Chapter 11 Sword and Soul

"I do have some questions to ask, if you're willing."

Calvin simply stopped thinking about lunch, it was just a meal.

He turned and walked towards the table in front of the old man, and sat down face to face with the old man on the other side of the table full of books.

When Calvin sat down, he looked up at the old man. Only when he was close enough did he have the opportunity to notice that the bones and muscles of the person in front of him were at least three dimensions larger than his own.

And many of his subtle features, such as the long breath that could hardly be heard at the end and the chest expanding forward instead of to the sides when inhaling, contrary to common sense;

For example, his small muscle groups were extremely abnormally developed, and in many places, Calvin thought it was difficult to maintain efficient growth even if he deliberately exercised.

It was not until then that Calvin realized that the person sitting opposite the table in front of him might not be an ordinary person.

"Tell me, what are your doubts."

The old man didn't care about Calvin's observation, and even praised it. He still spoke gently.

"If a person doesn't love himself, can he be considered human?" Calvin asked.

"If he loves his relatives and friends, then he has it." The old man seemed to have anticipated Calvin's question and answered with a slight smile.

"What if he loves others more than himself?" Calvin asked.

"That's not human nature." At this point, the old man couldn't help but sit up.

"What is that?" Calvin asked.

"In our opinion, it is a kind of divinity."

"So the Emperor is also called the God-Emperor?" Calvin asked again.

"Yes, but the children who inherited his genetic legacy are unwilling to do so. But this does not affect us, calling him sacred."

"Not a god? But sacred?" Calvin was a little confused.

"When a person spends his life fulfilling his righteousness and sticks to his original intention. He turns a false promise that should not appear in mortals into reality with a lifetime of practice, he is sacred." The old man also became serious when he said this.

"That's it..." At this point, Calvin understood.

In his hometown, there were some people who betrayed their comfortable lives and chose to embrace the ordinary; they restrained their desires and chose to stick to their promises; they put the iron discipline they talked about into practice in their mortal bodies with a lifetime of struggle.

When they finally left with time, the lies they practiced all their lives became true. Therefore, in the eyes of later generations, they were sacred.

"Thank you for your advice." Calvin had no doubts in his heart, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

"So, do you know what to do?" the old man asked.

"When the upper leads, the lower should follow, and dare not be the last." Calvin said.

"Very good, you should praise his name and do his righteousness. He will also watch, and I will watch." The old man was obviously in a good mood.

"If there is a chance." Calvin was a little disapproving, but out of politeness, he still answered.

"There will be." At this point, the old man smiled. Then he lowered his head and started reading again, and stopped talking.

In the days that followed, Calvin still used his free time during the intense training to read books in the library, but he spent less and less time in the literature and history area.

As he got to know the history of the empire, he slowly found his place. No matter what the reason was for him to live again in this world. But out of his recognition of his own human identity, when necessary, he was willing to fight for the fate of this race.

In October of Terra time, the cold wind of winter began to howl. Along with the cold wind of winter came the final exams of the academy. There is no way. In terms of training cycle and "production capacity", the political commissar training class is probably the most efficient major in the entire Psychic Academy, without a doubt.

Every year, countless young people receive training here for just a few months or up to half a year, and then they are sent to the empire's troops stationed in various places.

Then more young people were collected by the empire and entered this place, but they still could not fill the infinite desire of the imperial army for political commissars.

The reason is that even if you look at the entire mortal armed sequence of the empire, the trainee political commissar is the position with the highest death rate, without a doubt.

After three years as an intern political commissar, if the young man has neither died in battle nor been shot due to military regulations, a graduation certificate from his alma mater will be sent from Terra, usually together with the rank and promotion notice of the official political commissar.

However, the truth is that Terra usually does not have the energy to check the service performance of each intern political commissar one by one. The bureaucratic style that permeates the entire Ministry of the Interior has given civil servants enough enthusiasm to develop various processes that may allow them to be a little lazy.

The specific methods are as follows:

1. On the way to the intern political commissar being sent to the troops, his promotion order has been printed out and sent to the corps-level command of his unit.

2. If he is not dead by the time, the clerk of the corps will send out the promotion order and related supporting materials received three years ago.

3. The clerk of the corps will then send the list of dead personnel and the unused promotion orders back to the Ministry of the Interior.

4. The Ministry of the Interior will then directly start issuing death notices according to the returned list.

After summarizing the above 4 points, it is not difficult to find that the unknown reason why the death notice of the intern political commissar is always two or three years late has finally been explained.

And the Interior Department officials who "invented this process" are proud of it, smugly declaring it "creative laziness."

Calvin was not aware of the above and did not care. He was waiting for the transfer order after the exam.

In his and his classmates' eyes, no matter where they went, it was the order of the empire. In the eyes of Calvin, who recognized his identity, soldiers should obey orders as their first duty.

He was eager to take over his own troops, and even more eager to use the knowledge he learned from his military career in his previous life to recast a similar army from the inside out and from the bottom to the top that became indestructible because of his faith in his previous life.

To borrow the words of a certain big man, "Army construction is like forging swords, three years of mining, three years of washing ore, three years of refining ore, and three years of forging ore."

"It takes 12 years to forge a sword. Once the sword is completed, the cold light can shine for a hundred years."

The transformation of a person's mind is complicated, but once a consensus of a group is reached, it can be preserved for a long time. Unless the whole army of this unit is killed in a reconstruction, this consensus will be passed on silently in the form of military honor and mission.

This may be difficult, but Calvin has patience. This is a systematic project, and it is also a long-term undertaking to build people's hearts.

In Calvin's previous life, the troops with such a glorious tradition were called "heroic troops", and this glorious tradition was also called "military soul".

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