Can I say that I didn't think about anything before I threw the punch, and that my fist swung out before my reason?
You must want to laugh when I say this. I guess even my “self” is confused at this time.
When I was young, I just thought of myself as a story, a peculiar life experience. Even if there were some unforgettable memories left, it was only a moment after all.
You won't be me after all.
I have been guarding the border for eight years, fighting bloody battles for eight years, to reach my current status and position.
Even if you are not a general, it can still be said that a general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.
I have a bottom line, but it is also quite flexible. At least I can take the initiative to give gifts to my superiors and recognize the faction.
But I really can't bear to see such a scene.
My brothers and I fought bloody battles on the battlefield and risked our lives for honor.
Some people take our lives and our efforts for granted, or even look down on them.
My fists flew out before my reasoning.
Do you regret it? Maybe.
In many cases, the rational approach is of course the best solution, such as swallowing your anger now and pretending to be in cahoots with them, then collecting evidence and reporting it to the court, waiting for the court to come and settle accounts.
From the current standpoint, that is definitely the best solution, and it is very likely that we can directly repel and defeat them.
But who in life can always stay in the most rational state?
I fought my way out of a weak point in the army.
It is impossible for a top-level master to fight tens of thousands of people head-on, but if I want to leave, the army that came in a hurry will not be able to stop me.
I can only say that I hid very well before, and the other party made active and sufficient preparations. If it were an ordinary master, he would be killed without a burial place if he stayed here.
But I hid too much. On the surface, I was at the peak of the True Essence Realm, and no one could have imagined that I had hidden a higher level.
I rushed out of the area shortly before the army surrounded me.
The general who commanded many armies at the border roared to the sky at night, and the boiling blood pressure covered more than ten miles.
I felt a chill in my heart just looking at him from afar. All the meridians in his body were already open, and he was about to break through the mysterious gate. He was about to become a martial saint, a true grandmaster.
Impulse is the devil, and I actually became an enemy of such a person.
But there is no medicine for regret in the world, and I don’t regret it much.
I have enough evidence. Before carrying out this mission, I had a vague sense that something was wrong. There are many photo stones hidden inside the armor I am wearing, and what happened that day was fully recorded.
Shortly after escaping from this area, I publicly broadcast this video at the border.
It's not about winning the support of the soldiers on the border, it's just to make them hesitate, and at the same time to publicly pass the information to the Jinyiwei and the Liushenmen.
The border is so important that there must be a lot of spies from the Jinyiwei and the Liushenmen.
Once such earth-shattering news gets out, there is absolutely no way to conceal it.
As for whether you believe it or not, I don’t really care.
The border dares to carry out these activities semi-publicly. I believe that many people have reported him to the higher authorities over the years, but he has always been the master of the border. This shows that he must have the support of bigwigs above him, and he must have sent a considerable amount of income to the higher authorities.
Perhaps such news will be suppressed, and they will definitely throw a lot of dirty water on me, but at least some people will believe me and will not let my actions implicate my family.
It is very difficult for me to get into the border.
The photo stone was publicly displayed at the border for a period of time, and I was almost beaten to death. I played it when the northern barbarians invaded.
They reacted extremely quickly.
It was not only because they took into consideration my spreading of the news, but also because when I took action that day, they left a mark on me with a special talisman.
When I escaped from the border, the border lord left a spiritual mark on my body. With his will close to the level of a martial saint, it would be difficult for me to eliminate it in a short period of time.
I didn't dare go inside the pass, so I could only go deep into the land of white mountains and black waters.
Thanks to my eight years of hard work at the border, the border is a dead end for many people, and there is only one way out if you go deep into it. But for me, it is quite familiar, and I have left maps of many roads.
I also know where the relevant tribes gather. Otherwise, even if I knew the road, without food, a small army would be dead if it went deep into them.
I was stationed at the frontier, and for eight years I was a mortal enemy of the barbarians. I never expected that in the end I would have to rely on the barbarians for protection.
The border lord had gone out searching many times, and I could feel the terrifyingly powerful energy and pressure.
God knows how many rare treasures and monster blood he has devoured over the years.
I could only go deep into the heart of the barbarians and dared not look back.
The most terrifying opponents and enemies in the past have become my umbrella of protection at certain moments.
The North is extremely cold and has endless scenery, which is extremely impressive. However, it is too unfriendly for ordinary people, and it is difficult to survive in such an environment.
Perhaps only masters can quietly appreciate such scenery.
I have been hiding in the north for more than two years. In fact, I had already cleared the spiritual imprint of the border lord in the first year, and they could no longer track me.
But I did not return directly to the border and return to Daxia.
I just went to the border secretly and inquired about my news. I was thought to be missing outside the border.
Some say that I betrayed Daxia and defected to the barbarians.
Some also said that I was unwilling to go along with the corrupt officials and was killed because I found out the secrets of the army.
But that was all. The army and the court didn’t really take any action against me.
My matter was handled so quietly and no one seemed to care.
As for border transactions, they seem to be proceeding as usual.
I still travel outside the border, deep in the White Mountains and Black Waters, and sometimes I can see northern barbarians wearing uniforms and armor.
You can also see bags of food in some tribes, which are also sacks unique to the army.
I didn't go back, but investigated the various tribes between the White Mountains and the Black Waters in more detail, and memorized all the terrain I knew. This was top secret.
Even at the border, it is difficult to find a detailed map of the land of White Mountains and Black Waters, let alone a detailed report on the various tribes of the northern barbarians in the land of White Mountains and Black Waters.
No master at the pinnacle of his field would spend so much time and energy exploring this area.
They would never spend so much time or take such a big risk to do such a small thing.
Between the White Mountains and the Black Waters, even a master-level figure would be killed if he was accidentally exposed. The northern barbarians were not short of masters.
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