referee was decided by Lecter. Keating was stunned for a long time after hearing this: "He didn't even want to fulfill his promise after the prisoner's victory, so
The prisoners were not allowed any chance of victory, and all the maneuverable space was in their own hands."
"It doesn't matter if he doesn't fulfill it. This will anger all the prisoners who have raised their hopes, which is very beneficial to the prison escape plan." Verak was worried about tomorrow's game, "The most important thing is that we can only win this game and not lose. Only by winning can we
The prisoners' confidence and unity are at an all-time high. If Lecter fails to fulfill his promise, he will bear great consequences. But if he loses, it will be a huge blow to the prisoners and once again establish an invincible image for the prison guards."
"The competition system is beneficial to them, and the right of interpretation is also in their hands. Since they choose the referee, they will definitely choose one that is easy to control. Even though they are prisoners, they will still be used by them, and the referees who are prisoners are biased towards the prison guards.
One side is more advantageous than a referee who is a prison guard, and it will not have much negative impact." Keating shook his head and glanced at the thoughtful Verak, "I'm afraid your fight is playing into Lecter's hands."
Verak was also aware of this. He didn't know whether Lecter was really better than him in this fight, or whether he had gained a greater advantage by accident. In any case, it was because he didn't do anything during the conversation.
Considering that prisoners serve as referees, it is even more detrimental to them, making the situation even worse.
"My problem." Verak said, "I didn't think about it at the time."
"You still need to grow up." Keating did not mean to blame Verak. When Verak felt guilty and blamed himself, he calmly comforted him, "This decision is indeed not wise, but you have done a good enough job. Don't blame yourself too much.
Take this as a lesson and just avoid it in the future."
"Teacher, how can we win?" Verak knew that regret was useless, but when he looked straight ahead, he could only see that there was no chance of winning ahead.
Keating said frankly: "I don't know."
"I don't know either." Verak sighed. He didn't want to see the football game really just a game for Lecter. He wanted to make this matter more meaningful to the prisoners.
"Go ahead and play." Keating's eyes were soft, as if to persuade Verak to compromise or to persevere, "If you can't decide, just let it happen. You are only responsible for doing your best."
Verak's eyes flickered. He gritted his teeth and looked outside the cell. It was a scene he was tired of seeing: "I will."
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Not long after Verak went to work in the work area in the afternoon, Adel ordered the prison guard to come and take him to the office to meet. Verak kept his agreement with Lecter and refused to go to the office. He also asked the prison guard to bring a message to Adel, saying that this was Lecter.
Special meaning.
The prison guards also planned to take Verak away by force, but when they heard that Lecter was also involved, they had to go back and report the situation to Adel. After Adel heard the news that Verak would no longer see him, he immediately took him away.
Lecter called into the office.
"Uncle Adel, what's wrong? I'm still busy setting up the football field." Lecter clapped his hands as soon as he entered the door, pretending that his hands were stained with dust and he had just finished his work.
"What's going on at the football match?" The matters about Verak and the football match happened to collide, and Adel patiently asked about the relatively unimportant football match first.
Lecter did not sit at the desk, but sat down in the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and talked to Adel from a few meters away: "Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you, tomorrow is not Easter.
I will organize a football match between the prison guards and the prisoners to celebrate the holiday. You can also come over and have a look tomorrow morning and join in the fun."
"It's going to be held tomorrow, and you're just reporting it to me now?" Adel leaned back on his chair, suppressing his anger, "What right do you have to step over me and directly hold an event of this level?"
"I said hello to my father, do I still need to say hello to you?" Lecter moved his father out to suppress Adel.
Adel raised his head slightly, lit a cigar, and used the smoke to cover his cold and solemn face: "According to you, the prison does not need the position of warden? All matters need to be reported to the Minister of Justice?"
"I don't know that." Lecter held the water glass in both hands and took a sip of water as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Cancel the event." Adel ordered.
How could Lecter give up after reaching this point: "You had to tell me ten days and a half months earlier, maybe I would have given you this face, but now, it's impossible."
"So, as the deputy warden, are you going to disobey the warden's order?" Adel flicked the ash from his cigarette and said in a bad tone, "Your father allowed you to be fully responsible for the gold matter, and also allowed you to control the whole thing.
A prison?”
"That's not true." Lecter thought quickly and connected the gold matter with the event. "But the purpose of this event is to obtain clues about gold. It can also be regarded as a gold matter, right? Don't worry, I am very good at what I do.
I will never provoke you if it is appropriate and not within the scope of my power."
Adel frowned and leaned forward with a very oppressive body: "Is it related to gold?"
"Yes."
"What exactly?"
"I don't need to disclose the specifics, right?" Lecter really didn't have a plan. He just wanted to use gold to cover up his overstepping of authority.
Adel cut into the real purpose of calling Lecter: "Did you instruct Chris not to come to see me?"
Lecter was a little confused when he heard this, but he continued: "It's me. I don't think it's necessary to hide this matter, and it can't be hidden at all. There is no need for you to fight to the death, the position of warden is for you
It won't be long before it's mine."
"Chris told you all the conditions I gave, right?" Adel said.
"That's right, I told you everything. When we saw that the conditions you offered were far inferior to mine, we chose to continue our cooperation. If we continue to cooperate, there is no need to see you!" Lecter laughed playfully, and now
He was sure of victory and had no fear of Adel.
Adel stood up, holding a cigar in his mouth, and sat opposite Lecter wearing the warden's black coat: "The position of warden actually means nothing. It just happens that the only two people in the world who want to be here are here."
"I didn't have much curiosity about the position of warden, but since you've been refusing to leave, I really want to squeeze you out." Lecter diligently poured a glass of water for Adel.
"Heh..." Adel picked up the water glass and took a sip.
Lecter stood up and left: "Remember to come to the game tomorrow."
Putting the water glass gently back on the table, Adel wiped the water stain on Lecter's previous place, then returned to the desk, opened the drawer with a complicated expression, and looked at the drawer full of envelopes.
The signatures on those envelopes were all Sharif Adel, but they were sent to different places, some in the northern border of Brescia, some in the southern archipelago, almost all over the country.
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In the evening, after all the prisoners had dinner and returned to the work area to resume work, Lecter made a special trip over to announce the game time and format of tomorrow's football match.
As soon as the competition system was announced, even the most unreasonable prisoners knew how disparate the advantages of the two sides were. Prison guards could attack them, and the vague rules gave Lecter room to explain to the prison side. These unfair rules seemed to be ruined.
Like a basin of cold water, it cooled down their fighting spirit.
After hearing this, Ross immediately became disheartened: "We will lose, this is Lecter's game."
Verak didn't know how to encourage Ross to get back on his feet. He looked at the leather shoe production area from a distance, and Dawn, who was producing leather shoes there, also looked at him.
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October 20th, Peace Day.
In the morning, all the prisoners took a half-day off. Verak and the others got up early to do warm-up exercises in the cell, while waiting for the prison guards to arrange for them to have breakfast, but in the end they only received the notice to prepare for the competition at 8:40.
And due to the size of the venue, they could not all arrive in the square to watch the game. Most of them had to stay in the cells. Only 200 prisoners who were confirmed to participate were placed in the canteen waiting for arrangements. After the game started, only 200 prisoners among the 200 were competing.
Eleven people have the right to enter the square.
Different from the prisoners, dozens of participating prison guards were all on standby in the square.
In this way, when changing prisoners, the prisoners need to rush from the cafeteria to the square, while the prison guards only need to take one step forward to enter the competition venue.
Facing the trick of secretly weakening their strength before the game even started, Verak was helpless. At 8:55, he, Dawn and ten other prisoners were summoned from the canteen waiting area to the square. As soon as they entered, they heard a crowd of people.
The prison guards who filled the guard post hurled abuses and insults at them.
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Note 1: Regarding the prototype of Mongolian fighting technique, Muay Thai, part of the content of Muay Thai is taken from unsigned online articles.