Chapter 820 Seven Mysterious Gates

"In general, 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 his body that might be worth some money is an ancestral jade pendant around his neck.

But in this troubled world where human life is like grass, food that can fill the stomach and weapons that can save lives and kill people are the real hard currencies. In the chaos of the army, everything else is just a cloud.

Under the clothes that were stained with blood and had several big holes, the body had several bone-deep wounds before Bai Mo seized the body. They were all slowly healed under the nourishment of the original soul power of the remnant soul of the Immortal Lord.

Of course, the price is that the original soul power that was already very little before the seizure was even more pitiful now.

But this is also necessary. The remaining remnant soul can no longer withstand the torment of taking another body. Once the body of the new body dies, the once all-powerful and arrogant immortal can only be buried with him.

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"Dang! Dang! Dang! After eating, hurry up and get ready for the battle with the official dog!" A tall and thick military leader shouted while banging a broken gong.

The camp where Bai Mo is located is a refugee camp, specially designed to accommodate ordinary people like his predecessor who were displaced due to unrest.

The rules of the refugee camp are also very simple. Be a cannon fodder and rush to the front to consume the arrows and stamina of the other side. Every time you come back alive, you can have a full meal.

After all, in the cold weapon age, no matter how elite the soldiers were, their physical strength was limited.

Killing ten or twenty people in a row will make your hands tired.

If fifty or a hundred people were to be chopped down by one of them, they might not be able to kill them all even if they were tired.

"Remember the rules. If you can bring back an official dog head, you will be rewarded with two more steamed buns. If you bring back five heads, you can enter the Hugang Camp and be fed with meat!"

"Yes..." Everyone responded feebly.

They, a group of refugees, only have some sharpened sticks and bamboo as weapons, and the few who have wood knives are sophisticated weapons. If they want to kill a fully armed officer and then have to cut off the other person's head, it is not difficult. Average size.

However, there is another unwritten rule in the refugee camp. As long as you can survive ten charges, you can enter the regular pawn sequence of the regular camp. Although you won't be able to eat every meal, you can still manage your hunger. Qishu.com

Everyone in the refugee camp lives and dies, so naturally no one is willing to say anything.

At this time, Bai Mo was standing in the middle of the crowd casually holding a wooden stick, using his remaining spiritual thoughts to look 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 had a little secret inside it.

Under his spiritual perception, the four characters "Historical Text" appeared inside the jade pendant.

Not only that, the four words "Historical Text" were not written in the characters of Daochen Realm, but in the characters of his previous life on Earth.

"What's going on with this historical text?" Today, he is just a remnant of Mo Yang Immortal Lord's soul. A large part of his memory has been lost. The word "historical text" is not in his memory.

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"Follow me! Official-killing dog!"

"Eat his mother! Wear his mother!"

"..."

As the war was about to begin, some simple and crude slogans rang out among the rebels.

Although the slogan was simple and crude, it struck a direct chord in the hearts of the rebel soldiers.

After all, those who can defect to the rebel army almost always have a tragic past that they don't want to mention again.

"Come at me!"

"Kill one to get your money back, kill two to make a profit!"

"rush!"

The battle process was very lackluster. Neither the rebels nor their enemies had any brave men who could defeat one against a hundred. There was no shortage of hatred, but the normal condition was that the face was sallow and thin due to long-term malnutrition, and it was normal to feel weak in battle.

Of course, even on the official and military side, the situation is actually not much better than that of the peasant army.

Not only are military pay chronically insufficient, but they also go through layers of deductions. What actually comes to the hands of soldiers is not even one out of five.

Except for the personal soldiers of each general, who can have enough food and meat to support their strength and practice their combat skills every day, the ordinary soldiers other than the personal soldiers can barely make ends meet on a daily basis. Some of them are even forcibly recruited into the army and only receive military training. A simple trained civilian husband.

"How long has it been since I took a weapon to kill someone?" Holding a sharpened branch, Bai Mo stabbed it a few times based on his feeling during the melee. It should have penetrated something similar to a muscle.

But when he wanted to kill and go deeper, a voice would always come out in his mind and say: "People are precious, don't kill."

It was this voice that allowed him to retain five points of strength in every attack.

That seemed to be the voice of his previous life after another.

Bai Mo's memory of that life is already very blurry. It's not that the Immortal Lord doesn't have the ability to remember his photograph, but the remnant soul that escaped doesn't record much about the first life on Earth.

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After the not fierce battle, Bai Mo returned to the refugee camp. There were some new faces in the camp, but some old faces were missing.

The old man who walked into the homeless camp surrounded by a group of soldiers last time walked in again surrounded by a group of soldiers this time.

"This, this...and these two, follow me." The old man glanced at everyone and clicked on a few young people who looked young.

"Master Mo is destined, why don't you boys come out quickly?" the leading soldier lightly kicked the boy closest to him and shouted.

Among the people named, there was Bai Mo.

Bai Mo took a look and found that those who were clicked were all young men in distress who were relatively strong and had eyes that were a little brighter than other walking corpses.

"I have observed your performance today. You are all people who can barely participate in the entrance examination of the outer sect of the Qixuan Sect. I will give you a chance now. If you don'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 return to the main hall tomorrow."

"Everyone come with me..."

"Master, I...I also have a young...brother. If I leave, he will definitely not survive. I want to ask you to let me take him with me." When several people were about to turn around and leave, one of them was wearing tattered clothes. The young man suddenly knelt down and begged.

"Take it with you." The old man didn't think much and left without thinking.厺厽 奇书网 suyingwang.net 玺厽

The kneeling boy put his hands on the ground and jumped up, happily running back to the private camp to pick him up.

"Qixuanmen... seems to exist in the memory of its predecessor. It seems to be a large organization in Taizhou." Bai Mo followed the attendant named Xiaoqi while thinking about this somewhat impressive name.