Chapter 10

The military camp of the Iron Blood Army was not very large. Under Lin Dajiang's lead, dozens of young men quickly took a cold shower and received a set of clothes and a black wood spear.

The coarse linen shirt and trousers were old and loose. The leather armor was also full of cracks and stains. Only the hemp shoes were new.

The black wood spear was very long, standing taller than Gao Zhengyang by more than two feet. The iron triangular spearhead was already rusted.

Gao Zhengyang was still quite satisfied. No matter how ill-fitting the clothes were, they were better than the tattered leather coat he had on.

Moreover, he finally had shoes to wear, no longer having to walk around barefoot. What pleased him the most was that he had shaved his head.

His originally messy and unkempt long hair, which hadn't been washed for who knows how long, had clumped together and emitted a strong sour smell.

More terrifying was that his long hair had become a nest for lice. These small parasites had found a good place to live.

Becoming bald, Gao Zhengyang felt refreshed all over. For a man, shorter hair is easier to manage and more hygienic.

Such an action inevitably drew ridicule from the other young men.

The black wood spear given to Gao Zhengyang was a bit long, but it wasn't a problem for him.

In Tai Chi, there is a technique called Tai Chi Long Spear. Compared to this, the black wood spear wasn't particularly long.

However, this was a typical battlefield weapon, inconvenient to carry, and required space to wield. It was far less convenient than a saber.

In this new world, Gao Zhengyang had lowered his material requirements to the minimum.

"Kid, this saber is pretty good..."

Gao Zhengyang was organizing his belongings on a wooden bed when a thin, black veteran leaned over, grinning and said.

"It is pretty good," Gao Zhengyang glanced at him and replied casually.

"I'm Lin San. Little brother, you look familiar. Whose family are you from?"

The thin, black veteran laughed and moved closer to Gao Zhengyang, sitting down and trying to be friendly.

"My name is Gao Zhengyang," Gao Zhengyang knew Lin San had ill intentions but didn't care, and said his name openly.

"Gao Zhengyang, isn't that Gao the Fool!" The man on the opposite bed suddenly remembered something and shouted at Gao Zhengyang.

The Tie Lin tribe mainly consisted of people surnamed Tie and Lin. There was only one family surnamed Gao.

Gao Zhengyang's father, Gao Xiang, was once a hero in the Tie Lin tribe, known to everyone. Therefore, as soon as Gao Zhengyang said his name, someone immediately recognized his background.

Lin San slapped his thigh, "I see, the original Gao the Fool, sitting here looking so proper, I didn't recognize you."

After confirming Gao Zhengyang's identity, Lin San no longer held back, speaking more casually and frivolously.

"Your uncle is quite heartless, sending a fool like you to the military camp. Isn't this sending you to your death! I and your father were once friends. Don't worry, Uncle will take care of you."

As Lin San spoke, he reached for the saber, "This is a dangerous weapon, Uncle will hold it for you first."

Gao Zhengyang had already gripped the saber first, smiling, "The saber is mine, don't touch it."

He paused and added, "And don't randomly claim kinship."

"How can you talk to Uncle like that!"

Lin San failed to grab the saber and was rebuked by Gao Zhengyang, his face turning a bit sour. He scolded and tried to grab the saber again.

Gao Zhengyang turned his hand, placing the saber horizontally, and Lin San grabbed the scabbard.

Lin San, being a veteran, had rich combat experience and immediately realized the danger of this position.

He hesitated but didn't let go. "Nephew, holding this saber is too dangerous for you. Let Uncle hold it for you."

"Are you trying to steal my saber?"

Gao Zhengyang looked at Lin San and asked directly.

Lin San had a thick skin and didn't care. He smiled and said, "This is for your own good. There are no good people in the military camp. They would kill for this saber."

As he spoke, Lin San's smile became more sinister.

"I can kill too."

Gao Zhengyang was smiling, his smile bright and sunny, as if he was just telling a not-so-funny joke.

Their eyes met, and a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in Gao Zhengyang's dim yellow eyes, piercing directly into Lin San's eyes.

Gao Zhengyang's gaze was like an invisible blade, piercing deep into Lin San's heart.

Lin San's body suddenly trembled, his mind completely overwhelmed, and he was stunned.

Gao Zhengyang's boxing skills were divine, and the power of his boxing from his previous life had been partially restored. Through eye contact, he transmitted his strong will to Lin San.

In boxing terms, this was using the gaze to intimidate the opponent.

Including intimidating the enemy with loud shouts, these were all high-level applications of boxing power.

Gao Zhengyang was an invincible strong man, with an incomparably strong will. Crossing time and space had triggered a mutation in his soul, making his mental power even stronger.

When dealing with Lin Nian, Gao Zhengyang could already use the gaze to intimidate.

Now, with his boxing skills reaching a divine level, the power of the gaze had increased tenfold.

Lin San, a veteran who had experienced bloody battles, was instantly intimidated by Gao Zhengyang's gaze.

This wasn't because he was cowardly, but because the gap in their mental realms was too large.

"Lin San, do you have any shame, bullying a child? This is Gao Xiang's son! He once saved your life..."

The strong man on the opposite bed mocked Lin San. Due to the angle, he didn't see the unusual look in Gao Zhengyang's eyes and didn't realize Lin San was intimidated.

The strong man's voice was deep and powerful, startling the dazed Lin San.

Lin San took a few steps back, his face pale, and glanced at Gao Zhengyang with lingering fear, quickly averting his gaze.

He didn't know what had happened, but instinctively felt a deep respect, continuously stepping back.

The strong man thought Lin San was ashamed of his words and laughed, "Lin San, you actually know shame, the sun must be rising from the west!"

Lin San ignored him, turned around, and left the barracks, disappearing in a moment.

The strong man was surprised, not knowing what Lin San was up to. He didn't realize that Lin San had been scared away by Gao Zhengyang.

However, Lin San's departure suited his intentions. The strong man grinned at Gao Zhengyang, "Whether you're really foolish or not, you can't keep this saber. Give it to me, and I, Iron Ox, can at least protect you."

Iron Ox clenched his large fist, showing off his strength to Gao Zhengyang.

He was straightforward and direct, wanting the saber and asking for it directly, unlike Lin San who tried to trick him.

Gao Zhengyang naturally didn't care about Iron Ox. The other man was strong and sturdy, but that was all. With his current strength, defeating him would be easy.

But he couldn't help sighing in his heart; this was too troublesome.

Since entering the military camp, the saber had attracted many hot gazes.

Clearly, the saber was more precious and important than he had imagined.

Gao Zhengyang knew the saber would cause trouble. But leaving it with the old man was also a problem, tempting him to make mistakes.

Perhaps Lin San was right; others might kill to get the saber.

Defeating Iron Ox wouldn't end the trouble.

Gao Zhengyang thought for a moment and threw the saber to Iron Ox, "Keep it for me for now."

Iron Ox was surprised; he didn't expect Gao Zhengyang to hand over the saber so easily.

As for Gao Zhengyang's request to "keep it," he didn't pay much attention.

"Sure enough, a fool, giving away the saber with just a word."

Iron Ox shook his head, somewhat disdainfully. He drew the saber, admiring the bright blade, and praised, "Good saber."

He then looked at Gao Zhengyang, somewhat regretfully, "Gao Xiang was a hero, but he had a cowardly son."

Gao Zhengyang didn't bother to respond to such opportunistic remarks.

Handing the saber to Iron Ox was just to avoid trouble. The big man opposite really thought he had the saber!

Gao Zhengyang laughed, realizing he was overthinking. A saber was nothing. Time was the most critical and important thing.

Iron Ox, holding the saber, couldn't sit still. He left the barracks, smiling foolishly with the saber in hand.

"This is my saber, what do you think?" Iron Ox would show off the saber to everyone he met.

The military camp wasn't large, with only a few hundred people. Even if they weren't familiar, they at least knew each other.

Iron Ox was strong and brave in battle, known as a brave warrior in the camp.

It didn't take long for the news of Iron Ox getting a good saber to spread throughout the camp.

"What? The saber went to Iron Ox!"

Lin Dajiang, hearing the news, was furious, "Lin San, this good-for-nothing, can't even handle a small task."

When arranging the living quarters, Lin Dajiang deliberately placed Gao Zhengyang and Lin San in the same room. He specifically instructed Lin San to take the saber first.

He never expected the saber to end up with Iron Ox.

Iron Ox was rough and a skilled fighter. Lin Dajiang didn't dare to ask him for the saber.

"Seventh Brother, Iron Ox took the saber," Lin Dajiang lowered his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed to tell Lin He.

In the Tie Lin tribe, those surnamed Lin were all relatives. Gao Zhengyang's uncle, Lin He, was the seventh in his generation, so Lin Dajiang called him Seventh Brother.

Lin He was also displeased, but he had other tasks for Lin Dajiang, so he couldn't say much.

Lin He patted Lin Dajiang's shoulder, consoling him, "It's not your fault, just blame Little San for being incompetent."

"But what about the saber?" Lin Dajiang asked, troubled.

"Don't worry, as long as my nephew dies, the saber will be mine. This is what we agreed upon before our ancestors. Who would dare to oppose it!"

Lin He was confident, as these were agreements made in the ancestral hall. Even the battalion commander, Iron Feng, wouldn't dare to oppose.

Lin Dajiang nodded quickly, "A fool, it's easy to make him die. I'll arrange for him to patrol at night. I'll find an opportunity to push him off the city wall. A fool falling and dying isn't unusual. Hehe..."

"Good, good, Ninth Brother, you handle it."

Lin He stroked his small mustache, thought for a moment, and added, "But my nephew isn't as foolish as he seems, don't be careless."

"Seventh Brother, rest assured, I understand."

Lin Dajiang patted his chest, taking on the responsibility.

Lin He, seeing his attitude, was even less reassured. This Ninth Brother, who only talked big, but in the military camp, he had no choice but to entrust the task to him.

At the same time, Iron Yong also heard the news.

"Really a fool, just letting it be taken away!"

Iron Yong was furious but helpless. With the saber in Iron Ox's hands, he didn't dare to take it by force. Even if he wanted to, he might not be able to beat Iron Ox.

The squint-eyed Iron Jun suggested, "Boss, why don't you talk to your father and ask Iron Ox to return the saber to Gao the Fool. Say it's bad for his reputation. Then transfer Gao the Fool to the guard, protect him for a few days, and you can openly take the saber..."

"This is too much trouble."

Iron Yong hesitated. He had always been afraid of his father. Hearing that he needed to talk to Iron Feng, he felt nervous and didn't want to do it.

"That's a tempered steel saber. There aren't many in the Tie Lin tribe!"

The squint-eyed Iron Jun continued to encourage, "He's your father, what are you afraid of? If it doesn't work, so be it!"

Thinking of the saber, Iron Yong became determined. "Alright, I'll listen to you..."

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