There is indeed a problem in the north, and the problem is quite big.
The alien race that was defeated many times back then made a comeback again.
The border gate has been knocked down again and again, between the white mountains and the black water.
But before I came here, I had never heard of a major war in the north. The court had no news at all. At most, they only mentioned it in some memorials. The foreign tribes in the north were not afraid, and they occasionally withdrew.
Only after I came here did I know what occasional means.
Small-scale marches south have become the norm, and real large-scale army operations are only occasional, but not occasional anymore.
Once the temperature begins to drop and heavy snow is about to close the mountains, they will head south at all costs to plunder supplies.
However, such a life is worthy of a man.
In the life of a fierce warrior, there is always something to experience.
Since the Book of Life and Death no longer predicts my future, I know clearly that I am one of the time fragments of that entity.
Then in such activities and actions, I can be as bold as possible to try things that I wanted to do but didn't dare to do before.
Because I was an outstanding graduate of the Wushu Academy, I became Du Bo as soon as I joined the company and had fifty people under me.
And as long as I achieve some military exploits, or stay at the grassroots level for a period of time, I can easily be promoted to a general with hundreds of people.
The prerequisite is to survive.
The foreign races in the north have always been despised by civil servants and considered to be nothing to fear.
In fact, they are very powerful. In the official name, they are called the Northern Barbarians.
Tall and strong, those who can survive in the coldest and coldest places are all extremely powerful people. Natural selection makes them stronger with each generation, and the weak ones have all died.
Their physique is similar to that of demons, extremely outstanding.
Moreover, they are not as incompetent in warfare as in the books written by civil servants, and can only rely on brute force.
Their wisdom is not inferior to the people of Daxia, otherwise they would not have fought with Daxia for hundreds of years, winning and losing.
In terms of weapons, they are not as good as the weapons, armor, crossbows, and artillery specially smelted by the Great Xia Military Department, but in terms of combat and bravery, they are not inferior to anyone.
I have had head-on battles with them and encountered many small groups of barbarians heading south.
They are powerful and move quickly. Small groups of elites are constantly moving south, making them quite difficult to resist.
The real life in the military is completely different from what I imagined.
Orders and prohibitions make people feel depressed all the time.
I have stayed at the border for many years, and the most profound impression I have is the coldness that seems to penetrate my bones.
In the coldest season, the knife will stick to your hand, and the cold armor will tear off the flesh on your body.
Before this deep cold, there was a period when the northern barbarians moved south on a large scale.
They will head south crazily, no matter the cost, in order to plunder enough supplies for the winter.
In the third year of my stay at the border, I lost count of how many times I encountered northern barbarians.
But I still remember the excitement, throbbing, and hot blood in my heart when I saw the northern barbarians for the first time.
I became a tooth gatekeeper, and I can already manage five hundred people under my command.
But I no longer had the initial excitement in my heart, and the military was not as pure as I imagined, and there were also various factions.
I am from the south of the Yangtze River and graduated from the Longxing Martial Arts Academy. I belong to the pure southern school in everyone's eyes.
Promotions in all aspects will be affected. It is not obvious in the early stage, but it will become more and more obvious as you continue to advance.
During these three years, I have moved forward bravely.
The number of enemies killed was extremely large, and in the most peak battle, an army of a thousand men was wiped out.
Logically speaking, this is a brilliant victory.
But it only allowed me to be promoted to the rank of Gatekeeper, not even the Cavalry Commander.
This is actually quite infuriating.
However, the explanation was also given above. My qualifications were too junior. I had only been in Beidi for three years. Although I had made many contributions, my qualifications were too junior and did not meet the promotion process. I thought about it and reluctantly accepted it.
Although I can tell that they really don't want me to be promoted to a higher level. After many years of life and death experience, I haven't improved much in other aspects, but my eyesight has indeed improved a lot.
He is quite knowledgeable about all kinds of human feelings and worldly ways.
In the next two years, many of my peers who were far less meritorious than me were promoted to Cavalry Capital, and were able to take charge of more than 2,000 people.
And I still didn't get promoted, but someone brought me a reminder that the superior thought I was too ignorant.
I gave a thousand-year-old ginseng cut from outside the customs to the chief.
Then the thing that had stuck with me for more than two years came easily. In just two days, I got the appointment of the Riding Superintendent.
And after that, my boss was very considerate and gave me some pointers.
"As a southerner and living in the north, you are born with the label of a southerner. It will be difficult to truly rise to the top. You should have come here long ago..."
"Everything in the military is based on merit, but in many cases it does not only rely on strength, but also requires the ability to observe words and emotions."
I'm not sure. The outside of the pass is barren, and the interior of the pass is actually not very wealthy. Year-round fighting consumes a huge amount of materials.
The supplies provided to the military will not be in short supply, but they will not be sufficient either. Especially in recent years, the northern aliens have always been weak in official battle reports, and the officials have not paid much attention to them.
Therefore, practicing in the military, especially in the middle and late stages, is quite difficult.
But for me, it's not that difficult.
Although Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra is a Buddhist practice, it does not talk about compassion, benevolence, justice and morality. As long as you can eliminate enough obsessions, you can improve step by step.
As for the depth of obsession, no one has more obsession than the northern barbarians. In the war between countries, the northern barbarians go south all the year round and commit countless killings at the border.
Moreover, these obsessions are quite simple, often just stabbing a barbarian or killing a barbarian, which is very easy to accomplish.
I have been traveling around various places all year round, just to collect many obsessions. When facing the barbarians, I moved forward bravely, regardless of my own safety.
Most of the time, even my superiors had to admire me. My nickname in the military was Bloody Hands. It was during an outing that I fought bravely to win. My weapons and armor were all broken, but I could still fight with my bare hands.
The hands of the hundreds of barbarians were soaked in blood.
Hence the name "bloody massacre".
After five years of bloody fighting in the Northland, ordinary people would suffer hidden wounds and it would be unbearable. However, I made breakthroughs in such a harsh environment and reached the Grandmaster at a time when no one knew.
However, I did not publicize it in a big way and chose to hide it because I felt that there were some problems in the military.
The weapons and armor of the elite soldiers of the opposing barbarians were similar to those of Daxia, and could even be said to be exactly the same.