Zhang Mufeng's Awareness
In the cold, endless darkness.
Time seemed to have stopped here forever.
However, a wisp of consciousness had always existed in this darkness.
Then, slowly, a light spot appeared in the darkness.
That light spot was like sunlight, like hope.
Gradually, the specks of light turned into a bright light.
That wisp of consciousness also recovered and became stronger.
"Am I still alive?"
A faint voice came from the wisp of consciousness. It seemed to be puzzled and emotional.
"No, most of your body is already dead.”
A gentle voice came from the light.
"Who are you?" The wisp of consciousness asked in confusion.”
The gentle voice replied," I am the heart of your nation. I am an existence created by the beliefs of thousands of Xia people. I am also your system."”
"My system?" the consciousness continued. Then can you bring me back to life?”
The gentle voice said with a hint of regret,"I'm sorry, but I can't do that for the time being."
"Alright then."
"However, with my existence, you can temporarily appear in your consciousness form. Currently, you can only appear for 30 minutes within a range of 50 meters.”
"It's fifty years later outside. Do you want to go out and take a look?”
"Yes!"
"Alright, please wait a moment!"
The gentle voice slowly disappeared, followed by a crisp sound.
"Ding dong! Nation Heart System binding complete."
" Host: Zhang Mufeng "
" State of Existence: Awareness Type "
[Consciousness manifestation time: 30 minutes]
[Consciousness range: 50 meters]
" Nation's Heart System: After the host obtains respect points, the host can obtain corresponding rewards. Currently, due to the death of the host's physical skills, the host is currently in conscious activity. As the respect points increase, the range and duration of the host's consciousness will increase.”
"Note: The heart of the nation is what the millions of people of Xia Country think of. When the people are united, there are endless possibilities!”
After a series of sounds, the consciousness seemed to have passed through a dark door.
The next moment, he appeared in an unfamiliar room.
Through the reflection of the glass in the room, a vague figure was reflected.
"Is this the ideology?"
Zhang Mufeng looked at the reflection in the glass. It was a familiar face and outfit.
After being frozen for more than 50 years, he saw his own shadow again.
On his shoulder, there was a ball of light emitting a gentle light. This was the Heart of the Nation.
A gentle voice came from the Heart of the Nation.
"In your consciousness, your voice and body cannot be seen or heard by others.”
"Yes, I understand!"
Zhang Mufeng nodded slightly. His gaze fell on the huge block of ice in the middle of the room that was tightly preserved.
To be precise, he was looking at his frozen self.
"What does it feel like to see your own body through your consciousness?”
Nation's Heart asked curiously.
Zhang Mufeng thought for a moment and said expressionlessly,
"It's like seeing the soldiers I buried with my own hands.”
Because of the national heart, in the fifty years of being frozen, although his consciousness had always been weak, it had been too long and he was not used to speaking.
"Ha, what an interesting metaphor."
"In the last battle, you suffered eight fatal injuries. Your left arm and right leg were fractured, and when you pulled the explosive bag at the end, the violent impact caused part of your internal organs to rupture.”
It was as if Nation's Heart had seen the entire battle and knew his injuries like the back of his hand.
Zhang Mufeng looked at the wounds all over his body and remembered the last fierce battle.
"What about the enemy?"
"The last explosive pack you threw out caused a huge avalanche. The avalanche buried 536 enemy soldiers.”
Zhang Mufeng was stunned, and a familiar and arrogant smile finally appeared on his face.
"That's good. It's worth it!"
He began to size up the entire room and saw nine white-haired old men staring at his body with red eyes.
"Who are these nine old men? It looks familiar."
His consciousness slowly came to the side of one of the old men. He saw a familiar feeling from the old man's face.
The voice of the Nation's Heart rang out.
"He Tianzhu, the 3223rd soldier of the Independent Regiment, he took a bullet for you.”
"Li Zhenggang, the 4368th soldier of the Independent Regiment. He joined the army at the age of 16 and has been leading your horse!”
.....
Following the voice of the Nation's Heart, Zhang Mufeng's memories gradually came back to him. He remembered more.
This time, before the Nation's Heart could speak, he continued with a smile.
"This is Wang Tianyi. I named him Goudan back then. He doesn't even eat the wild vegetable porridge I make!”
"This is Li Jianguo. He was brought into the Independent Regiment by me when he was 21 years old.”
"They're all old now!"
Zhang Mufeng looked at the wrinkles on their faces. They were already old, but his own face was still the same.
He was still his regiment commander, but the soldiers he led were already old.
Nation's Heart seemed to have sensed his emotions and explained,
"These are the seeds you left for the independent regiment in the last battle. You chased away a total of twenty-eight people, and now there are only nine of them left.”
"But they didn't disappoint you. They charged forward with the blood of the Independent Regiment until there was no more enemy in front of them. Those who had already sacrificed themselves were also the first to fall on the battlefield. Not a single one of them died in the infirmary.”
Hearing this, Zhang Mufeng's eyes suddenly lit up. It was as if he had returned to that time.
"Good! The soldiers I bring out should be like this!”
Inexplicably, he could not help but extend his hand and pat He Tianzhu's shoulder, who was already an old man. His eyes were slightly red as he spoke softly.
"Little Zhu Zi, you've worked hard!"
At this moment, He Tianzhu, who was still in the room, suddenly turned to look at his shoulder.
Similarly, for some reason, a trace of tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.
"Is that you, Guild Leader?"
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