"A bunch of damn rats! Give up now! Don't waste our time!"
"Who gave you idiots the confidence?! Think you can win the game?!"
"Ted! Beat them to death! Let's see who dares to steal the ball!"
The inmates who had not eaten breakfast were even more affected by the loud abuse coming from all directions. Verak patted the shoulders of the prisoners next to him, leaned forward, and said to the prisoners who were lined up in a row and were about to be the first batch of participants: "No need.
Leave them alone, we'll kick our own ass."
"No matter how hard they scold, they can't hurt us. They can just focus on their prison guards participating in the competition." Standing among the eleven people, Dawn, the largest, spread out his arms and hugged two on each side.
A prisoner said, "Don't be afraid, we will win no matter what! Even if you have a broken arm, it is better than never being able to contact people outside!"
Lecter stood not far from Verak and the others, gathering about thirty prison guards.
There were still a few minutes before the start of the game, and Verak stepped forward and said, "Even if you include substitutes under normal rules, you can only have eighteen people at most."
"There is no limit for you. As long as you have time, two thousand people can come. Compared to two thousand people, it's not too much for me to arrange for a dozen more prison guards to be substitutes." Lecter smiled and took a baton from the prison guard beside him.
Handed to Verak, "Your weapon."
Verak held the baton and waved it. Fortunately, Lecter at least did not do anything with the baton: "Where is the referee?"
"Here we come." Lecter raised his chin towards the entrance of the square.
Verak looked along the direction, and there happened to be two prison guards escorting an old and frail old prisoner in at the entrance. After the thin, stooped old prisoner was brought in, he looked around blankly, obviously not connected.
I don't even know what the situation is now.
"At such an old age, it's a question of whether you can see the foul clearly and whether you have the strength to call it out." Verak's heart sank deeper. He expected that Lecter would take action in arranging referees, but he did not expect that Lecter would take action in arranging referees.
So blatant, "Are you sure he understands football?"
"You, you didn't make it clear to me in advance. You only said that the referee is the culprit, and you didn't say that he was young, but someone who knows the game." Lecter shamelessly pretended to be dumbfounded, "I can't change it now.
It’s too late, so we’ll just make do.”
Nowadays, there is almost no referee, and the rules are also biased in favor of the prison guards. The prison guards watching the game on the sentry line even cursed and affected the prisoners' mentality, which did not benefit them at all.
The only thing that Verak can fight back against the prison guards is, compared with the countless injustices, more like a ridiculous thing, Lecter's way of maintaining fairness and equality on the surface.
Verak walked back to the group of prisoners with a livid face.
"Is that the referee?" Dawn frowned and pointed to the stunned old prisoner on the sidelines and asked Verak.
"Yes." Verak said suppressing his anger.
Dawn knew the old prisoner. The prisoner had been driven insane because he had been in prison for too long. Due to the regulations of the prison, he was allowed not to work, and he was only fed one meal a day and waited for him to die.
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If such a mentally disturbed prisoner is allowed to be the referee, then the referee is obviously a decoration.
"That's too much!" Some prisoners said dissatisfiedly, "We are not allowed to have breakfast, our people are not allowed to enter and watch, and the referee is still a fool. How can we fight in this game!"
"Aren't we just going on stage to get beaten?" someone echoed.
"Shut up!" Dawn yelled through gritted teeth, "No choice! No matter how difficult it is, we have to compete!"
Verak weighed the baton in his hand, with cold eyes, staring at Lecter who was having a lively chat with the prison guard from a distance. Even if he lost, he would not give in easily, he would make Lecter suffer a little.
The whistle sounded, and the two parties stood on one side of the field.
Among the eleven people on the prisoners' side, five of them know how to play football. Daun leads four prisoners who don't know how to play and are mainly responsible for protecting one prisoner each. Because Verak has special rights, he is not limited and can be used according to the situation.
Field mobilization.
Players in football can be roughly divided into four parts according to their responsibilities: goalkeeper, defender, midfielder, and forward.
But neither party made arrangements according to this.
The prisoners' side weakened the distinction between goalkeepers and defenders, midfielders and forwards, and simply divided the eleven players into offense and defense. The prison guards' side was more careless and gathered directly together.
The veteran prisoner served as the referee and decided by tossing a coin that the prison guards would be the offensive team in the first half.
After the game whistle blew, Lecter, who couldn't hold himself back and was the first to play, kicked the ball, followed by a group of prison guards, and rushed straight to the prisoner's side of the ball frame.
"What should I do? They are all gathered together." The prisoner Dao En was responsible for protecting said anxiously.
Just when Dawn was about to speak, Verak ran over with a baton in his hand: "We have to disperse them, we can't let them get together!"
"Yeah!" Dawn had exactly this idea.
"You guys wait for the opportunity!" Verak turned and shouted to the four people in the rear who were mainly responsible for defense, and then rushed towards the prison guards with Dawn and other prisoners.
Lecter passed the ball backwards and handed it over safely to the prison guards. Without waiting for the others, he quickly walked towards Verak: "You are much more proactive than I thought!"
Verak was in no mood to speak, and struck Lecter on the head with a baton.
"call!"
The baton was swung by the strong wind. Lecter looked stern and took two steps back to avoid it. Then he also hit Verak with the baton: "Just hit the head when you come up?! You are more ruthless than I thought!"
"Bang!" Lecter hit Verak firmly on the back with his baton.
Just when he was surprised as to why Verak didn't dodge, but pushed him with his back, Verak, who had been hit hard, grabbed his baton with one hand, and hit him in the head again with the baton in his other hand.
Lecter was grabbed by the baton and couldn't retreat. He had to tilt his neck and turn his whole body sideways to try to avoid it.
"Bang!" The same heavy and powerful stick hit Lecter's arm.
"Uh-huh!" Lecter grinned and let go of his baton, then slumped to the ground clutching his shoulder that was so painful that it hurt to the bone.
Verak, who held a baton in each hand, also wanted to take the opportunity to severely injure Lecter and send the most difficult person to the end first, but before he could take action again, other prison guards arrived in time, and four or five prison guards all shot at him.
Throw the police baton.
Faced with the overwhelming attack, Verak did not dare to take the fight no matter how hard he fought. He took a step back and waved his baton randomly, trying to entangle the four or five prison guards on his own.
The prison guards who temporarily repelled Verak did not pursue him, but surrounded Lecter. The three of them confronted Verak, and the two checked on Lecter's injuries.
Although Lecter is a good marksman, he has never learned to fight. The prisoners have not dared to do anything in front of him and let him abuse him, which gave him the illusion that the prisoners are easy to deal with, so that he had just fought with Verak two or three times.
In the first round, he was knocked to the ground because he underestimated the enemy.
"Go grab the ball!" Verak urged Dawn and several other prisoners who were passing by him. At the same time, in order to restrain the prison guards from covering them, one man broke into the group of prison guards and attacked them in all directions.
The prison guards were not vegetarians either. Taking advantage of their weapons to attack, they built a wall of iron and steel in front of the prison guards who controlled the ball, and fiercely beat back the prisoners.
Even Dawn couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds and retreated.
The situation was much trickier than they imagined. When the prison guards controlled the ball and formed a group, Verak alone could not break it up, and others could only get beaten if they got in.
"This is not the way to play football at all!" the prisoner who knew how to play football cried sadly after being hit with several sticks.
The guards on the sentry line shouted more and more fiercely, inciting the guards in the competition to beat all the prisoners until they could no longer stand up.
The prison guards on the scene did not comply. They suspended their attack and waited for Lecter to stand up.
Verak, who also received several sticks on his body and felt severe pain whenever he moved, retreated to Dawn and gasped: "Is it still possible?"
"Yes, what about you?" Dawn waved his hand to show that he was fine, and asked about Verak's situation with concern. He saw with his own eyes that Verak was beaten several times while trying to buy time for them among the prison guards.
"I'm fine." Verak stared at the prison guards, "Lecter is their core. As long as Lecter is injured, they can delay their attack and even take the opportunity to grab the ball."
"Then let's create a chance for you to hurt him." Dawn immediately understood what Verak meant, "Even if we can't win, we still have to beat this lunatic to death!"
Several prisoners rushed to Verak and Daun's side. In the previous round of attacks, some of them received one or two sticks, and most of them received seven or eight sticks, but fortunately they all still had the minimum ability to move.
"We haven't eaten, and we can't afford to use up our energy against them, so it's better to score goals as soon as possible to consolidate our advantage!" They haven't eaten, especially Verak, who wants to participate in the whole game as much as possible. He can't bear the heavy exertion. His only tactic is to fight
The prison guards were caught off guard and put all their hope in the first half, establishing an advantage in the first half.
"Let's go!" Dawn led the prisoners to endure the pain and launched an attack on the prison guards.
As soon as Lecter regained his composure and stood up, the worried prison guards suggested that he stay down and watch the game.
"I'm fine, go on!" Lecter grabbed a baton from the prison guard, aggressively pushed away the prisoners who surrounded him, and went to find Verak to settle the score.
Just when he pushed the prison guard away, five or six very large prisoners rushed towards him, as if they wanted to knock him out.
"Protect the deputy warden!" the prison guards shouted as they stood in front of Lecter and beat the prisoner hard with their batons.
"Fuck you!" Dawn relied on her size and speed to knock away several prison guards and open up a path.
Verak, who followed closely behind, picked up two batons and smashed them at Lecter.
"You're looking for death!" Lecter, who had agreed before the game, saw that Verak didn't care about the ball and was bent on beating him to death. He was furious. Instead of retreating under the cover of the prison guards, he knocked down the man standing in front of him with a stick.
Before that, the prison guards prevented him from contacting Verak.
Seeing Lecter attacking his own people so harshly, Verak was stunned for a moment, leaving a gap, and was hit on the forehead by Lecter.
Verak immediately became more awake, his head felt like it was about to burst, and severe pain spread from the top of his head to his whole body.
"I'm going to cripple you this time!" Lecter said and swung another stick.
Verak gritted his teeth so hard that he blocked Lecter's attack with a baton, and then struck Lecter's face with a baton.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Verak struck out with three swift blows, beating Lecter, who had been so fierce just now, until he rolled his eyes.
Before he could continue his attack, two prison guards behind him grabbed him and pushed him to the ground.
At this time, other prisoners waiting in the rear rushed over to fight for the football.
The prison guards had to protect Lecter and the football from being taken away, and they suddenly changed from active to passive.
A melee between twenty-two people started in the middle of the football field.
Several prison guards protected Lecter, who once again fell straight to the ground, bleeding profusely from his brow, and fought and retreated.
Verak was pinned down by a fat prison guard, who pressed his baton against his neck. The prison guard's baton left some force so as not to directly break Verak's neck, but he ignored that his own weight was already weighing down his neck.
Lark couldn't breathe.
Verak, whose face was red, looked around. The other prisoners were disturbing the prison guards and trying their best to fight for the football, but no one cared to help him. He had no choice but to stretch his hands forward and strangle the prison guard's neck.
The prison guard was extremely embarrassed for a moment. He thought that he had spared his hand. As a prisoner, Verac should also know the right measures, but he didn't expect that Verac's hand was so strong that he was trying to break his neck. He was forced to
Helplessly, he punched Verak on the head hard and then stood up: "You want to fucking kill me!"
Verak, whose eyesight went dark, was finally able to breathe again. He held himself up and did not get up for the first time, but slowly got up the second time: "You almost crushed me to death. If you crush me to death, you won't be able to survive..."
"Are you so desperate?" the prison guard said, covering his neck with obvious handprints.
Verak shook his head. The prison guard's punch just now made his ears ring. "What did you say?!"
"Get off the field quickly!" The prison guard didn't want to touch Verak, a hot potato. He couldn't be beaten all the time, and he couldn't hit him too hard. "Whether you win or not in this game has nothing to do with you anyway!"
"Can't hear you clearly!" Verak rubbed his head and went to pick up the baton.
"Damn it!" The prison guard stopped trying to persuade Verak and kicked Verak in the abdomen.
Verak, who had no time to pick up the baton, grabbed the prison guard's ankle, and while being kicked, he pulled the prison guard to the ground. Then he ignored the pain, climbed on top of the prison guard, and punched the prison guard several times without explanation: "I can't fucking hear you!
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The football game completely turned into a beating, and the prison guards at the sentry felt that it was even more exciting.
"Old George, don't keep hiding! Knock the biggest prisoner down for me!"
"Well done to Tyton! Beat them to death!"
While the prison guards watching the game were instructing the game without restraint, starting from the entrance of the guard post, an aisle was suddenly vacated in the already crowded guard post.
The aisle expanded rapidly, and in just over ten seconds, it ran through the entire sentry post.
When the prison guards who were shouting at the top of their lungs a few seconds ago saw the person coming at the entrance, they all quieted down and stood calmly, with fear in their eyes.
Sharif Adel, who was burly, wearing the warden's black coat, and holding a cigar with a cold face, appeared at the entrance. He ignored the onlookers who immediately fell silent, and walked straight to the middle of the guard post and stopped.
The prison guard in the middle immediately retreated to both sides, once again making room for Adel.
Adel took a deep breath from his cigar, exhaled thick smoke, and looked at the square under the sentry post. It could almost be called a fighting game.