Now is the 270th year of the Qian Dynasty. Floods and droughts have swept across many states. Locust plagues and insect pests have taken turns to attack. Most of the cities in the country have lost agricultural harvests, and the victims have been displaced and turned into refugees.
However, Dagan, which had been fighting for years, was already in very difficult financial situations and was unable to provide disaster relief. They could only allow the disaster to spread and let the states handle it on their own.
As a result, countless peasants fleeing famine and disaster were directly recruited by various rebel armies who were dissatisfied with Daqian, and in turn attacked the prefectures and counties.
My predecessor was originally the son of a small wealthy family in Chu'an City, Taizhou, but Chu'an City was destroyed by the South Route Rebels, and the entire family was lost in the war..."
Bai Mo, who had recovered part of his memory, began to sort out the memory of his predecessor.
"In general, this body is like an unlucky guy who can be seen everywhere in troubled times, with his family ruined and his family dead."
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 floating clouds.
Jade pendants and the like can only be worth some money unless they can be sold back to the rear where Daqian is still relatively stable.
In the chaotic frontline battlefield, it is difficult to sell these dead gold and silver at a high price.
You can neither eat nor kill.
If you go to a war hyena like a traveling merchant to exchange it, you will often just get a few steamed buns and give them away.
These profiteers, who have been wandering around for many years, have many ways to return to the rear and sell the things they collected cheaply at full prices.
But most people don't even know the road, let alone the various dangers along the way. If they can't walk very far, they will either be eaten by the refugees or become one of the refugees.
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"Daqian... should be a spiritual world subordinate to Daochen Immortal Realm, and then a small mortal country subordinate to a certain mortal world."
With the help of the memory of this predecessor and the information carried in his remnant soul, Bai Mo quickly figured out his position.
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The only one in the immortal world, its name is Daochen, and it is also the only world that can accommodate life above the level of true immortal. The source of all the races in the world comes from this.
Under the Daochen Immortal Realm, there are hundreds of spiritual realms, in which countless branches of all races also live.
Under the spiritual world, there is a small world as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, called the mortal world.
The Daochen Immortal Realm, thousands of spiritual realms, and countless mortal realms together make up the Daochen Realm as a whole.
Only the size of the immortal world can carry the long-term existence of a true immortal.
The upper limits of many spiritual realms are only Mahayana monks.
Compared with the spiritual world that can accommodate the existence of monks in the Mahayana stage, many mortal worlds with thinner spiritual energy can only support the existence of monks in the transformation stage.
Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, and spirit transformation.
Refining the void, combining the body, Mahayana.
True Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taoist Master.
This is the Daochen Immortal Realm, which divides the realms of all known cultivators.
Above the Taoist Master is the realm of Heavenly Dao that Moyang Taoist Bai Mo once tried to explore.
It's a pity that the way of heaven seems to have a spirit and is not willing to have another existence that can be equal to it, so it brings endless calamity.
And Bai Mo had also doubted whether it was really the way of heaven, or whether it was just a life form of a higher realm.
After all, he, Taoist Demon Yang, is not a native of the Daochen Immortal Realm, but a traveler, and his vision and vision are not limited to the knowledge of the Daochen Realm.
Everyone thinks that it is the way of heaven that is above and controls everything, but he may not necessarily see it that way.
Back then, with his Taoist power, he could also control the reincarnation of hundreds of millions of monks and mortals, and weave a dream world for them that they could not escape from from birth to death.
In the world he created, Mo Yang Dao Zun's will was completely the same as that of Heaven.
So why can't Tiandao just be a stronger being?
Of course, all of this is still far away from the remnant soul of the Taoist Master.
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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 all began to heal quickly under the nourishment of the original soul power of the remnant soul of the Taoist Master.
Of course, the price is that there was very little original soul power left before the body was seized, and now it is even more pitiful.
But this is also necessary. After crossing many dimensions, this remnant soul can no longer withstand the torment of taking over the body again.
Once the body of Xin Duo She dies, the soul of the once all-powerful and arrogant Immortal Lord can only be buried with him.
As for whether there is anything else in the main body as a back-up, his remnant soul doesn't want to gamble when it lacks a lot of memory information.
What if it’s really gone?
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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 was holding a broken gong and banging it while shouting.
The camp where Bai Mo is located is a refugee camp, which is specially designed to "accommodate" ordinary people like his predecessor who were displaced due to unrest.
Some of them are real refugees who ran away because of the government's excessive extortion, and some of them are fake refugees and real prisoners who were captured by the rebels and forced to serve as cannon fodder in the battle.
But once you enter a refugee camp, you will soon become a real refugee.
The rules of the refugee camp are also very simple. Be a cannon fodder and rush to the front to consume the arrows and physical strength of the officers and soldiers on the opposite side. Every time you come back alive, you can have a full meal.
After all, in the age of cold weapons, no matter how brave a soldier is, his physical strength is limited.
Killing ten or twenty people in a row will make your hands tired.
If fifty or a hundred people were to be killed by one of them, they might not be able to kill them all even if they were tired.
The value of cannon fodder lies in their flesh and blood that can be chopped down.
"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!"
Facing the cannon fodder team with low morale, the military leader who did not know much about morale-boosting routines could only forcefully draw the cake and use the little hope he had to try to maintain the queue of the refugee camp.
"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.
Not to mention that what they usually eat are all junk things, grass roots, tree bark, and occasionally something that looks like potatoes. It is difficult to satisfy their hunger and survive, and their physical strength is not enough to support high-intensity fighting.
Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, they will have no choice but to be cannon fodder and become targets for the enemy's physical strength and arrows.
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 it will not be like the Hugang Camp, you can still manage your food and clothing. .
