"Generally speaking, he is an unlucky guy who can be seen everywhere in troubled times, with his family ruined." Bai Mo concluded after sorting out the memories of his predecessor.
The only thing on her body that might be worth some money is an ancestral jade pendant around her neck.
But in this chaotic world where human life is like grass, the food that can fill the stomach, and the weapons that can save lives and kill people are the real hard currency. In the chaotic army, everything else is just floating clouds.
Under the blood-stained clothes with several large holes, the several deep bone-deep wounds on this body before Bai Mo Duoshe were slowly healed under the nourishment of the original soul power of the remnant soul of the Immortal Venerable.
Of course, the price is that the original soul power that was scarce before the seizure was even more pitiful now.
But this is also necessary, the only remaining ray of soul can no longer withstand the toss of seizing the body again. Once the body of the new seizing body dies, the once powerful and incomparable immortal can only be buried with him.
…
"Dang! Dang! Dang! Hurry up and grab the guys after eating, and prepare for a big fight with the official dog!" A thick-faced army chief shouted while beating a broken gong.
The big camp where Bai Mo is located is a refugee camp, which specializes in accommodating ordinary people like his predecessor who have been displaced due to turmoil.
The rules of the refugee camp are also very simple, as cannon fodder, rush to the front to consume the arrows and physical strength on the opposite side, and every time you come back alive, you can have a full meal.
After all, in the era of cold weapons, no matter how elite soldiers are, their physical strength is limited.
If you kill ten or twenty people in a row, your hands will still get tired.
If fifty or one hundred people come and let them cut it down alone, I'm afraid they won't be able to kill them all.
"Remember the rules, whoever can bring back an official dog's head will be rewarded with two more buns, and whoever brings back five heads will be able to enter the Hugang camp, and he will be full of meat!"
"Yes..." Everyone responded weakly.
These refugees only have some sharpened wooden sticks and bamboos as weapons, and a few of them have woodcutters, which are considered sophisticated weapons. If they want to kill a fully armed officer, they have to cut off the opponent's head. Isn't it difficult? Generally large.
However, there is another unwritten rule in the refugee camp. As long as they can survive ten charges, they can enter the ranks of veterans in the regular camp.
Everyone in the refugee camp lives and dies, so naturally no one is willing to say anything.
At this time, Bai Mo was casually holding a wooden stick and standing in the middle of the crowd, using his remaining spiritual thoughts to search back and forth for the jade pendant on his neck that belonged to his predecessor.
Because he discovered that this seemingly inconspicuous jade pendant actually has a little universe inside.
Under the perception of his divine sense, the four characters of "Historical Text" appeared inside the jade pendant.
Not only that, the four characters of "historical text" were not written in the characters of the Daochen Realm, but in the characters of his previous life, the earth.
"What's the matter with this historical text?" Now he is just a remnant of Moyang Immortal Venerable, a large part of his memory has been lost, and the word historical text is not in his memory.
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"Follow me! Kill the official dog!"
"Eat his mother! Wear his mother!"
"..."
The war is about to start, and some simple and rude slogans sounded among the rebels.
Although the slogan was simple and rude, it directly hit the hearts of the rebel soldiers.
After all, almost all those who were able to defect to the rebel army had a tragic past that they did not want to mention again.
"Follow me!"
"Kill one to pay back, kill two to earn money!"
"rush!"
The battle process was very lackluster. No matter the rebels or their enemies, there were no brave men who could fight one against a hundred. There was no shortage of hatred, but the sallow and thin skin caused by long-term malnutrition, and the lack of strength in battle were the norm.
Of course, even on the official side, the situation is not much better than that of the peasant army.
Not to mention the long-term shortage of military salaries, there are still layers of deductions, and those who really go to the soldiers will not save one of the five.
Except for the personal soldiers of the generals, who can have enough food and meat to support their strength and exercise their combat skills every day, ordinary soldiers other than the personal soldiers can barely make ends meet on a daily basis, and some of them are even forced to join the army. An easy-to-train folk.
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"How long has it been since I killed someone with a weapon?" Holding a sharpened branch, Bai Mo stabbed it a few times based on his feeling during the melee, and it should have stabbed into some muscle-like position.
But when he wanted to kill someone and go deeper, there would always be a voice in his mind saying: "People are precious, don't kill people."
It was this voice that allowed him to reserve five points of strength for every attack.
It seemed to be the voice of his previous life and the next life.
Regarding that life, Bai Mo's memory is already very vague. It's not that the Immortal Venerable doesn't have the ability to never forget. It's just that the escaped strand of remnant soul doesn't record much about the first life on Earth at all.
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After the mild battle, Bai Mo returned to the refugee camp. There were some new faces in the camp, and some old faces were missing.
The old man who was surrounded by a group of soldiers last time walked into the refugee camp, this time he walked in surrounded by a group of soldiers.
"This, this... and these two, come with me." The old man scanned everyone around, and ordered a few youths who looked fairly young.
"Master Mo has an order, why don't you boys come out quickly?" The leading soldier kicked the boy who was closest to him and shouted.
Among the people who were pointed out was Bai Mo.
Bai Mo took a look, and the ones that were pointed out were all young people in distress who were still in good health, and whose eyes were a little bit brighter than other walking dead.
"The old man has observed your performance today, and you are all barely able to participate in the entrance examination of the outer door of Qixuanmen. I will give you a chance now. If anyone doesn't want to go, you can leave now." The old man smiled. said.
There was silence.
"Okay! Xiao Qi, take them to clean up, we will go back to the main hall tomorrow."
"Come with me..."
"Master, I... I still have a young...brother, if I leave, he will definitely not be able to survive. I would like to ask you to let me take him with me." When several people were about to turn around and leave, one of the ragged young men People, suddenly knelt down on their knees and begged.
"Take it with you." The old man didn't think much, and left without saying a word.
The kneeling boy jumped up with his hands on the ground, and happily ran back to the refugee camp to pick him up.
"Qixuanmen... I seem to have it in the memory of my predecessor, and it seems to be a big organization in Taizhou." Bai Mo followed the attendant named Xiaoqi, thinking about this somewhat impressive name.