In the 10th year of the New Mandalorian calendar (32 BBY), Max led his subordinates and their families on a journey of self-exile to the Outer Rim.
Yes, that's right, Max Vizla, who is our transmigrator Blake Shepard, could be said to have quite good luck. Having transmigrated to the Star Wars universe only three years ago, he had already grown to become a faction leader with thousands of followers, enjoying a certain reputation on Concord Dawn and its surrounding sectors.
After transmigrating to this world and gradually accepting and adapting to the fact of his transmigration, the young warrior, quickly began his journey.
The form of warfare in this universe, or rather among the Mandalorians, seemed very bizarre — highly developed in military technology, yet lacking in strategy and tactics — with a strong emphasis on 'recklessness' — the Mandalorian civil war on Concord Dawn, if the blasters were replaced with Thompson machine guns and shotguns, it would be no different from a gang shootout back on earth.
Before transmigrating to become Max Vizla, Blake was just an ordinary university student — the kind of student who had never left home and had no idea about the real world. However, as someone who prided himself on being a professional military enthusiast, he had considerable expertise in the study of strategy and tactics — an armchair warrior.
Combining theory with practice, and paying the tuition with the lives of his warriors, Max achieved success. Encirclement and annihilation, the Malaren farm tactic, classic tactical coordination with elite Mandalorians, brought victory after victory in battles and campaigns to his faction.
But it was only victory after victory in battles and campaigns — even with his extraordinary advancing, he could not rewrite the ultimate outcome of the war on Concord Dawn.
Pre Vizsla was an extreme fanatic, and Death Watch was an extreme terrorist group, that's true, but on Concord Dawn, Pre Vizsla and the mandalorians he led were truly the will of the people and widely supported.
Since 10 years ago, when the pacifist New Mandalorians, who won the Mandalorian civil war, exiled the militant Mandalorians to Concord Dawn, Kom'rkism and extreme collectivism became the mainstream ideologies on Concord Dawn. Extreme ideologies, nurtured extreme organizations like Death Watch.
There were also those who weren't so extreme, such as Max's faction. They were unwilling to abandon their martial spirit and upheld the honor of a Mandalorian Warrior, but they did not go to extremes.
Everyone else was an extremist. Max and his faction, who considered themselves traditionalist, became marginalized dissidents—disliked by both factions, the New Mandalorians and Death Watch.
Unlike Death Watch, which had a deep popular base, on Concord Dawn, Max's faction lost a warrior with each sacrifice. Although Max led his warriors to victory after victory, he inevitably led his faction step by step towards decline.
In the three years after his transmigration, having experienced battle after battle, Max transformed from an ordinary Mandalorian Warrior into a squad leader, then a squadron leader, then a member of a small team of leaders. As the leaders successively sacrificed themselves, Max even became the leader of the faction.
Drawing wisdom from military histories, Max quickly made a decision after becoming the leader of the faction — of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to run away. He would lead everyone to self-exile in the distant Outer Rim.
"Self-exile? Isn't that just running away?" At the briefing, the outspoken Warrior Christopher Wren raised his doubts.
"Yes," Max looked at Christopher and nodded, "it is running away."
"How can we run away?" Wren trembled with excitement, "Running away is cowardly, shameful, and damages..."
Max gently raised his hand, stopping Christopher Wren's words and the murmuring discussions of those present. Max leadership position was earned through combat — his prestige within the faction was extremely high, and even the warriors who questioned the cowardice of running away did not question his bravery in the slightest.
Everyone stopped and looked intently at Max , who was seated at the head, wanting to hear his opinion.
Max propped his hands on the table, slowly stood up, and said with a heavy heart, "If we continue fighting like this, we will be completely wiped out in less than half a year. Retreating to a safer area is our only option."
"We can't do this!" Christopher couldn't help but stand up again, "Max, we cannot surrender!"
"Right! We cannot surrender!" someone shouted in response.
"We cannot run! There are only Mandalorians who die in battle, not Mandalorians who run away!"
"We are not afraid of death, lead us to a fight to the death!"
"With Max here, we will surely achieve ultimate victory!"
...For a time, emotions ran high, and voices clamored. Max said nothing; he just stood there quietly, like a statue. Once the hall became silent again, Max scanned the audience, nodding to each warrior whose gaze he met. Then, he pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked loudly:
"Gentlemen, are you truly not afraid of death?"
"We are not afraid!" Christopher shouted excitedly, "There are no Mandalorians who fear death!"
"This is The Way!" everyone responded in unison.
"Then," Max Vizla raised his voice and said loudly, "I would like to ask you all, with the resolve to die, to relocate with me to the Outer Rim for the future of Mandalore!"
"This is..." Christopher Wren, boiling with fervor, blurted out his response. Halfway through, he realized something was wrong, "Commander?"
"Christopher, gentlemen, please listen to me." Max removed his helmet, held it in his hand, and said earnestly, "Throughout the history of the Galaxy, the rise and fall of countless races and regimes have all revealed one truth: 'Those who are warlike will perish, and those who forget war will be destroyed!'"
"The fate of the Mandalorians, whether entrusted to the extreme pacifist New Mandalorians or the extreme terrorist Death Watch, the result will be the same — self-destruction!"
"Gentlemen, we bear not only the honor of being Mandalorians but also the future of all Mandalore. To throw away our lives for a momentary impulse and abandon the future of Mandalor is an irresponsible act!"
"Bang!" Max slammed his helmet heavily onto the table. When he looked up again, he was shedding tears.
"I ask you all, endure personal humiliation for a time, and seek eternal glory for Mandalore! I beg you!"
After a brief silence, the roar of the Mandalorians was deafening.
"This is The Way!!!"
"Commander, the fleet is fully prepared, requesting departure orders."
"Permission granted. Maintain vigilance. Once the Fang Starfighters covering the rear have exited the atmosphere, the fleet will immediately make a collective jump into hyperspace."
"Received."
"All units, attention! Depart!"