On the second night, the animal camp entered the busiest day of the year.
Starting from the afternoon, many convoys with soldier escorts drove into the training camp area one after another.
The large playground of the entire camp is filled with all kinds of luxury cars that are extremely rare in Eritrea.
There are chiefs with various beards and white turbans and headbands, or successful European and American people in suits and ties, with their hair neatly combed, so shiny that even ants can't stand. They are all shy and fat.
With a slim waist, handmade crocodile leather shoes customized in London, and a large ring studded with diamonds and gemstones on his hands, he walked to the field accompanied by senior officials from the Eritrean military and government.
Hundreds of Eritrean special forces members and more than 100 animal camp guards are responsible for guarding the camp.
There is a post at five steps and a sentry at ten steps, as if facing a formidable enemy.
All high-wattage light bulbs were energized and lit up, and everything in the camp shone brightly as if it were daytime.
There are four indoor fighting training grounds in the entire beast camp, and tonight's Hell Fighting Competition will be held in the largest hall No. 1. The center of the field has already been cleaned up. The original four arenas have been removed and replaced with one.
A large iron cage with a diameter of 15 meters and a height of five meters. There are two iron mesh doors on both sides of the cage, allowing two opponents to enter from different directions.
Once the cage is closed, there is a desperate situation inside, and one cannot leave until one person falls and the other person is declared the winner.
Although the stadium is simple and simple, and does not even have air conditioning, the land here is not valuable, so the stadium built is very large, and can accommodate 5,000 people to watch the game at the same time.
Except for the VIP area in the east, the remaining three sides are occupied by mercenaries from the animal camp and some Eritrean military and political personnel who are not qualified to sit in the VIP area.
In order to increase the atmosphere, Robert had a large square suspended from the ceiling directly above the venue. It was surrounded by large LCD screens, which could simultaneously broadcast the game results in the center of the venue, so that spectators who were sitting too far away would not jump and curse.
Starting from daytime, the betting desk in charge of the animal camp management office began to receive a steady stream of bets.
Some people even asked people present to place bets even if they couldn't come.
This kind of battle is no less grand than any world-class fighting or boxing competition in Las Vegas, North America.
Admission requires a ticket, which costs 100 US dollars per person. Although it is not much, it is still a big profit after 5,000 people.
A team of professional gaming personnel stationed in the office in the fighting gym early. There, forty money counting machines and one hundred money counters were constantly running at the same time, racing against time to count cash. There was also a row of more than thirty people.
A laptop computer is available to accept electronic transfers for placing bets.
Betting on the last day has been accepted since 8 o'clock in the morning. The lottery pool of the entire market has increased, breaking the previous records time and time again and setting new highs.
Fifty million...
Eighty million...
One hundred million...
The total amount of gambling money is still rising.
Robert's face burst into laughter. He himself felt that he was so smart that he might not even need to set up a mercenary company in the future. The camp in Eritrea could bring him astonishing returns in one year.
There are a total of five games scheduled tonight, but there is only one that everyone is looking forward to.
ZERO versus Qin Fei, the recent star of the beast camp.
Sixty percent of the bets were invested in this game. According to the rules, the gates closed ten minutes before the start of the game and no more bets were accepted.
The match between Qin Fei and ZERO was placed at the end and was regarded as the finale, at 10 o'clock in the evening.
After the first game started at six o'clock, Qin Fei did not enter the lounge to prepare. Instead, he sat outside the court and watched the game with his teammates.
The rules of the game here are really different.
Compared with ordinary fighting events, there are no gloves or any prescribed clothing. It is exactly the way mercenaries usually dress - tactical pants and a quick-drying T-shirt over desert boots.
Absolutely bare-handed, absolutely primitive.
This reminded Qin Fei of a saying in his mind: how to fight the battle, how to practice.
This death fighting event is the same. You fight as hard as you usually do now. Once you enter the cage, your opponent is your enemy on the battlefield. Either you die or I die.
In less than five minutes, both sides in the cage were already in terrible condition. One person's eye was burst open, and the other person had half of his ear bitten off.
The two of them refused to give up. They were still panting and punching each other, and soon they collided with each other like crazy bison.
Blood dripped from their bodies and fell to the ground, quickly staining the wooden floor of the cage shockingly.
The audience was even more passionate. Although it was already November, the weather in Eritrea was still hot. Thousands of mercenaries took off their shirts, revealing their angular muscles and centipede-like scars on their skin, which are called
The man's medal looked extremely hideous in the dim light.
The roar almost ripped off the roof of the entire fighting gym. Being in it, it was like stepping into purgatory, with thousands of ghosts roaring. Fortunately, the entrance regulations do not require you to bring weapons and guns, otherwise the mercenaries supporting different players would definitely have nothing to do with it.
Don't hesitate to draw your gun.
Even so, someone still started fighting.
To the right of Qin Fei, in the stands to the west, two groups of people were fighting together like two groups of hostile wolves meeting in the wilderness.
Both sides went into battle shirtless, perhaps from mercenary groups belonging to different players. No one wanted to see their comrades being beaten to pieces on the field, and everyone wanted to go into battle in person.
The government troops and animal camp guards responsible for guarding rushed forward, and batons and rifle butts rained down.
Knock one down and drag him out like a dead dog.
Knock down a pair and throw them into the car under the stands like a slaughtered pig in a slaughterhouse. After throwing them, you kick the accelerator and drive directly out of the venue.
There was a life-and-death struggle on the field, and there was also blood and blood outside the field.
The smell of alcohol, sweat, smoke, blood, foot odor, and the rotten smell in the air brought by the sultry weather in the tropics are all mixed together, like a high-concentration stimulant, stimulating everyone's adrenal glands
hormone.
Only then did Qin Fei understand why this beast camp's irregular fighting competition was called Hell Fighting and why it was also called Death Fighting.
Every face is distorted at this time, full of fear of death, bloodthirsty madness, and worship of killing!
Qin Fei could find something on the faces of every onlooker, including the chiefs and rich men who were once well-dressed in suits and leather shoes, or solemn and majestic outside the court, something that was not easy to see at ordinary times but was common at this moment──that cold and despicable face.
The scary side.
The faces vaguely in the billowing smoke, the fear inspired by cruelty, the excitement stirred by blood, were mixed with the hoarse throat screams.
The fierce scene stimulated certain human natures. The chief threw away his turban, the rich man took off his coat, and everyone tore off their usual disguise, letting thousands of years of killing accumulate in their blood.