Chen Mo grabbed the red blood stone, the stone was very translucent, like a gem.

However, in an instant, the whole stone quickly became dull and gloomy, and lost its previous color.

Chen Mo couldn't figure out the changes in this stone, but he still put it away for the time being.

"Bell!" A crisp gong sounded from near and far, followed by two more strikes.

Chen Mo remembered clearly that at this time, the husband in the barracks was beating the gong to announce the time.

The gong sounded three times, which means that it is now the third watch.

Although Chen Mo couldn't understand why someone was still arranged in the barracks to beat the gong to tell the time, he felt extremely relieved when he heard the gong at this time.

But then he realized that something was wrong, if he could be in the barracks, then everything that had just happened would definitely wake up many people, why didn't anyone come out to check the situation!

It was only with the sound of the gong that the gray fog in front of him quickly dissipated, and in only two or three blinks of an eye, the entire military camp appeared in front of him again.

And he was in the haystack, the haystack that he had just dodged from hiding.

Looking at everything in front of him, he was really in a trance, if it weren't for the wound on his body and the red blood stone in his arms, it would still exist.

Chen Mo would even suspect that the experience he had just experienced did not exist, and everything was just his own illusion.

But whether it is the bloody wound on the body that is still transmitting pain, or the dim red blood stone, it proves that everything that happened just now is indeed real.

Chen Mo looked outside through the gap between the haystacks, the gray mist disappeared completely, and the entire military camp was still waiting there.

After a cursory sweep of the broken clothes on his body, Chen Mo took them off directly, and temporarily bandaged the wounds on his body to stop the bleeding.

Except for the thumb, the other four fingers of his left hand had different injuries, but he could roughly feel that they were all flesh wounds, not bones.

As for the legs, they were clawed a lot by the blood monkey, and there was no blood when they were separated by clothes, but they left dozens of blue and purple palm prints, which took time to slowly heal.

The rebirth not only has improved his strength, but it seems that his ability to resist attacks has also improved a lot.

These injuries seem to be quite serious, but they only hurt the flesh and skin, and they can be healed in ten days and half a month at most.

It's just that the sudden injury may affect the next pro-soldier assessment.

There is a shortage of medicine in the barracks, but for ordinary soldiers, there is no shortage of good medicine for horses, and if you use some secretly tomorrow, your injuries will be healed faster.

I just have to find a way to cover it up, otherwise I won't be able to explain the origin of the wound.

After briefly bandaging the wound, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and stood up from the haystack, taking advantage of the night to move carefully towards the barracks.

Originally, he still planned to be reborn and spend the night in the haystack to save himself from being discovered by the sentinels.

Now, even if he was discovered by the sentry, he did not dare to settle in the haystack.

Being discovered by the sentinels may not be dead, but if you fall into the gray fog again and encounter other strange creatures, you may really die.

Cautiously returning to his barracks, Ma Cai snorted and slept soundly.

Chen Mo had long been accustomed to this, and he lay back on his bed before he dared to relax.

Finally, I have the strength to think about what I have been through.

From hearing the sound of the gong, it was certain that he had never left the barracks, and probably even stayed in the haystack all the time.

But what happened to me in the gray fog is definitely not fake.

He may have been swallowed or taken away by the gray mist for some reason, and the haystack was also taken away because of his proximity to him.

In the process, he was not completely swallowed or taken away by the gray mist, but only partially entered the gray mist.

With the sound of the gong, the gray fog that wanted to take him away was dispelled, and he appeared in the real world again.

And the reason why the gong should be struck in the barracks is because someone knows that the fog will appear, so it is necessary to arrange for people to strike the gong every day to prevent someone from being swallowed by the fog.

Of course, this was just his speculation, and he didn't know what the specifics were.

Is the gray mist a natural phenomenon that will appear in this world, or is it because of its own rebirth, which causes it to be swallowed by the gray fog itself.

Striking the gong didn't dispel the fog, but it just happened that I heard the gong when the fog was about to fade.

Whether or not this was the case he couldn't be sure, it was all just speculation on his part, and he lacked much information.

One thing is certain, however, that you will never fall into a gray fog during the day and at night when you lie in your room with others.

Otherwise, he would have entered the gray mist long ago when he got up at night, and he would never have entered it for the first time so long after coming to this world.

However, although he was sure of this, he still took the only weapon he had, a dagger no more than five inches long, and carried it in his arms, so that he dared to sleep peacefully.

One night was peaceful, and the next day it was bright, and Chen Mo woke up early as usual.

Reborn, it does have a miraculous effect, the wound on the hand, but it scabs overnight.

At this rate, I am afraid that my wounds will be healed before the selection of pro-soldiers.

Chen Mo took advantage of the dark sky to find a set of clothes with long cuffs and put them on his body to cover the wounds on his hands.

It may seem a little weird this way, but it's better than just letting people see the wound.

They don't usually have too many people paying attention, as long as they can hide a few from them.

Anyway, according to the speed of healing of this wound, it is estimated that the scab will be removed in two days tomorrow.

As for the bruises on the legs, most of them disappeared overnight, and at most they will be fine tomorrow, and they don't worry about being seen when they put on their pants.

"You said that our military camp is not in the county, which thief dares to steal us without opening his eyes. The captain arranged for someone to beat the gong and shout to us to get up in the morning, and why did he arrange someone to tell the time at night, so that he wouldn't even let people sleep peacefully. ”

Chen Mo seemed to inadvertently complain, if the gray fog was a normal phenomenon in this world, then Ma Cai, a native, might know more.

"Who knows, this is a long-standing rule, who dares to touch it." Ma Cai shook his head.

In fact, he didn't understand why he had to beat the gong in the barracks at night to signal the time when there were light and dark sentinels.

The main purpose of arranging guards to ring gongs and announce the time in towns is to prevent and deter bandits.

Even with a reminder to the people to be careful of the candles, if there is a sudden fire at night, the watchman will also ring the gong to remind the sleeping people to wake up.

And there are light and dark sentinels in the barracks, and it is normal to arrange people to report the time in the morning and evening, but it is a bit redundant to arrange more guards at night.

It's just that this rule has been around for a long time, and it's very dead, so no one dares to change it.

Chen Mo nodded lightly and didn't say anything, but he had a guess in his heart, and the sound of the gong was mostly a means to disperse the gray mist.

Otherwise, this matter would not have been executed so well.

They are not a border army, military discipline is a mess, and the captain of the school obviously does not have much enthusiasm for managing the barracks and training the soldiers except for drinking the blood of the soldiers and eating empty salaries.

In this case, if the rule is still well enforced, then it means that the rule is necessary, and if it is not enforced, there may be problems.

It seems that gray fog may be a relatively common situation in this world, and the sound of gongs and drums can indeed dispel gray fog.

Of course, these are just his guesses, and with his current status, it is impossible to get into more detailed information.

All he could do was stay in peace for the next few days, waiting for the pro-soldier selection to arrive.