Can I say that I didn’t think about anything before punching, and that my fist flew out before my mind?
You will definitely want to laugh when you talk about it. The "self" probably doesn't understand it at this time.
When I was there, I just thought of myself as a story, a strange life experience. Even if there were some unforgettable memories left behind, it was only a moment in the end.
You won't be me after all.
I have guarded the border for eight years and fought bloody battles for eight years to reach my current status.
If you are not a general, then you can also say that one general's achievements are worth thousands of bones.
I have a bottom line, but the bottom line is also quite flexible. At least I can take the initiative to give gifts to my boss and recognize the factions.
But I really can't bear to see the scene in front of me.
My brothers and I fought bloody battles on the battlefield and used our lives to earn meritorious deeds.
Some people take our lives and efforts for granted, and even dismiss them.
My fist was thrown out before my reason.
Do you regret it? Maybe you do.
In many cases, the rational approach is of course the best solution. For example, swallowing your anger now and pretending to be complicit with them, collect evidence later, report it to the court, and wait until the court comes to settle the matter.
From the current standpoint, that is definitely the optimal solution, and it is very likely that we can directly repel and defeat them.
But who in life can maintain the most rational state all the time?
I fought my way out of a weak spot in the army.
It is impossible for a pinnacle-level grandmaster to fight tens of thousands of people head-on, but if I want to leave, the hastily coming army cannot keep me.
I can only say that I hid it very well before, and the other party made active preparations. If it were an ordinary grandmaster, he would die without a burial place if he stayed here.
But I hide too much. On the surface, I am at the pinnacle of the True Yuan Realm. No one can imagine that I hide a huge level.
Shortly before the army encircled me, I rushed out of the area.
The lord of the border, the general who commanded many armies, roared to the sky at night, and the boiling air pressure covered the air for more than ten miles.
Looking at him from a distance, I felt chills in my heart. He was already connected to all the meridians in his body and had to break through all mysteries. He was about to become a figure at the level of a Martial Saint, a true Grand Master.
Impulse is the devil, and I actually became an enemy of such a person.
But there is no regret medicine in the world, and I don’t have many regrets.
I got enough evidence. Before I carried out this task, I vaguely sensed that something was wrong. There were many photo stones hidden inside the armor I was wearing, and what happened that day was completely recorded.
Not long after escaping from this area, I publicly played this video at the border gate.
It's not to win the support of the soldiers at the border. It's just to make them hesitate. At the same time, it's also to publicly pass the information to Jinyiwei and Liumen.
The border is so important, there will definitely be no shortage of Jin Yiwei and six-door spies.
As long as such earth-shattering news spreads, there is absolutely no way to hide it.
As for whether you believe it or not, I don't really care.
Bian Guan dares to carry out these activities semi-publicly. There must be many people who have reported to the authorities over the years, but the leader of Bian Guan has always been him, which shows that he must also have the support of big people above him, and he must have made a considerable amount of income.
Sent upwards.
Maybe this kind of news will be suppressed, and they will definitely throw a lot of dirt on me, but at least some people will believe me and won't let my actions implicate my family.
It's difficult for me to get inside the border.
The Picture Stone was played publicly for a period of time in the border gates, and I was almost beaten to death. I played it while the northern barbarians were invading.
They react very quickly.
Not only because they were concerned about me spreading 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 gate, the master of the border gate left a spiritual mark on my body. With his willpower approaching the level of a martial saint, it would be difficult for me to remove it in a short time.
I didn't dare to 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 working at the border, what is outside the border is a dead end for many people. If you go deep into it, there is only a dead end, but it is still familiar to me. I have left maps of many roads.
I also know where the relevant tribes gather, otherwise even if they know the road and there is no food, a small army going deep into it will be a dead end.
I was guarding the border at the border, and for eight years I was a life-and-death enemy with the barbarians. I didn't expect that in the end I would have to rely on the protection of the barbarians.
The master of the border has gone out to search many times, and I can feel the terrifyingly powerful blood and pressure.
God knows how many heavenly and earthly treasures, demonic beast essences and blood he has devoured over the years.
I can only go deep into the hinterland of the barbarians and dare not look back.
The most terrifying opponent and enemy in the past became my protective umbrella at some point.
The Northland is extremely cold and has endless scenery, which is extremely impressive. However, it is too unfriendly to ordinary people. It is difficult to live in such an environment.
Perhaps only master-level figures can quietly appreciate such scenery.
I have been hiding in the Northland for more than two years. In fact, in the first year, I had completely eliminated the spiritual imprint of the border lord, and they could no longer trace my traces.
But I did not return directly to the border and Daxia.
I just secretly went to the border to inquire about my information. I was thought to be missing outside the border.
Some people say that I betrayed Daxia and went to the barbarians.
There are also people who say that I was unwilling to join in the conspiracy and found out the secrets in the army, so I was silenced.
But that's all. The army didn't really deal with me, and neither did the court.
My matter was handled in a low-key manner, and no one seemed to care.
As for border transactions, it seems that they are still going on as usual.
I am still walking outside the border, and when I go deep into the white mountains and black waters, I can sometimes see northern barbarians wearing uniforms and armor.
You can also see bags containing food among some tribes, which are also unique to the military.
I didn't go back, I just investigated the various tribes in the white mountains and black waters in more detail, and memorized all the terrain I knew. This was the top secret.
Even in the border areas, it is difficult to have detailed maps of the land of white mountains and black waters, and it is even impossible to have detailed reports on the various tribes of the northern barbarians in the land of white mountains and black waters.
No master at the peak of his field would spend a lot of 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.
Among the white mountains and black waters, even a master-level figure will be killed if he is accidentally exposed. The northern barbarians have no shortage of masters.