Central Plains Commander

After just one glance, Nakahara understood exactly what happened. He put his hands on his face speechlessly, but he still quickly told Nagara and Kinu to move out the stone statue of Gogol.

"Hey, is this thing so powerful?" Osamu Dazai, who followed him, saw Gogol who had completely turned into a stone statue, and he stepped forward and made a curious voice.

"Dazai, why don't you try and see if you can use your supernatural power to clean up his pollution?" After hesitating for a while, Nakahara Chuya said to the people around him with a bit of embarrassment.

If Gogol was killed by ammunition, he wouldn't feel anything at all, but he would have an inexplicable sense of responsibility if he was polluted and turned into a stone sculpture by the deep-sea qiji.

In any case, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't want to see the power of the deep sea spread in this world, even if it only spread to a few people.

"Chuya, you really know how to call people." Osamu Dazai said as if complaining, and walked up to touch the stone statue of Gogol. The surface of the stone statue was unexpectedly smooth, as if it had been polished by someone. It was the same as before, but his ability didn't have the slightest effect.

"It's useless." Osamu Dazai reached out and knocked on the stone statue curiously, and asked seemingly curiously: "If I smash this stone statue now, will he really die?"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Zhong also sighed, and pushed the man away from the stone sculpture, "This is one of your goals, but forget it, you don't want to go into that room, until just now, the space anchors have not It is still operating at full capacity. The pollution power of that thing is not comparable to that of a completely inactive head. If you don’t want to turn into stone like him, you’d better stay away from here.”

As he spoke, he simply pulled Osamu Dazai out and warned him again: "Since your supernatural powers have no effect on the pollution caused by the deep sea, then you should not act casually."

"Yes, yes." Osamu Dazai was dragged out by the back collar rather perfunctorily, "Speaking of which, you haven't told me what you mean just now."

"Literally." Zhong Yuanzhong also dragged him to the living room on the first floor, threw him on the sofa, and saw Rimbaud walking in with a yawn.

"I heard that you captured that demon, how is it going?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

"People are on the side of the October Revolution." Zhong also paused, and then said with some reluctance: "The October Revolution seems to be...well, anyway, let's see the result."

"You seem to find it difficult to say something." Rimbaud said sharply.

"How should I put it, what the October Revolution did seems to me to be a bit...inhumane." Zhong Yuanzhong also thought for a while before he came up with such a word, "After all, what she did was already a bit close to At……"

"Brainwashing?" Osamu Dazai jumped up not to be outdone and asked.

"What are you talking about?" Mori Ogai, who had been ostracized at the door for a long time, walked in curiously. He heard from the other ship girls that the operation had ended, so he came over curiously, and heard this before entering the door. He couldn't stop asking curiously about the subtle words.

"I've said it before, Mr. Mori doesn't know, so I'll explain it again. There are levels for the ship girl, and generally speaking, you need to improve your training, but even so, the ship girl has a level limit Yes." Zhong also scratched his head, and finally decided to explain, otherwise, if they saw a demon with a drastically changed temperament, he would not even dare to think about what strange things they would do.

"A ship girl without a commander will be stuck at level [-], and it will take a long time to hone herself before she can break through the level limit, but a ship girl with a commander doesn't need to be so troublesome. Synchronization is enough." Zhong also stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table, "The so-called co-ordination is actually the process for the commander to further understand the ship's mother, which is a bit similar to entering the ship's memory and understanding the ship's past. "

"The past of the ship?" Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, the past of a battleship is composed of many factors, the ship itself and the countless sailors on board." Zhong also said, "A battleship is a society. Thousands, these people and the ship together constitute the memory of the ship."

"The coherence is a bit like a holographic movie. Only when the commander understands the past of this ship can he better use the power of the ship's mother." Zhong also continued to explain, "And when the ship's girl reaches level [-] , what is needed is not simple coherence, but a deeper resonance.”

"Simply put, to achieve a certain degree of synchronization between the commander and the people on the ship. This is not difficult for the commander at all. If it is not for the protection of the homeland, the profession of the commander will not be born at all. But this kind of Resonance, for that demon, I am afraid it will be very difficult." Zhong also sighed, "Not to mention the October Revolution."

"If you change the ship, maybe that gentleman has already come out, but the October Revolution..." Zhong also showed an indescribable expression on his face, "The October Revolution is an old ship that has gone through hardships, and the people on her ship One of great conviction, trying to resonate with her crew..."

"Can't we leave the memory of the ship's mother in other ways?" Osamu Dazai asked first.

"Yes, as long as you die, as long as you die enough times, if you don't have enough mental strength, you will naturally get out of the memory of the ship's mother, but it will also cause sequelae." Zhong also said calmly, "Because Many people die in memory, and after they come out, they will subconsciously commit suicide and other actions, and they will despise their own lives uncontrollably."

"After all, war is terrible." Chuya said with a sigh.

At this time, Fyodor, who was discussed by several of them, was staying on the ship. In the latter part of the First World War, the Gangut had nothing to do at all, and was repeating a very boring life every day.His current status is a senior non-commissioned officer. Even though the life of junior sailors and serfs has become worse and worse, and there has been a mutiny, his quality of life has not changed much.

This made him feel more and more the terrible gap and oppression between classes.

Fyodor didn't simply waste this time, he started to record his schedule every day, and he began to actively collect information about this world with an idea that he couldn't explain clearly.

Fyodor discovered that this world is a world without supernatural powers, whether it is on the bright side or under the bright side.

This should obviously be his ideal world, but why is it like this?

Holding incomprehensible thoughts, he began to actively devote himself to his studies. He began to want to understand what went wrong in the world of his dreams, and why it appeared... such a bad state.

It didn't take long for him to study when the Gangut ended her World War I duties and went into a more tedious standstill.

And Fyodor also separated from the high-ranking army non-commissioned officer and became a worker who maintains the hull on a daily basis.

This time, he could feel that the relationship between himself and the worker was not completely bent over, but a state similar to being the spirit behind the worker. Although he could take over the worker's body at any time, he didn't want to repeat the heavy physical work. He chose to watch from the sidelines.

The worker's expression is distressed, there is no light in his eyes, only endless silence.

Soon, this boring life also passed, and new people came up.

That was a bunch of Bolsheviks.

In the history Fyodor learned, after they took control of the Gangut, they demobilized a large number of sailors, and then returned to serve in the fleet after a period of inactivity.

After becoming a Bolshevik, Fyodor felt a completely different feeling from before.

The people on the boat here began to have a vitality and enthusiasm that they had never had before, as if they could see a beautiful new life in front of them.

However, this is absolutely impossible. Fyodor, who is familiar with history, can draw a conclusion that World War II will break out soon after that, and every two years thereafter, due to the crazy increase in the number of people with supernatural powers, special The ability changed from underground to above ground, making the supernatural powers known to the general public, and temporarily ended the Second World War until the third World War and the superhuman war broke out a few years ago.

He didn't know the way to leave the ship, so he could only get along with the passionate Bolsheviks on board, while continuing to figure out why the same war broke out in a world without supernatural powers from beginning to end.

"It's something that can't be helped." The comrade in the formation with him sighed helplessly, "After all, this is a conflict that has accumulated for a long time."

"contradiction?"

"That's right, because of the uneven political and economic development among various countries." Another person who gnawed potatoes with him came over, "Capitalism concentrates a large amount of land in the hands of individual countries, and divides the last piece of land. It's over, if you want to carve up and expand the territory, you can only sacrifice others, one country for another country. The only way to solve this problem is to use force, so the war between the world's predators is inevitable."

"This is what Comrade Lenin said." Another person across the table joked, "Comrade, you have read too few books. You should read more when you look back. Many books written by Comrade Lenin are worthy of our attention." Study it carefully."

So are there special abilities that don't actually change anything at all?

Fyodor fell into deep thought. He looked at the neatly arranged books of quotations and thoughts in his cabin, hesitated for a while, and reached out to take them.

The author has something to say:

Although I said it a bit late, I said it in advance yesterday, so I say it again without guilt, happy National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!

感谢在2020-09-3023:59:14~2020-10-0123:58:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 glass phoenix;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Xin Mingyi; 27 bottles of silver-throated long-tailed tit; 2 bottles of mochi; 1 bottle of Mu Xiaoyan, Ye Shulou, Menghuang, grape without seeds, and Yuebanriyun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!