The barracks of the Iron Blood Army were not big. Under Lin Dajiang's lead, the dozens of youths quickly took a shower with cold water and collected a set of clothes and an ebony spear.
Coarse linen woven jacket and trousers were tattered and bulky. The leather armor was also full of cracks and stains. Only the linen shoes were considered new.
The ebony spear was very long. When it stood upright, it was more than two feet taller than Gao Zhengyang. The iron triangular spearhead was already rusty.
Gao Zhengyang was still satisfied. No matter how ill-fitting the clothes were, they were better than the tattered leather jacket he was wearing.
Moreover, he finally had shoes to wear and no longer had to walk around barefoot. What made him most satisfied was that he had shaved his head.
His originally messy long hair had not been washed for an unknown period of time. It had stuck together and emitted a strong sour smell.
What was more frightening was that his long hair had become a nest of lice. These little parasites had found a good place to settle down.
After becoming bald, Gao Zhengyang felt refreshed. For a man. The shorter the hair, the easier it was to take care of. It was also more hygienic.
Such a move would inevitably be ridiculed by other youths.
The ebony spear issued to Gao Zhengyang was a little long, but it was not a problem for him.
In Taiji Fist, there was a Taiji Spear. In comparison, the ebony spear was not that long.
It was just that this was a typical battlefield weapon. It was inconvenient to carry around and required space to use it. It was far more convenient to use it horizontally.
After coming to this world, Gao Zhengyang's requirements for materialism had been reduced to the minimum.
"Kid, this blade is not bad …"
As Gao Zhengyang was arranging his belongings on the wooden bed, a dark and skinny veteran leaned over and said with a sneaky smile.
"It's not bad," Gao Zhengyang looked at him and answered casually.
"I'm Lin San. Little brother, you look familiar. Which family are you from?"
The dark and skinny veteran grinned as he moved to Gao Zhengyang's side and sat down, intimately trying to get close to him.
"My name is Gao Zhengyang," Gao Zhengyang knew that Lin San didn't have good intentions, but he didn't care and said his name generously.
"Gao Zhengyang, that's not Gao Shazi!" A muscular man on the opposite bed suddenly remembered something and shouted while glaring at Gao Zhengyang.
The Tielin Sect was mainly composed of two surnames, Tie and Lin. There was only one family with the surname Gao.
Gao Zhengyang's father, Gao Xiang, had dominated the Tielin Sect back in the day. Therefore, as soon as Gao Zhengyang announced his name, someone immediately recalled Gao Zhengyang's background.
Lin San slapped his thigh. "I say, the original Gao Shazi, sitting here like a proper person, I don't even recognize him."
After confirming Gao Zhengyang's identity, Lin San no longer had any scruples, and his words became casual and frivolous.
"Your uncle is really cruel, sending a fool like you to the military camp. Isn't that sending you to your death? Your father and I used to be friends. Don't worry, uncle will take care of you. "
As Lin San spoke, he reached for the saber. "This is the murder weapon, uncle will hold it for you first."
Gao Zhengyang had already grabbed the saber. He smiled and said, "The saber is mine, don't touch it."
After a pause, he said, "Don't call me your relative."
"Kid, how can you talk to your uncle like that!"
Lin San didn't manage to grab the saber, and he was rebuked by Gao Zhengyang. His expression was a bit ugly. He scolded and reached for the saber again.
Gao Zhengyang turned his hand and held the saber horizontally. Lin San grabbed the scabbard.
After all, Lin San was a seasoned soldier with rich combat experience. He immediately realized that this posture was very dangerous.
He hesitated, but he still couldn't bear to let go. "Nephew, it's too dangerous for you to hold the saber. Let uncle hold it for you."
"Are you trying to snatch my saber?"
Gao Zhengyang looked at Lin San and asked directly.
Lin San was very thick-skinned, so he didn't care about this. He said with a smile, "This is for your own good. There are no good people in the military camp. They will kill for this saber. "
As he spoke, Lin San's smile became a bit more sinister.
"I will also kill people."
Gao Zhengyang was also smiling. His smile was very bright, as if he was just telling a joke that wasn't very funny.
Their eyes met. Gao Zhengyang's dim yellow eyes suddenly flashed with an electric light, piercing straight into Lin San's eyes.
Gao Zhengyang's gaze was like an invisible blade, piercing into the deepest part of Lin San's heart.
Lin San's body suddenly trembled. His mind was completely shocked, and he was stunned.
Gao Zhengyang's fist technique was in a state of mind. The fist technique's power from his previous life had already recovered a bit. Through eye contact, he passed his strong spiritual will to Lin San.
Using fist techniques to explain, it was a visual attack that used one's gaze to shock the opponent.
This included roaring loudly to shock the enemy, and so on. It was a high-level use of fist technique's power.
Gao Zhengyang was originally an undefeated powerhouse. His will was unbelievably strong. Traveling through time and space would cause his soul to change, making the power of his consciousness even stronger.
When fighting against Miss Lin, Gao Zhengyang could already use the visual attack.
Now that his fist technique was in a state of mind, the power of the visual attack had increased more than ten times.
Lin San was also a warrior who had experienced bloody battles. He was also instantly shocked by Gao Zhengyang's gaze.
This was not because he was timid, but because the gap between the two of them was too big.
"Lin San, don't you have any shame? How dare you bully a child. This is Gao Xiang's son! He saved your life in the past … "
The strong man opposite him mocked Lin San. Because of the angle, he did not see the difference in Gao Zhengyang's gaze, nor did he notice that Lin San was shocked.
The strong man's voice was deep and powerful. It suddenly woke up Lin San from his daze.
Lin San took a few steps back. His face was pale. He glanced at Gao Zhengyang with lingering fear, and then quickly looked away.
He did not know what had happened. He just instinctively retreated out of fear.
The strong man thought that Lin San was ashamed because of his words. He laughed, "You, Lin San, still know how to be embarrassed. The sun really rose from the west!"
Lin San ignored him. He directly turned around and left the barracks. In the blink of an eye, he was out of sight.
The strong man was a little surprised. He did not know what Lin San was doing. He also did not expect that Lin San was actually scared away by Gao Zhengyang.
However, Lin San leaving was more to his liking. The strong man grinned at Gao Zhengyang. "Whether you are really stupid or not, you can't keep this knife. Give me the knife. I, Tie Niu, can at least protect you. "
Tie Niu clenched his big fist and gestured at Gao Zhengyang. He was showing off his strength.
He was rough and direct. If he wanted to take the knife, he would take it directly. He was not like Lin San who beat around the bush.
Gao Zhengyang naturally did not care about Tie Niu. The other party's body was strong and sturdy, but that was it. With his current strength, it was easy to defeat the other party.
However, he could not help but sigh in his heart. This was too troublesome.
Ever since he entered the barracks, this knife had attracted a lot of burning gazes.
Obviously, this knife was more precious and important than he had imagined.
Gao Zhengyang knew that the knife would cause trouble. However, it would not work on Old Cang. It was simply tempting him to make a mistake.
Perhaps Lin San was right. Others were willing to kill to get their hands on the saber.
Even if he defeated Tie Niu, the trouble would not end.
Gao Zhengyang thought for a moment and threw the knife to Tie Niu. "I'll give it to you for safekeeping."
Tie Niu was stunned. He did not expect Gao Zhengyang to hand over the knife so easily.
As for the "safekeeping" that Gao Zhengyang mentioned, he did not care.
"As expected, he is an idiot. He gave the knife away with just one sentence."
Tie Niu shook his head and said with some disdain. He unsheathed the knife and caressed the shiny blade. He praised, "Good knife."
Then he looked at Gao Zhengyang and said with some emotion, "Gao Xiang was a hero for a lifetime. I did not expect him to have a coward son."
Gao Zhengyang couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this kind of cheap words.
He gave the knife to Tie Niu to avoid trouble. The big guy in front of him really thought that he gave the knife to him!
Gao Zhengyang laughed. He was thinking too much. What was a knife? Time was the most important thing.
Iron Bull took the saber and was so happy that he couldn't sit still anymore. He walked out with a silly smile on his face.
"This is my knife. What do you think?" Every time Tie Niu met someone, he would raise the knife and show it off.
The barracks was not big. There were only a few hundred people. Even if they were not familiar with each other, they at least knew each other.
Tie Niu had a strong body and was very brave in battle. He was also a famous warrior in the army.
It did not take long for the news that Tie Niu had obtained a good knife to spread throughout the barracks.
"What? Tie Niu took the knife! "
After hearing the news, Lin Dajiang scolded angrily, "Lin San is such a good-for-nothing. He can't even do such a small thing."
When arranging the accommodation, Lin Dajiang deliberately put Gao Zhengyang and Lin San in the same room. He had specially told Lin San to snatch the knife first.
He did not expect that the knife would fall into Tie Niu's hands in the end.
Tie Niu had a rude personality and was also a master. Lin Dajiang did not dare to ask him for the knife.
"Seventh Brother, Tie Niu took the knife," Lin Dajiang said to Lin He with a little embarrassment.
In the Tielin Sect, all the people with the surname Lin were relatives. Gao Zhengyang's uncle, Lin He, was the seventh in this generation, so Lin Dajiang called him Seventh Brother.
Lin He was a bit displeased because he could not even do such a small thing well. But he still had something for Lin Dajiang to do, so he could not say anything more.
Lin He patted Lin Dajiang's shoulder and comforted him, "It's not your fault. It's Third Brother's fault for being incompetent."
"But what about the knife?" Lin Dajiang asked awkwardly.
"It doesn't matter. As long as my nephew dies, the knife will belong to me. This is a promise made in front of the ancestors. Who dares to disobey it? "
Lin He was quite confident because they had agreed on this in front of the praying hall. Even Director Qian Tie Feng dared not oppose it, not to mention Tie Niu.
Lin Dajiang nodded hastily, "It's easy to kill a fool. I'll arrange for him to patrol at night. Find a chance to push him out of the city wall. It's normal for a fool like him to slip and fall to his death. Heh heh … "
"Okay, okay. Old Jiu, you can arrange this."
Lin He stroked his mustache, thought for a while, and warned, "My nephew is not stupid. Don't be careless."
"Don't worry, Seventh Brother. I know what I'm doing."
Lin Dajiang patted his chest and said confidently.
Seeing him like this, Lin He felt uneasy. This Old Jiu only did things with his mouth. But he couldn't find anyone else in the military camp, so he could only entrust this matter to him.
At the same time, Tie Yong also heard the news.
"What an idiot! He was snatched away just like that!"
Tie Yong was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't dare to snatch the knife from Tie Niu. Even if he wanted to snatch it, he might not be able to defeat Tie Niu.
Squinting Tie Jun suggested, "Big Brother, why don't you go to your father and ask Tie Niu to return the knife to Gao Shazi? Just say that it's not good for his reputation. Then you can transfer Gao Shazi to the guards and protect him first. After two days, you will be able to get your hands on the saber in a fair and square manner … "
"Isn't it too troublesome?"
Tie Yong hesitated. He had been afraid of his father since he was a child. Hearing that he had to ask Tie Feng for help, he felt a little guilty and didn't want to do it anymore.
"That's a well-tempered steel knife. There are only a few in the Tielin Sect! "
Squinting Tie Jun continued to encourage him, "That's your father. What are you afraid of? Forget it if you can't do it. What else can you do? "
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