The Infinite Way of the Heroic Army

It was an afternoon. After I finished exercising, I was watching the sunset in the front yard of the dojo. The orange-red sunset was very warm. My father and I had been separated for a long time. I was very lonely alone in the dojo. I missed him very much. , I don’t know how long it will take for the war to end, and whether my father is safe and sound. After all, he is the god of war of this generation.

It was getting dark and my father hadn't come back yet. I was about to go back and prepare dinner, but when I turned around I heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

A sudden thought occurred in my heart. There are only my father and me in the Wuji clan now, and no one else can get in. So there is only one fact.

My father stood at the door as he had when he left, but the tired look on his face could not be concealed.

Father said the war was over and we had won.

I am happy that my father can come back safely, and I am also happy that this war has been won.

I prepared dinner and hot water for my father. He was very happy, and so was I. But I always felt that my father had changed.

The next morning, my father told me that we could go down the mountain and continue to live an ordinary life. I asked my father, how can we live an ordinary life when so many people outside know that you are the God of War?

My father said that few people knew my true identity and they would not bother us.

I was very curious about what my father experienced on the battlefield. I asked my father on the way down the mountain, but he did not tell me about this experience.

I just said that I am not a god, war is a terrible thing, and these are not good experiences.

We returned to the original village, but the familiar people were gone.

My father took me to meet that person again and gave him a few leaves taken from the Ji tree. He said that if we have any difficulties or will have difficulties in the future, we can let Ji Ye guide us.

The man who wanted to keep his father did not do so in the end, but just said "take care" to his father.

My father took me back from the capital. I saw too many traces of war along the way, and everyone was discussing the God of War and telling his heroic deeds. Their faces were full of admiration.

I was proud that my father was such a great hero, but this great hero was not happy about it. I didn't understand it at the time.

Many years have passed, and the question still remains in my heart: what happened during the time when I was separated from my father.

I expressed my wish to my father, but my father did not tell me. I decided to directly visit the veterans who knew who had been on the battlefield. When my father found out, he did not stop me. Instead, he gave me a token and asked me not to be exposed. You are of the Wuji clan, take that token and ask them, and they will tell you what you want to know.

I took my father's token and started to trace my father's traces. I didn't understand why my father didn't tell me directly. Would the result be different?

After hearing many stories, and in my constant pursuit, I suddenly came up with the idea of ​​writing a family history about the Wuji clan.

I once talked with that person, and he said that his father deliberately lowered his sense of existence. His father paid too much for this war. After that battle, his father withdrew from the battlefield. He was unwilling to kill those who had no sense of resistance. of young people.

I know very little about the Wuji clan, and even most of the Wuji descendants don’t know that they are from the God of War clan. The history of our ancestors and fathers should not be buried in the dust of history like this.

The descendants of the glory for whom they have devoted their efforts should not know anything, and who paid for their better and better lives should not be forgotten.

So I not only searched for the traces of my father, but also began to trace the traces of my ancestors. Unfortunately, they all deliberately erased their own sense of existence, making it difficult to obtain information.

But regardless of whether it is detailed or vague, this history of the Wuji clan has been completed and can be traced back to ancient times. However, some of them are inferred by me and are not necessarily correct.

The one I can record in the most detail is my father. Even if he didn't say anything, most of the people he sheltered survived and followed him until the end of the war, so that part about my father was something they saw with their own eyes.

My father hates war and hates killing. He is invincible on the battlefield, but he is not a god. He can only be invincible by himself. All the living lives have fallen in front of him. Even yesterday, he was still with us. They talked and laughed again, looking forward to tomorrow. They admired their father so much and hoped that he could bring victory.

Seeing countless people with hope fall, my father decided to end the war as quickly as possible, but every time he swung his sword, he felt that a piece of his heart was missing.

In fact, my father knew about the ambush that time, and they could not hide the source plan system from his father, but his father still decided to use the trick because he knew that if he could succeed this time, the war would be over.

No one in the coalition forces will dare to resist him. This will not only reduce the casualties here, but also reduce the casualties of the coalition forces.

He told the story to that person, but he didn't agree, including other people. They didn't want his father to take such a risk, and wanted his father to retreat or wait for their own cannon to be transported.

But my father still insisted on his idea. The situation was deadlocked and no one could persuade anyone. In fact, a group of people took turns to dissuade his father, but no matter what they said, they could not persuade him.

Finally, their father said, "I'm tired." They looked into their father's eyes and understood. Although they were worried about their father, they decided to implement their father's plan.

My father was walking on the battlefield, and they all hid behind him. Their reluctance at that time was still so strong when I told this story many years later.

When countless shells and bullets were directed at their father, they still underestimated the determination of the coalition forces, but there was nothing they could do. They could only secretly pray in their hearts that their father could hold on and survive.

After the shelling ended, when the dust settled on the battlefield, the originally flat land was now full of potholes. They stared at their father's original position. The black smoke and fog began to dissipate, and a figure stood there, with the wind blowing his clothes. and black hair.

The place where my father stood was much shorter. Finally, the smoke cleared. His white clothes were still fluttering, not stained with any dust, and he was still as handsome as ever.

He kept walking, a barrage of fire like this not even damaging his clothes.

Everyone cheered and everyone was inspired by the new government. Naturally, the coalition's mentality collapsed and they were defeated. Some people fled directly, while others surrendered.

In fact, I am already practicing well now, but I should not be able to survive in such a situation. But at that time, my father was standing in front of the dojo safe and sound, so how did he survive?