"What... is the way of heaven?" A rumbling voice sounded.

Qian Yang's consciousness was still in chaos. Faced with the sudden inquiry, he was stunned.

At this time, Qian Yang in the memory fragment happened to speak with confidence:

"…Where is the way of heaven is!"

That's right, that was the answer between Qian Yang and the red-faced old man in the middle of the mountain belly.

The memory fragments end here and turn into thousands of cold stars.

"What do you want?" Qian Yang finally woke up.

The huge face in the sky was unanimous, and the rumbling sound rang again:

"The world is not the direction of the heart, where is the human being?"

Qian Yang didn't think about it carefully, and blurted out according to his heart: "Only he can do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Yang saw a hint of mockery on his face:

"How to keep yourself safe?"

Qian Yang stared at the face for a long time, his tone was full of firmness: "The world is vicissitudes, it does not go against his original intention!"

His face glared at Qian Yang, but Qian Yang was not afraid at all.

A smile appeared on his face, and then turned into a ball of black mist, wrapping Qian Yang tightly in it. A rumbling sound seemed to come from the horizon: "Wait for me to see how you don't go against your original intention!"

A strong sleepiness came in an instant, and Qian Yang lost consciousness in the blink of an eye...

.........

My name is Sani, and I am a glorious soldier.

I may not know the exact meaning of glory, but since last week, Aunt Hannah next door and Uncle Tim have been praising me with the word glory.

Well, I admit, I'm just a recruit, but I'm definitely not an ordinary rookie recruit. I have the talent for shooting that can make the recruit instructors who always have a poker face admire. He even asked me more than once in a surprising tone if I had ever had any experience in joining the army.

Oh! Of course not! I don't remember any of my experience in shooting, of course, I don't remember too many things. But what does that matter! In short, now I have become a formal soldier, a glorious soldier who can get thirty crowns of military pay per week.

Mrs. Karen ate the white bread that she had been away from for a long time this morning, and the money she used was my military pay last week. I saw a long-lost smile on her face, probably the first time I saw her stretching her frown since her father died.

Of course, there may be some problems with my memory. There are only a few limited fragments in my mind about the past. So Mrs. Karen may have laughed before, maybe I just don't remember it. Who knows! Memory and other things are not important. I only know that from now on, Mrs. Karen can eat white bread, two slices every morning! If she wants.

By the way, I probably forgot to say that Mrs. Karen is my stepmother.

On the way to the barracks this morning, I visited Josephine of the cloakhouse as usual. Yes, as usual! She is such a cute girl, and my favorite is the naughty freckles on her fair skin.

Josephine may be a little nagging, but isn’t that the hormones of youth leaping? Some people say behind the scenes that she is a little snobbish. But I don’t think so, isn’t yearning for happiness a manifestation of love for life?

Josephine didn't seem to like me much before, and I rarely went to her cloak shop because of her shyness. I think it might be because she was too reserved, or she thought I was a little sloppy? No! Of course I am not a sloppy person, but my last job really made me not have the energy to modify myself. As for what my previous job was? Of course I won't tell you. You just need to know that I am a glorious soldier now!

Since last week, Josephine has obviously changed her attitude towards me. I think it must be my straight military uniform that covers my only flaw, so I decided to visit her every morning.

This morning, Josephine not only talked to me enthusiastically, but even prepared a gift for me carefully. When I unpacked the exquisite packaging, guess what I saw? Oh my God! It was a newest large-edged top hat this year, and it was sewn by Josephine himself. Looking at Josephine's slightly red cheeks, I couldn't help but feel the urge to kiss her.

Yes! Of course I kissed her!

First kiss? Stop making trouble! Have you heard of any glorious soldier who will still keep that thing at my age!

I think I might need to prepare some money to welcome my beautiful bride, of course, all this has nothing to do with the first kiss or something.

Everything in the army is fresh and my comrades are very interesting. I don’t know if my father had experienced the same wonderful life during his lifetime. Oh! May the Lord bless him, and I can’t even remember what he looks like.

Let me talk about my comrades! The guy I like the most is Daniel. He is such an excellent young man. If he didn't have that big vodka smell in his mouth, I think I would even like him more than Josephine.

Daniel always tells me something I have never heard of, he always knows something that others don't know, and is happy to tell me about it when the smell is strongest. He even shares with me the vodka at the bottom of his bottle, and of course I refuse. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected his generosity, but I am really afraid of the wine produced by our allies.

Daniel likes to talk about where the place has gone on strike again, how many people are parading on a certain street with banners. He also likes to talk about what taxes have been added recently in the city. Every time he talks about this, he looks happy, because as a glorious soldier, of course he does not need to pay taxes.

Actually, I don't mind paying a little tax a little, because I love my city and I hope she will become more and more beautiful. But if that happens, my bride will have to wait for me for a while, and my saving plan may delay for a while.

Daniel is not happy about anything he says, for example when he talks about Bolin Wall.

By the way, the city I live in is called Bolin. The Bolin Wall is naturally the scarlet wall standing outside the city. I don’t know when the Bolin Wall was built. Unfortunately, there is no such section in my memory. But I know I don’t like that wall, and no one around me likes it.

My best playmate when I was a child was that I died under the wall. I clearly remember that he liked to look at the flying birds in the sky outside the wall on a bright afternoon. Sometimes he would bury his whole face in the soil and silently. At that time, I understood, and understood his restrained yearning and his longing for no restraint. But I am really sorry, I can't remember his name, but I also clearly remember the resentment in my heart when I heard about his death.

My playmates died under the wall. Bolin looked very big, but after living here for a long time, you will find that she was actually very small. Any two people in the city may have heard of each other and may have a common social circle. The scarlet blood on Bolin's wall seems to mean that almost everyone has acquaintance and falls under Bolin's wall.

The newspaper said that all those who died there betrayed the Lord and their homes, and they were tempted by the devil and wanted to climb over the Bolin Wall and throw themselves into the devil's arms. I actually don't believe it very much, because I have never seen the devil, and of course I don't want to see it either.

Mrs. Karen obviously knew something, I remember she said there was no devil over there, yes, I remember it very clearly, but she didn't tell me what was over there.

Daniel obviously drank too much vodka that day. He shook his stiff tongue and told me that there were really no devils on the other side of the Bolin Wall, only countless white bread, and lined up with fat bee waists @ the butt girls.

He must be kidding. If it were me, I would never fight for those two things, because I shouldn't need so much white bread. Two slices per meal would be enough for me to eat, and I wouldn't need so many girls, because I have my beautiful Josephine.

I'm very satisfied with my life now, well...at least after I became a soldier.

If there is anyone in the military camp that I hate, it must be him.

I don't know his name, nor have I ever spoken to him, but for some reason, I always feel that there is a layer of dark clouds on his face, and his eyes look at me are very unfriendly. I even think he wants to eat me, even though he still has a smile on his face at that time.

He is a military policeman, and their team is responsible for guarding us soldiers. Yes, guarding. I don't think a glorious soldier needs to be taken care of like a prisoner, so I don't like military police. And that black face always stands behind me intentionally or unintentionally, giving me the illusion that he will bare his fangs at the back of my neck, so I don't like black faces even more.

Please forgive me for calling him the word blackface, but I will not apologize.

Just today, Daniel brought good news. He first said a bunch of names of some big names, and then said some words like negotiations and compromises. Daniel was obviously incoherent, but he did not forget to lower his voice and reminded me countless times not to say it. It took me a lot of effort to finally understand what he was going to say:

The Bolin Wall is about to be pushed down soon!

After hearing this news, Daniel and I were equally excited. As for the reasons for the excitement, would it be more important to say? Of course, it is because I don’t like Bolin Wall. Yes, no one likes it.

"I actually wanted to push that wall down a long time ago!"

Can I say that?

Of course I dare not say it before, but since the big guys have decided to push it down now, it means they agree with my point of view and I think I can already say my thoughts. Those who try to climb over the Bolin Wall have not hurt anyone, so I don’t think anyone has the right to kill them there, even if they are tempted by the devil, let alone the white bread and beautiful girls that may be tempted them.

Daniel covered my mouth and repeatedly warned me not to talk to anyone about the Bolin Wall until the day it was really pushed down.

OK! I can only agree with Daniel's caution, but this did not weaken the excitement in my heart at all. In the end, I made an exception and took a small sip of his vodka. I have to say that this kind of wine from our allies is really too hard to drink!

In the evening, I received my first task after joining the army. To be honest, after becoming a glorious soldier, I have been looking forward to my debut, rather than attending those boring training all day long. Therefore, when the sergeant stood in front of me, I was quite excited. But after he finished speaking about the content of this task, I would rather stay in the training camp for the rest of my life.

This is a temporary task. The task requires me to replace a sick soldier to guard the Bolin Wall tonight. Of course, the purpose of the guard is not to prevent the enemy from attacking in, but to prevent those who are tempted by the devil from escaping from outside the Bolin Wall. My task is to kill all the "devil believers" who are trying to cross the Bolin Wall.

Shooted?

Oh my God! I just heard that many people died there before, but I never thought that such a crazy mission would fall on me one day. I really wanted to tell the Sergeant Commander that the Bolin Wall no longer needs guarding! It will be pushed down soon!

But I know that it makes no sense.

He is a soldier. So do I!

He had no choice, and neither did I.

I still stood on the guardhouse next to the Bolin Wall. My mission was to guard this section of the city wall within sight and kill any creatures near the Bolin Wall. What made me even more angry was that behind me was a military policeman, oh, you guessed it, he was a black face.

Fate is like to tease people. Blackface always appears beside me for no reason. I used to think he was the military police officer in charge of the recruits, but at this time I had arrived at the Bolin Wall twenty miles from the recruits, and he actually appeared behind me as promised.

Now I know that his job may not be to be responsible for the recruits or the Bolin Wall, but to be responsible for me. It seems that my military pay should be 60 kroner per week, only half of it is used to hire this guy who only exists for me.

At the moment, I can only expect that no one will appear before the city wall tonight.

They can set their travel time tomorrow. The sick guard tomorrow should be cured, right? I can even pray devoutly before the Lord for the health of the comrade whom I have never met.

Of course, they can also change their travel route a little. I heard that the scenery near the city wall in front is more seductive, and the guards there are taller and more handsome. In short, they must be much more attractive than me, a poor, humble, and cowardly rookie recruit.

I admit, I am just a useless bastard, and I am a timid waste.

I couldn't help but shed tears, just as the boy with a big top hat touched under the Bolin wall.

"Rise your gun, soldier!" The annoying voice rang behind me.

Yes, I have to kill the boy who ignores the ban.

I am a glorious soldier, and it is my duty to obey orders, and it is my glory to kill him.

And he actually dared to appear in front of me with the big-rimmed top hat. If I read correctly, his hat was exactly the same as the one given to me by Josephine. You must know that the big-rimmed top hat was sewn by Josephine himself, and there would never be another hat in the world that was the same as it.

Maybe I read it wrong, but what does that matter? Shameful thief! You gave me another reason to kill you.

I looked at my hands slowly raised my rifle, but why can't my damn hand pull the bolt? I knew that the guy behind me had touched the holster at his waist, and I also knew that his cowhide holster contained a Ruger pistol. But what does that have to do with me? As long as I kill the damn thief, the military police who had half of my military pay would naturally put down his hand obediently.

Then...if I didn't shoot, would I just say if, would he kill me? Just like killing any soldier who violated military orders? Maybe not, if I turn around and plead with him now, he wouldn't kill me, well! No! He would at most send me to the military court, and then...and...oh! God! My dear Josephine! My dear Daniel! And... Mrs. Karen's favorite white bread!

I don't know what I was thinking about. Things are so simple. As long as I kill the boy who was seduced by the devil, everything will return to the original trajectory. I am still a glorious soldier. I can listen to Daniel telling the new things every day and drink the "delicious" vodka produced by our allies. I can also prepare a lot of white bread for Mrs. Karen and smile like a naive child. Of course, I will marry my beloved Josephine and kiss her soft cheeks with freckles every day...

Yes, I must kill the thief who was seduced by the devil!

I pulled the bolt and aimed at his head. Yes, I have an extraordinary shooting talent, I am a sharpshooter, and I am sure I can easily shoot that kid in the head.

Actually, I don’t need to think so much. I am just a soldier. What else can I do besides executing orders?

I can't do anything!

I am just a soldier, a glorious soldier!

"Bang!"

I shot! A big top hat was nailed to the wall by me.
To be continued...