Gunner Wang Chengzhu continued to gain experience in the game. It would be nice to have a set of equipment that can be used. After coming out of his emotions, Wang Chengzhu was very jealous when he saw the proficiency privileges, especially after he missed his parents again.
After two days of quickly clearing the palace dungeon, his proficiency reached Expert Level 40, and his gain status reached 152%. He was one step closer to entering the pioneer stage. Gunnery Master Wang Chengzhu returned to the Treehouse Hotel to read with satisfaction.
The nourishment is gone.
March 14, 1940, the sixth day of February.
Wang Chengzhu recovered for two days, and his mental state returned to the state when he first returned to the army. While queuing up for breakfast, he met the political commissar and talked about his participation in shooting training yesterday.
The political commissar asked why Wang Chengzhu had been feeling a little out of sorts in the past two days. It was said that Wang Chengzhu was also an old Red Army soldier, and what kind of influence would make him depressed?
When Wang Chengzhu was asked about this, he thought about it in his mind and decided to confide a little bit about the system. With an uneasy mind, he said to the political commissar: "Comrade political commissar, I encountered something when I was sent to the division hospital."<
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The political commissar felt that it was a good thing that Comrade Wang Chengzhu was willing to speak, so he continued to ask Wang Chengzhu: "What is it?"
Wang Chengzhu opened his mouth, but he couldn't directly say that the original owner of this body had passed away, and that I was a time traveler who borrowed the body. He could only describe the identity in reverse: "After I woke up in the division hospital, there were so many things in my head.
There was a person talking. He kept talking non-stop, and the situation became more serious after returning from Shahe Town."
As a member of the organization, the political commissar also received some modern education and did not believe in such things as strange power and chaos. He comforted Wang Chengzhu and said: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, as far as I know, you have been acting normal these days. It doesn't look like you have lost your temper."
Crazy heart 1." Seeing that Wang Chengzhu's mood was stable, he continued to ask, "Then what is the word that the voice in your head speaks the most?"
Wang Chengzhu heard that the political commissar was giving psychological guidance and said without thinking: "It's fate... guns and time travelers... and there are a few words I don't understand."
The political commissar couldn't associate anything with the first three words. The word "traveler" seemed a bit like a traffic officer, so he continued to ask Wang Chengzhu: "What is the word? Tell me the pronunciation, and I will analyze it for you."
Wang Chengzhu followed the team to the cook, took the food, walked to a vacant table, and started eating breakfast. The political commissar soon followed. Considering that the people in the canteen were too talkative, he did not continue to question Wang Chengzhu.
After eating and walking out of the cafeteria, the political commissar stopped Wang Chengzhu and continued the conversation while queuing in the cafeteria.
Wang Chengzhu made a listening gesture and spat out a few words to the political commissar: "Comrade political commissar, the voice in my head is talking about the system, the present, and the world of bright swords. What does this mean?"
Although the political commissar didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, he still copied the pronunciation in the notebook he carried with him. Then he continued to ask Wang Chengzhu: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, besides whispering, do you have anything else to say?"
Wang Chengzhu thought for a while and said: "Every day, no matter it is noon or night, after falling asleep, he will go to a strange place."
The political commissar himself would also dream when he was asleep, but he had never studied a book like The Interpretation of Dreams 2, so he had to signal Wang Chengzhu to continue.
"It was a world where the sun always hung in the sky. No matter when we went in, the sky was always bright." Wang Chengzhu paused for five or six seconds as if thinking, and continued, "You can't see wind or rain, there are clouds of water floating in the sky.
White and blue-grey clouds. In some places, you can directly see strange-shaped stars, and there are huge fish flying in the sky.
"The voice that often whispers in my ear has a specific appearance in that world. It looks like a head taller than me..."
The political commissar listened to Wang Chengzhu describing the world in his dream, looked down at his pocket watch, and interrupted Wang Chengzhu's memories: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, I understand your situation. You go back and prepare for the cultural and ideological class first, and I will study what you described.
If there are any results or if there is anything I need you to add, I will contact you again."
Wang Chengzhu blinked and saw that the time in the lower right corner of the field of vision had reached 08:25. He nodded quickly and agreed to the political commissar's words, raised his right hand in salute, then turned and walked towards the sunbathing area.
The political commissar returned to the courtyard of the regiment headquarters, sat down and wrote what Wang Chengzhu said in his notebook, holding his chin and staring at the page in trance.
The regimental leader heard the noise in the yard and walked out of the room. He saw the political commissar sitting in the yard in a daze, and quickly came over to say hello: "Comrade political commissar, why don't you go into the house when you come back? The sun hasn't set the table in the yard yet.
The chair is hot from the sun, so be careful of getting cold while sitting."
The political commissar was disturbed by the regimental leader's two words, and suddenly he could no longer think anymore. He raised his head and looked at the regimental leader, turned his notebook and pointed at the newly written content and asked: "Comrade regimental leader, please come and take a look at these words and descriptions of the scenery.
What’s your first thought? I want to hear your intuition.”
"Destiny, guns, time travellers, systems, embodiment, the world of bright swords... Well, there is also the dream world where the sun never sets, clouds, stars and flying fish." The leader looked at the content copied in the notebook,
He asked the political commissar, "Comrade political commissar, have you read Mr. Lee Sun-ki's novels?"
Hearing this, the political commissar smiled bitterly and said: "Comrade leader, like you, I am also a farmer. I have never heard of the name of the author of this novel. If you know it, please tell me!"
The regiment leader also continued to be nonchalant and said straightforwardly: "When I was a political propagandist in the Third Red Army Corps, I once saw a serial novel in the newspaper sent to the Soviet area. This Mr. Li Shanji, whose pen name is Huanzhu Louzhu, wrote
"The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" has many creative ideas. It just does not conform to Marx's dialectical thought and is only for entertainment and entertainment."
"Comrade leader, you mean Comrade Wang Chengzhu..." The political commissar felt speechless and immediately stopped talking.
The regiment leader heard a familiar name and asked: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu is the artillery squad leader directly under our regiment. What happened to him?"
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The political commissar saw that the regiment leader had seized on the key words and asked, but he was not embarrassed at all. He said openly: "Comrade regiment leader, at breakfast today, I happened to be in line behind Comrade Wang Chengzhu. Yesterday's gun training ceremony in the morning and courage training in the afternoon
During the training, I saw something wrong with Comrade Wang Chengzhu's face and his mood was relatively low. So I asked him if he had been affected by any reinforcements and if he needed help.
"As a result, such a lot of content came out of the question." The political commissar pointed to the neat written records in the notebook in front of him and said to the group leader, "I don't know the art of interpreting dreams, so I don't think about it. Leader, you have rich experience in political propaganda.
Come and help me figure it out.
"If you have anything you don't understand, you can call Comrade Wang Chengzhu. Ask him in this courtyard to avoid causing any bad influence on Comrade Wang Chengzhu in the regiment."
The leader thinks about it. There are many members in the group, but most of them are ordinary people who have not been educated in atheism and materialism. Once rumors about ghosts or gods are spread, how will other people in the group see it?
Comrade Wang Chengzhu, how will we organize training and combat mobilization in the future?
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Note 1: Losing heart madness is a disease name for schizophrenia in some or individual areas.
Note 2: The Interpretation of Dreams (German: Die Traumdeutung, English: The Interpretation of Dreams) is a psychological theoretical work created by Austrian psychologist Sigmund Freud, also translated as "The Interpretation of Dreams".
The book pioneered Freud's "Dream Interpretation" theory and was described by the author himself as a shortcut to "understanding subconscious psychological processes." The book introduced the concept of the id and described Freud's subconscious theory, which is used for
Dream analysis extends to psychology and interprets the representation of people's subconscious in dreams. There are also similar psychology disciplines in China. The representative work "The Interpretation of Dreams by the Duke of Zhou" is said to have been written by Zhou Gongdan. The dream interpretation is derived from the images in the "Book of Changes".
"Zhou Li Chunguan" clearly states the six major dreams: positive dreams, nightmares, thinking dreams, sleeping dreams, happy dreams, and fearful dreams.
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