If you observe carefully, you will find that Lin Qingyang's knife speed is getting faster and faster, and there is no error in the position of the knife swing.

The blade appears at a designated position like teleportation without any shaking.

Lin Qingyang's control of power became more and more accurate, and his understanding of swords became deeper.

He didn't know what a real sword master was like, so he could only rely on his own understanding to practice repeatedly.

Practice an action thousands of times until it is sent and received in your heart.

The dawn sunlight appeared on the distant horizon, and the cold wind that had been whistling all night gradually subsided.

The sun shines on the white snow fields, making people feel a little dazzling.

If you look at such a scenery for a long time, it will cause serious damage to your eyes.

Gamaier and the others also woke up from their sleep. Seeing Lin Qingyang still repeating the knife swing, their inner amazement was beyond words.

For Gamaier, who had lived in the East for a long time, he couldn't help but think of those Eastern martial arts novels.

Master, hero, this somewhat strange word came into his mind.

No one dared to disturb Lin Qingyang. These people silently divided the remaining giant corpses and buried their companions who died unfortunately last night in the snow.

Maybe they won’t have to wait until spring comes, and they will be dug up and eaten by passing beasts, but they still buried them very seriously, as if the corpses on the ground are themselves.

No one hopes that after death, he will be thrown into the wilderness alone and die as miserably as a stray dog.

The team set out again, and the cold weather made the frostbite on many people more and more serious.

This greatly slowed down the speed of travel.

When passing by a sparse jungle, Lin Qingyang cut down some wood and made a few snow sledges, allowing the intact people to drag the seriously injured people along with him.

His actions made the wounded cry. This was the first time in more than ten years that he had experienced the feeling of being a human being.

Lin Qingyang had no intention of buying people's hearts. He could lend a helping hand to save a few poor lives in his ability.

The group walked forward with difficulty on the thick snow.

Although the speed is very slow, at dusk, you always see a gray wall standing there on the horizon in the distance.

I could vaguely see someone looking at this place.

"Mr. Lin, it's our camp."

Gamair said breathlessly.

Soon, the gate with a closed earthen wall opened, and a group of soldiers in ragged clothes with flintlock guns surrounded this side.

Looking at the visitor, Gamaer's face changed and he whispered to Lin Qingyang: "Mr. Lin, the man's name is Samuel, the captain of the camp hunting team, a fire warlock, very strong, arrogant, and a little difficult to get along with."

Lin Qingyang nodded and quietly watched the arrival of these people.

The tall Samore looked at these people coldly, and when his eyes passed Lin Qingyang, he was obviously stunned.

But I didn't pay much attention to it and finally fixed my eyes on a middle-aged man.

"Armin, why are you guys back, Barak?"

Armin, who had severe frostbite on his feet, limped to Samur and crawled on the ground, saying, "Captain Samur, we have been attacked by the Curry people, and the Barak object has returned to Allah's arms."

Samur's eyes froze and said coldly: "Are you lying to me?"

Armin's hunched body trembled clearly and said fearfully: "The villain dare not lie, they can all confirm what the villain said."

Samuel asked something again, but Lin Qingyang couldn't understand this language. Seeing this Middle Eastern man looking at him, Lin Qingyang subconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

This was the first special human he had seen. He did not dare to be careless at all without the experience of fighting such an existence.

He was mentally prepared. As long as the other party showed murderous intent, he would never sit still and wait for death. He could only kill him as quickly as possible.

However, this bad situation did not happen. Samur said something to these survivors, waved his hand, and returned to the Tucheng.

However, Lin Qingyang noticed that the Middle Eastern man looked at him with a look of vigilance.

Since the other party did not come to cause trouble for him, Lin Qingyang naturally would not jump out on his own initiative.

After something happened these days, the camp's senior management knew that those guys would definitely take the initiative to look for them.

At that time, we can only adapt to the situation.

And he urgently needs more information about the world.

Compared with the lower class like Gamaier, those big guys must know more.

The camp was in a mess, a low shack was scattered and crowded together, and ragged humans, like walking corpses, could not see a trace of yearning for the future.

I didn't take a look at these people from the same clan who survived the disaster.

The entire camp was filled with despair, and Lin Qingyang felt a huge anger and could not feel the slightest familiarity.

Samur stayed Lin Qingyang and Gamair.

He looked at Lin Qingyang and said, "Orientals, you must be under our supervision before we determine the situation."

Listening to Gamaier's translation, Lin Qingyang nodded: "Yes, I hope to talk to your senior management!"

Upon hearing this, Samur nodded coldly: "When the leader wants to see you, he will naturally meet you."

After saying that, he said to Gamair: "Civilian, remember who you are!"

After saying that, someone asked someone to take care of the two of them, and turned around and left here.

Lin Qingyang was arranged to a low tent, and Gamair on the side seemed a little restless.

"What are you worried about?"

Gamair was stunned for a moment and said, "No... nothing? I'm just a little nervous."

"Are you afraid of them?"

Gamair lowered his head and said in silence for a moment: "I am just a civilian. The order here is different from the world before. For civilians like me, a word from the people here can determine my life and death."

From the moment I entered the camp, Lin Qingyang roughly guessed the situation in this camp.

The human civilization here has long been degenerated to the long-standing period of slavery.

Although I have never really seen slavery, I naturally understand the misery of slaves in historical books.

Human beings have already fallen into such a field and are still playing the privileged class, which makes him not sure what to say.

As a class of people who have never been exposed to power since childhood, they cannot understand the psychology of those big shots.

In his opinion, when human beings are in critical survival, they should let go of all prejudice and concentrate all their efforts to deal with the most urgent survival crisis.
Chapter completed!