"I do have some questions that I need to ask for advice, if you are willing."
Calvin simply stopped thinking about lunch, it was just a meal.
He turned and walked towards the desk in front of the old man, and sat down face to face with the old man on the other side of the desk filled with books.
When Calvin sat firmly, he looked up at the old man. Only at a close enough distance 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 he has many subtle features, such as the long breath that is almost inaudible and the chest cavity that defies common sense and expands forward instead of to both sides when inhaling;
Another example is that his small muscle groups are extremely abnormally developed. In many places, Calvin finds it difficult to maintain efficient growth even if he exercises deliberately.
Only then did Calvin realize that the person sitting across from the desk might not be an ordinary person.
"Tell me what your doubts are."
The old man didn't take Calvin's observation seriously, and even praised it. He still spoke gently.
"Can a person be considered humane if he doesn't love himself?" Calvin asked.
"If he loves his relatives and friends, then he does." 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 inherit his genes are unwilling to do so. But this does not affect us, calling him sacred."
"Not God? But divine?" Calvin didn't understand.
"When a person spends his whole life fulfilling his righteousness and never changes his original intention. When he turns a false promise that should never have been fulfilled by a mortal into reality with a lifetime of practice, he is holy."
The old man also became serious when he said this.
"That's it..." At this point, Calvin understood.
In the homeland where he once lived, there were some people who betrayed their privileged lives and chose to embrace the ordinary; they restrained their desires and chose to stick to their promises; they put the iron-clad discipline they talked about into their mortal bodies through lifelong struggle.
Practice.
When they finally passed away over time, the lies they had practiced throughout their lives became truth. Therefore, in the eyes of later generations, they were sacred.
"Thank you for your advice." Calvin no longer had any doubts in his mind, so he stood up and prepared to leave.
"So, do you know what to do?" the old man asked.
"You should act according to your example, and don't dare to be a follower." Calvin said.
"Very good, you should praise his name and do his righteousness. He will 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 still answered out of politeness.
"There will be." After saying this, the old man smiled. Then he lowered his head and started reading again without speaking.
In the days that followed, Calvin still used his free time to read books in the library during intense training, but he spent less and less time in the cultural and historical area.
As he learns about the history of this empire, he slowly finds his place. No matter what the reason is for him to live in this world again. But out of recognition of his own human identity, when necessary, he also
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 exam of the college. There was no way, purely in terms of training cycle and "production capacity", the political commissar training class was about
It is the most efficient major in the entire psychic scholastic school, bar none.
Every year, countless young people undergo training here for a few months or up to half a year, and then are sent to the empire's armies 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.
There is no other reason. Even looking at the ranks of mortal armed forces in the entire empire, the trainee political commissar has the highest death rate among all positions.
After three years of internship as a political commissar, if the young man has neither died in battle nor been shot due to military regulations, then a graduation certificate from his alma mater will be sent from Terra, usually along with the rank and title of the official political commissar.
Promotion notification.
But the real situation is that Tyra usually doesn't have the energy to check the service performance of each trainee political commissar one by one. The bureaucracy that permeates the entire Ministry of Interior makes civil servants enthusiastic enough to develop various possibilities to let themselves be more lazy.
process.
The specific methods are as follows:
1. On the way the trainee political commissar is sent to the army, his promotion order has been printed out and sent to the corps-level headquarters of his army.
2. If time passes, the clerk of the legion will issue the promotion order and related supporting materials received three years ago.
3. The army clerk then sends the list of dead personnel and unused promotion orders back to the Ministry of Interior.
4. The Ministry of Interior will directly start issuing death notices based on the returned list.
After summarizing the above four points, it is not difficult to find that the unknown reason why the death notice of the trainee political commissar was always late for two or three years has finally been explained clearly.
The officials of the Ministry of Interior who "invented this process" are proud of this, and they proudly declare that this is "creative laziness".
Calvin did not know or care about all the above. He was calmly waiting for the arrival of the assignment order after the exam.
In the eyes of him and his classmates, no matter where they go, it is an order from the empire. In the eyes of Calvin, who recognizes his own identity, soldiers should obey orders as their bounden duty.
He is eager to take over his own army, and he is even more eager to use the knowledge he learned in his previous military career to re-forge an army from the inside out, from bottom to top, similar to the one in his previous life that became indestructible because of his faith.<
/p>
To borrow the words of a certain boss, "Army construction is like forging swords. It takes three years to mine, three years to wash the ore, three more years to refine the ore, and three more years to cast the ore."
"It only takes 12 years to forge a sword. Once the sword is completed, its cold light will shine for a hundred years."
The transformation of the human mind is complicated, but once a group consensus is reached, it can be preserved for a long time. Unless this unit experiences a number reconstruction level where all members are killed, otherwise this consensus will be reduced to the level of military personnel.
Honors, missions, etc. are passed on silently.
This may be difficult, but Calvin was patient. This is a systematic project and a long-term undertaking that molds people's hearts.
In Calvin's previous life, troops with such a glorious tradition were called "heroic troops", and this glorious tradition was also called "military soul."
***The author has something to say***
The old rule is to publish first and then change. I suggest friends to watch it after half an hour...