Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 11 Sword and Soul

"I do have some questions to ask, if you will."

Calvin simply stopped thinking about lunch, just a meal.

He turned around 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 full of books.

When Calvin sat still, he looked up at the old man.Only at a close enough distance can he realize that the bones and muscles of the person in front of him are at least three dimensions larger than his own.

And many of his subtle features, such as the long breath that can hardly be heard and the chest cavity expands forward instead of to the sides when inhaling, contrary to common sense;
Another example is that his small muscle groups are extremely abnormally developed. In Calvin's view, even if he exercises deliberately, it is difficult to maintain efficient growth in many places.

Only then did Calvin realize that the person sitting across from the table in front of him might not be an ordinary person.

"Tell me, what are your doubts?"

The old man was indifferent to Calvin's observation, and even quite approved of it.He still spoke gently.

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

"If he loves relatives and friends, then he has." The old man replied with a slight smile as if he had anticipated Calvin's question.

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

"That's not human nature." Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but sat up.

"What's that?" Calvin asked.

"In our view, that is a kind of divinity."

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

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

"Not God? But holy?" Calvin was a little confused.

"When a person fulfills his righteousness with his whole life, and never changes his original intention. He turns a false promise that should not be fulfilled by mortals into reality with a lifetime of practice, and he is holy." The old man also became serious when he said this.

"It's like this..." Calvin understood at this point.

In the hometown where he once lived, there were some people who betrayed their rich life and chose to embrace the ordinary; restrained their desires and chose to stick to their promises; put the iron-like discipline they said in their mouths on their mortal bodies with a lifetime of struggle practice.

When they finally passed away with time, the lies they lived their lives became the truth.Therefore, in the eyes of later generations, they are sacred.

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

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

"Be effective as the leader, and dare not be the queen." Calvin said.

"Very well, 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 still replied out of politeness.

"There will be." Speaking of this, the old man smiled.Then he lowered his head again and started reading without speaking.

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

With the understanding of the history of this empire, he also slowly found his place.No matter what the reason is, let him live again in this world.But out of his recognition of his human identity, he is also willing to fight for the fate of this race when necessary.

In October, Terra time, the winter winds began to howl.Accompanied by the cold winter wind, it is the final exam of the college.There is no way, purely in terms of training cycle and "production capacity", the political commissar training class is probably the most efficient major in the entire Psychic Academy, not one of them.

Every year, countless young people undergo training here for just a few months and 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 couldn't satisfy the infinite desire of the imperial army for political commissars.

There is no other reason, even if you look at the mortal armed forces in the entire empire, the intern political commissar is also the position with the highest death rate, not one of them.

After 3 years as a trainee commissar, if the young man has neither died in battle nor been shot due to military regulations, a diploma from his alma mater will be sent from Terra, usually along with the official commissar rank and Promotion notification.

But the truth is that Tyra usually doesn't have the energy to check the service performance of each trainee commissar one by one.The bureaucratic... bureaucratic style that permeates the entire Ministry of the Interior has given civil servants enough enthusiasm to develop various processes that may make them lazy.

The specific method is as follows:
1. On the way the intern political commissar is sent to the army, his promotion order has already been printed out and sent to the regiment-level headquarters of his army.

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

3. The corps clerk sent the list of dead personnel and promotion orders that were no longer needed back to the Ministry of the Interior.

4. The Ministry of the Interior will start issuing death notices directly 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 clearly.

Home Office officials who "invented the process" take pride in it, gleefully declaring it "creative laziness".

Calvin didn't know about the above and didn't care about it. He was peacefully waiting for the assignment order after the exam.

In the eyes of him and his classmates, no matter where they go, it is the order of the empire.In the eyes of Calvin, who recognized his own identity, a soldier should take obeying orders as his bounden duty.

He is eager to take over his own army, and even more eager to use the knowledge he has learned in his previous military career to recast an army from the inside out, from the bottom to the top, similar to the one in his previous life that became indestructible because of his belief.

To borrow the words of a big man, "Army construction is like casting a sword, three years of mining, three years of washing, three years of refining, and three years of casting."

"Only one sword is cast in 12 years, and when the sword is completed, the cold light can 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 the death of all members at the level of number reconstruction, this consensus will be passed on silently in the form of soldier's honor and mission.

It may be difficult, but Calvin was patient.This is a systematic project, and it is also a long-term career to forge 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 old rules, first issued and then changed.It is recommended that friends watch it in half an hour. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)