Under the escort of four sword-bearing guards, I slowly entered the military camp. The passing soldiers all saluted respectfully to the sword-bearing guards behind me. It seems that... although they were just gatekeepers at the general's mansion, their position here was absolutely not low.

  After circling around the barracks for a big round, finally... stopped at a place that was relatively remote, dirty and messy, mixed up, broken down, and in short, like a pigsty.

  Looking at all the people in this solitary camp, I was stunned. These thin people, like Ethiopian refugees, dressed like beggars, with hair like a chicken coop, and bodies as black as iron, are they what's called the "Death Squad"?

  Four guards with swords ignored me and spoke a few words to an officer-like person next to them, then turned around and left. Next... the officer-like person walked towards me.

  My eyes stared unblinkingly at the officer who was slowly walking towards me, and from his upper body, I could sense a dangerous aura. Although from his movements, he seemed to be just a high-ranking martial artist, but I had an intuition that told me I absolutely couldn't defeat him!

  It's too precise, too magical, you can't imagine, every move, every gesture of his is the most perfect in my eyes, as if launching an attack on me while preparing to dodge mine at the same time. All along the way, I felt like I couldn't breathe, under tremendous pressure, being crushed by it overwhelmingly.

  I stared at the officer in shock, I really couldn't understand why his aura was so different from mine, despite being a high-level martial artist. Why were all of his movements so mysterious and wonderful?

  My eyes were fixed tightly on the officer standing in front of me, who seemed to be carelessly standing there, but was actually flawless from head to toe. My mind was racing and thinking...

  Finally... a flash of insight in my mind, I understood that it was actual combat! It was slaughter, the battlefield, and the experience of life and death that taught him everything. His current movements were not intentional, but were forged in countless battles, countless trials of life and death, and were naturally made because... otherwise, he would have had no chance to become an officer, and would have died hundreds of years ago.

  I saw him sitting on the ground with a thud, and the young officer smiled slightly, looking me up and down twice, saying lightly: "Stand up and tell me your name!"

  I was taken aback for a moment, but quickly stood up and regained my composure, calmly saying: "My name is Leng Mo!"

  He nodded slightly, and the officer began to introduce himself: "Ah... a very unusual name. From today on, you are a soldier under my command. My name is Lan Qi, and I am the direct superior of the First Squadron of the Dead Men's Unit. Now... follow me, and I will arrange your quarters!"

  I nodded slightly and said nothing, closely following Lán Qí's back to the tattered and stinking military camp of the Execution Squad...

  Very soon... Lan Qi took me to a deep gray, dilapidated tent and said faintly to me: "From today on, you'll be living here. Every day there will be three hours of training, the rest of the time is free activity. Remember! When you hear the assembly call, rush out immediately and follow everyone to the drill ground for assembly. If you're late, you'll be subject to military law punishment!"

  I nodded, not saying anything, and no longer paid attention to Lan Qi. I coldly opened the door of the tent and slowly walked in. Looking at my back, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lan Qi's mouth. He absolutely wouldn't mind Cold Mo's rudeness because... he had also been an execution squad member before, completely understanding the mindset of the execution squad members.

  With the knowledge that they would be going to their deaths once war broke out, no one cared about politeness or etiquette. Dying early and being reborn early wasn't something everyone feared, at least... He Lan Qi had never been afraid!

  Looking at the quickly closed curtain, Lan Qi let out a soft sigh and muttered: "Putting him with these guys should be the best arrangement, with the help of these old slippery fish, his chances of survival have greatly increased!"

  As I lifted the flap of the tent, I was almost knocked over by the strange smell inside. It was a mixture of sweat stench, bad breath, foot odor, and fox stench... all sorts of nauseating smells combined into one, then fermented at high temperatures to form a special kind of smell that would guarantee you'd be dizzy for three days with just one whiff.

  He walked in without wrinkling his brow, the cloth door curtain quickly closing behind him. Although the strange smell was very unpleasant, I think it's much better than the bloody smell inside the dwarf village that day. If it could bring back all the dead dwarves, I'd be willing to live with this smell for a lifetime!

  At the moment when the door curtain closed, four pairs of eyes as real as substance met mine. In the dark space, it was as if four gemstone lamps had lit up, and endless killing intent wildly impacted me.

  Slightly narrowing my eyes, after withstanding Bluegill's impact, my endurance had greatly increased. My body swayed slightly and I walked in as if nothing was wrong.

  Actually... I'm just pretending to be fine, like a small boat navigating through stormy waves. I feel like I could collapse again at any moment, but... I grit my teeth and absolutely refuse to fall down.

  Huh?

  Just as I was about to give up, the pressure around me eased at the same time... and almost simultaneously, four unexpected cries of surprise erupted from around me.

  I stopped in my tracks, and with the light coming through the small window above the tent, I looked around and suddenly... four figures, either sitting or lying down, appeared before my eyes.

  To the left front, there is a young man with red hair and even his eyes are fiery red. His muscles bulge all over, and at first glance, you can tell he's a powerful guy. Next to him lies a giant sword... looks like... he should be a swordsman!

  To the right front, there was a young man with green hair, just like the previous one, not only his hair was green, but also his eyes were green. He had a short and stout build, with a somewhat dwarf-like demeanor. He held a broad sword in his right hand, with his fingers lightly scratching the blade.

  To my left, there's a guy who looks like a woman at first glance. He has elegant blue hair and even his eyes are an enigmatic blue color. His physique is extremely slender and if it weren't for the flatness of his chest, I would have thought he was a woman. Apart from his chest, his curves can absolutely rival those of any stunning beauty.

  His weapon is a water-blue treasure sword, although the sword has not been seen out of its scabbard yet, but from the constantly rippling wave-like patterns on the scabbard, this must be a good sword!

  To my right, there is a young man with golden hair, elegant demeanor, and a handsome appearance that is stunning to the extreme. I believe... he must have been a heartthrob who made millions of girls cry in the past, his looks are truly exceptional, too excellent, making me jealous.

  At this moment, he was lazily leaning on the bedding, his right hand supporting a slender golden sword that was mysteriously floating above it, swaying!

  I knew that the endless pressure just now was released by the four of them together. Looking at the four of them lightly, I couldn't feel any hostility towards me, only a slight surprise at my reaction.

  Glancing around, in the left upper corner, there was also a set of bedding, which was the only neatly stacked bedding. It seemed... that was my spot.

  He walked silently to my bedside, sat down slowly, and then... I closed my eyes, thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days, oblivious to the four pairs of eyes still fixed on me.

  It took a long time, but the four of them finally withdrew their gaze from me and each went back to their own business. For several hours, not one person said a word, and the inside of the tent was eerily quiet!

  Hmph...

  A long bugle call rang out, startling me from my deep contemplation. I opened my eyes to find four figures dashing towards the entrance of the tent at an indescribable speed.

  The one in the lead was a young man with golden long hair, his slender figure seemed to be a gentle breeze sweeping across the prairie, without any signs of fire, but exceptionally light and agile, his speed was the fastest among the four.

  Behind him was the young man with a head full of red hair, every step filled with explosive power, his whole body like a bullet shot out of a gun barrel, even bringing a whistling sound that pierced the air.

  The third one was the blue-haired person, whose body was exceptionally soft and gentle, like a pool of water, without any turbulence or waves, flowing like a small stream, but with a speed that was not slow at all, only half a step behind the red-haired person.

  The last one was that short and stout fellow, with a thud, his every step was so firm and powerful, each time he stepped on the ground, his sturdy body would jump into the air for a good distance, when he fell to the ground again, he had already crossed a long distance, his characteristic was thick and solid.

  In the brief moment of stunned silence, the four of them swooped out through the doorway, ghostly figures flashing out of the tent. It wasn't until then that I remembered the officer's assembly call and didn't dare to tarry, although I had no idea what military law was, but I wasn't foolish enough to try it out in person!

  (I don't know if everyone has seen this chapter, it sank yesterday and I forgot to put it on the front page)