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Chapter 35: The Undead Legion
Nikolai Ivanovich Rachmaninoff had just seen off his juniors at the naval base and was on his way home.

He is over a hundred years old, and in recent times he has been experiencing very contradictory feelings in his body: he feels very tired, but his body doesn't think so.

He has to sleep for 10 hours every day recently to get enough rest, otherwise his head will hurt. This has never happened before. Maybe he is really old.

But his body was in a state of great vitality. He could now chop 10 pieces of firewood in one breath, which had been impossible to chop for a long time.

He thought he was experiencing a last burst of energy, because he had lived so long that he had anticipated his own death. More than ten years ago, he had made a coffin for himself using a whole log of a giant local spruce.

It's very luxurious, isn't it? But it doesn't matter, because the spruce tree was planted when he came here, right next to his cabin. He is going to die and the tree will be left unattended. It should be nice for it to return to the earth with him.

When he reached the creek, his body was still full of energy, he could feel it, but his brain reminded him to rest. He sat on a big rock and watched the brown bear fishing at the other side of the creek. "What a good brown bear."

No one heard Nicholas's mumbling, but the brown bear raised its head and looked at him. The nearly 2-ton brown bear ran away as if it had seen a ferocious beast.

If you tell others that a dying old man could scare away a brown bear, no one would believe it. But if you say it was Nikolai Ivanovich Rachmaninov, people in Kamchatka would definitely believe it.

"Really? Even brown bears think an old guy like me is not tasty?"

"Damn it, he should have died in Stalingrad with the political commissar."

"No, no, no, I should have died in Kursk, where I killed 50 Germans. It was my most glorious moment."

"No, I should die in Berlin, at the moment of victory in the war."

"If only I hadn't lived so long!"

Nicholas closed his eyes dejectedly. He needed to take a nap as his brain was becoming less and less useful.

"Get up Nikolai! Come on! Stand up!"

This voice sounds so familiar, who is it?

Nicholas tried hard to open his eyes. He seldom did so as he got older. His eyes could hardly accept strong light now. The last time he went to the Red Palace to accept an award, the dazzling light stimulated his tears. The newspapers said that he was moved.

So impressed!

If he had not retired that year, he would definitely take people to tear that bastard Ye Liqing into pieces! A bunch of White Bandit running dogs!
When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar yet strange face. The mud and blood made it difficult for him to recognize the person in front of him. However, his vision had not been so clear for a long time. He could even see the hairs on the other person's face. It was amazing! Am I dreaming?
"Nikola, are you deafened by the shells? Get up quickly and hold on to your gun, we have to keep moving forward!"

He remembered the familiar voice and face!

It's the political commissar! Political Commissar Konstantin Blech Vladimir!

This muddy ground, this grass, is this Rzhev?
Constantine kicked Nicholas in the waist and cursed, "Get up, you idiot! Our mission is to fight off these German devils and defend Moscow!"

Constantine raised his pistol and yelled, "Comrades, follow me!"

Nikolai stood on the ground in a daze, watching the political commissar rushing forward to fight, and more people rushed past him. He recognized all of them.

"Carnino, Bellini, Rafael, you are all still here."

"Yes, this is Rzhev, everyone is here, the political commissar is here, everyone is here!"

In the Battle of Rzhev, the 16-year-old Nikolai, as a member of the Far Eastern Army, was reviewed by the leader on Red Square, and then rushed to Rzhev to smash the heads of the Germans.

Looking at his young and firm skin, which could not be covered by the mud on his hands, and his precious Mosin-Nagant in his hand, Nicholas laughed out loud.

Great! It turns out I was just dreaming!
The leader is still here, the commissar is still here, everyone is still here! The Human Revolutionary Liberation Alliance is still here!
I'm not an old man waiting to die! I'm still a warrior fighting for my ideals!

Holding the rifle tightly, Nicholas followed the political commissar's footsteps and charged forward with his comrades.

They fought off the German invaders and held Moscow.

The march to Stalingrad saw fighting in every building, in every room.

In the study, use your mentor's works to smash your enemy's heads!
In the toilet, drown the enemy in the toilet. They only deserve to drink urine! The commissar did not die here this time. It was indeed a dream. It was a dream! This is reality!
Leningrad, Kursk, ten counterattacks, Germany was driven out of the Allied territory.

Nicholas became a hero of the alliance and they became the Guards Division.

Counterattack! Counterattack!
Their land, their blood!
Attack Berlin and crush the heart of German militarism!
The war was over, the alliance won, and Nicholas survived to the end. He did not die before victory came. He looked at the pistol in his hand with melancholy. If that dream was the future, then why not kill Xunzong now.

Nicholas did what he said and went to find the famous emperor in his dream with a gun in hand. At this time, the voice of the political commissar came to his ears again.

"Nikolai, Nikolai Ivanovich Rachmaninov, wake up!"

Turning around, I saw Nicholas returning to the stream. He was still sitting on the rock, but his body was no longer that old and frail. Instead, he was as tall and strong as when he was young, a fierce man who could tear a tiger apart with his bare hands.

What surrounded him was not green grass and trees, but valleys full of warriors.

Bright red flags fluttered in the wind, the smooth and bright flags looked as if they had never been stained by dust.

"What is this? Are you here to pick me up?"

So that was just a dream. My life ends here. It’s great that I didn’t die in a hospital bed and waste the country’s limited tax revenue.

"Nikola, clear your mind. You are not dead, we are the ones who are alive."

Political Commissar Constantine slapped Nicholas in the face and brought him back to reality. He was not dead yet. Not only that, his body had even become younger.

It was naturally Mo Gui who made Nikola turn back to his youthful state. The World Tree sensed the thoughts of the hundreds of thousands of warriors on Nikola's shoulders. Those thoughts should not have existed originally, but when the World Tree influenced the world, they awakened. Although it was only a vague will, it could still have a little impact on reality.

The changes in Nikola's body were caused by them. The longer sleep time was a side effect, because these wills were entangled with the soul. If it weren't for the fact that Nikola, who had experienced many hardships, had a firm will and a soul so strong that even the World Tree was awed by him, he would have been crushed to death by the souls of his comrades.

The process of fusing the dew drops should have been extremely painful, but Nicholas went through the whole process just by sleeping, and the pain might not be even a fraction of what he experienced back then.

Nicholas and his comrades discussed for a while and finally came to the conclusion that it was the work of the recently appeared Divine Grace.

"Commissar, are we going to kill that god?"

Nicholas was eager to try. God was nothing. They had smashed countless statues. Even God had to meet the needs of the people to exist.

But Constantine didn't think so. These people who had died long ago now reappeared in a strange way. Perhaps there was a conspiracy behind it, but he couldn't care less.

The collapse of the Human Revolutionary Liberation Alliance is an unacceptable mistake. They need to rebuild the ideas and country of the great mentors and continue the unfinished work of the leaders.

During the conversation just now, he already knew that a coup was taking place in America, and that the so-called Northern Union was now trying to take back Alaska. There were no troops stationed on the Kamchatka Peninsula, so this was a good opportunity.

"Nicholas, do you mind being known as a traitor?"

"I will always be a soldier of the Liberation Alliance. I have always been loyal to that iron-clad leader. As long as it is to follow the ideals of the great mentor, I can do anything."

From the heroes of the Alliance who have made great military achievements to the construction workers who are logging and digging mud in Kamchatka, there is nothing that cannot be done to build an ideal country.

"it is good!"

Constantine stood on a high place and announced loudly to hundreds of thousands of soldiers, "The leader has passed away, the alliance has been dissolved, but we are still here, we have returned to the world, we will continue the unfinished work and complete the construction of the ideal country! Is there anyone who wants to quit and go home to visit their families?"

No one answered. They had been dead for too long. Those who were able to wake up were those who had firm beliefs, were not afraid of life and death, and fought for their ideals.

"Very good, then, I declare that the Human Revolutionary Liberation Alliance, the 85th Far East Army, and the 24th Guards Division will be re-established today!"

The blood-red flag was raised high in Kamchatka. After 30 years, the Human Revolutionary Liberation Alliance stood tall on the earth again.

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