In this weird world, I use my body to control all things

Chen Mo chewed the dry food he bought from the town and moved forward slowly.

The sixty-mile journey was far or near, and he couldn't get there without eating something.

The dry and hard flatbread is swallowed and digested into nutrients for the body.

The reason why Chen Mo dared to join the army was not only because he was desperate, but also because he had someone to rely on.

It’s just that this reliance cannot be used now.

That is a bead, which is stored in the Dantian of one's abdomen and travels with oneself into this world.

The name of the bead is the Mortal Bead, and its function is very simple, that is, it helps people reborn and improves their physical strength.

And if you want to be reborn, you need to accumulate enough energy and blood power.

Chen Mo has traveled to the present for several months, either on the run or on the road to escape, and has not had a few full meals.

It is impossible to accumulate any excess energy and blood power, so until now, the Ordinary Transformation Pearl is still empty.

But as long as you join the army, no matter how hard it is, it will be better than fleeing. You will definitely be able to slowly accumulate energy and blood.

Once enough Qi and blood are accumulated, one can use the Transformation Pearl to be reborn.

Chen Mo ate half of a piece of dead-noodle cake, took out the water bag Zhao Yu had given him earlier, filled himself with two mouthfuls of water, and walked forward.

At dusk and the sun set, his figure was stretched extremely long.

Finding a dead tree with leeward wind, Chen Mo rested for the night and continued on his way the next day.

On the official road, besides him, there were many victims of the disaster, all of whom had obviously gone to join the army.

It's better to die than to live. Even if you surrender to the army, you can still have something to eat.

It was approaching noon, and the sun was making people feel soft all over. Chen Mo finally saw the low-hanging black flag in the distance.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace and continued to move forward.

There are a few old wooden tables under the flagpole, and a few soldiers are sitting around drinking tea. There are also three or four victims of the disaster surrounding them.

"Are you here to join the army too?" A fair-looking soldier looked at Chen Mo and asked.

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded and replied.

The fat white soldier stood up and stretched his muscles, and asked another soldier, "Old Liu, I remember that we have recruited enough people, right?" Then he turned his eyes to Chen Mo and rubbed his fingers, his meaning was quite obvious.

There were so many victims of the disaster that the soldiers who usually had to recruit strong men or use prisoners to make up for their numbers were now the victims.

They, the soldiers responsible for recruiting soldiers, can also take advantage of the opportunity.

Even if the victims who escaped from the disaster didn't have much money with them, they would never miss the two ounces of meat from the mosquito's legs.

Chen Mo looked calm, didn't say much, and kept tumbling his hands over his body.

He can take out a lot of money directly, but if he takes it out directly, the other party will probably regard him as a scapegoat and kill him severely.

After rummaging around for a long time, Chen Mo collected thirty-eight copper coins and handed them over with both hands.

The fat white soldier took the coins with a smile, lined them up on the table and counted them carefully.

"Aren't these enough!" Maitreya, the fat white soldier, said with a Buddha-like smile.

After catching the toad and peeing it out, no matter whether Chen Mo still had money or not, he would continue to exploit him.

Chen Mo frowned and hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands.

"Sir, this little guy only has so much money. The rest of the money is spent on food."

He took out the remaining half of the pie to prove what he had said before.

The fat white soldier suddenly became impatient when he saw this, and changed into a more comfortable position and asked.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"Chen Mo."

Hearing this, the soldier known as Lao Liu took out a wooden sign and quickly engraved Chen Mo's name on it.

"Take your wooden sign and go to the tent on the left to find Lao He." The fat white soldier threw the wooden sign to Chen Mo and pointed to one side of the tent.

At the end, he added with a smile, "Don't worry, the military master received a little money, but you can rest assured that the money will not be in vain."

Chen Mo took the wooden sign, walked past several victims who refused to leave because they had no money to serve as soldiers, and walked towards the camp not far away.

There was an older, dark-skinned veteran lying in the tent.

Seeing someone coming, his expression did not change. He took the wooden sign, took a look at it, and pointed to another camp.

"Go there and wait."

There were many victims who had escaped from the disaster in another tent. They were all sitting on the ground and no one spoke.

They had gone through so much trouble to escape here, and although they had not yet died of starvation, they were running out of fuel and did not want to waste any energy talking.

Chen Mo found an open space and sat down, waiting silently without saying a word.

I don’t know how long it took, but several more victims came into the camp.

Among them, there were actually two victims who had been unable to get any money, so they had to wait outside. I don't know why they were able to come in.

"You, you, you, you guys, follow me." The fat white soldier walked into the camp with a cold face and waved to several people.

Chen Mo was also among them, and he immediately stood up and left with the other party.

"Don't say I took your money in vain. You two should choose these clothes first." The fat white soldier led them into a camp.

Inside the tent were many old gray military uniforms of the same standard, which were exactly the same as the clothes he was wearing.

As for armor and weapons, it has nothing to do with disaster victims like them. It is good to get a set of military uniforms.

Chen Mo took a look at these military uniforms. Most of them were badly worn, and only a few were still in good condition.

If you take it first, you can still pick out a few good ones, while the people behind you can only pick out shabby clothes.

From this point of view, it seems that it is still early for me to join the army. Even if someone comes later, they may not be able to find a few good clothes even if they can choose first.

After choosing a set of clothes that were in good condition and clean for his height, Chen Mo held them in his hands and was not in a hurry to change them.

"Go and wash yourself, put on some clothes, and I'll see you off later." The fat white soldier said.

Naturally, these new recruits cannot stay here, but must be sent to various military camps.

As for whether to farm or raise livestock when arriving at the military camp, or whether to work as a domestic servant to serve a certain general's family, it all depends on luck.

Anyway, training has absolutely nothing to do with them. For them to serve as soldiers is actually not much different from selling themselves into slavery.

Next to the well outside the camp, there are seven or eight large wooden basins.

There is warm water inside, but the weather is not that cold now.

The reason why the victims were wearing thick clothes was mainly because they were too hungry, so they felt cold.

Chen Mo untied the layers of clothes on his body and began to scrub his body carefully.

There are so many people and so little water. If we don’t wash up now, it will be impossible to clean up later.

Moreover, the sun is shining now and there is no wind. It is not too cold after washing. It is hard to tell if it waits for a while.

Several other victims followed suit and began to wash their bodies carefully.

By the time they scrubbed it clean, the clear water had turned into muddy black muddy water.

Chen Mo asked for scissors again and trimmed his hair, which was as dry and yellow as weeds, to make it as regular as possible.

Finally, he put on a coarse military uniform. Although Chen Mo was still skinny, he finally looked like a human being.

Walking to the pile of clothes he had taken off earlier, he first put away the big cake and water bag, and then carefully took back the remaining few coins.

From the remaining rags, he picked out three sets that were still in good condition, carefully packed them with another rag, and wrapped them up.

Although these sets of clothes are dirty and smelly, as long as they are washed, they can be used as a replacement, and there is no need to spend money to buy them again.

The other victims were the same as him. They carefully selected a few acceptable pieces of clothing and put them away.

The fat white soldier saw that they were all scrubbed clean, and then he went to take other victims to choose military uniforms and clean themselves.

Later victims had to wear ragged military uniforms and wash themselves with the muddy water they washed.

"After collecting your money, don't say that I didn't take care of you. You guys will go to the military camp later. As for what you do there, it depends on your own destiny." The fat white soldier came to several people again.

Compared with other victims who were directly sent to farm in the fields, it was somewhat better to go to the military camp.

Chen Mo chewed the remaining half of the pancake, and the original feeling of being exploited had long since dissipated.

Although the other party is a bit greedy, at least judging from his current performance, he took the money and really did things, so it's not bad.

Chen Mo and the others followed the fat white soldier to the foot of a large locust tree outside the camp.

In the shade of the locust tree, a black man with missing teeth was sitting leisurely.

Seeing Chen Mo and others coming, they stood up and looked at them carefully, and then complained, "Why are they all victims of the disaster, and there is no one else?"

"As long as there are other ways to survive, who the hell is willing to be a soldier? These few are considered good." The fat white soldier replied.

The toothless black man sighed helplessly, stood up and greeted a few people, "Follow me, I will take you to the military camp."

After saying that, he walked forward with his body hunched, followed closely by Chen Mo.

He has eaten a lot in the past two days and has gained some strength. Now he no longer needs to use a stick when walking.

When we walked to the west of the sun, we saw several rows of earthen barracks and a rather wide school field.

Different from the previous recruiting camps, this is a real military camp.

"He's here?" An old man wearing a floral mandarin jacket and a face full of grooves came over and asked.

"That's all. You pick first. You decide which one you want." The toothless black man said in a respectful tone. It seemed that the old man had some status in the military camp.

The old man looked at several people with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Follow me." He pointed at Chen Mo. Compared with the others, Chen Mo was obviously taller and looked younger and stronger.

"Go and feed the horse well with He Maguan." The toothless black man waved his hand.

The other victims couldn't help but cast envious glances at Chen Mo after hearing this.

Feeding horses is undoubtedly a good job because you can steal the feed.