Counterfeit Hero

Looking at these unruly men along the way, the fat man following the middle-aged man suddenly showed a very lustful smile, and a trace of ridicule appeared strangely on his honest, honest and obedient fat face.

Many freedom fighters who originally looked at Fatty with laughter, frivolity, and even provocation stopped training. They looked at each other, their faces darkened, and they glared at Fatty fiercely.

The fat man sighed. He had to admire Russell's ability to judge people. These freedom fighters who have been locked up in underground bases for many years and trained hard to prepare for a desperate fight are really very sensitive and inferior people. They have the belief that they must die. However, their inferiority has distorted their character. They will unscrupulously mock any stranger who passes by them. They unite, hug each other tightly to keep each other warm, and exclude any other ethnic groups. They allow themselves They ridicule others but cannot bear the slightest ridicule from others. They try to put themselves on a commanding height through fearless sacrifice, but they never think that this commanding height from which they can look down on others is no different from the way the Weibo people look down on them.

The rise of a nation usually rests on the fallen body of another nation. These freedom fighters only know their own nation in their minds. They are another kind of extreme national advocate. In the future, will such a nation change? Become another Weibo tribe?

The fat man turned his head. He knew that these freedom fighters were the most iron-blooded warriors who were not afraid of sacrifice. However, their iron-bloodedness was based on unbearable inferiority and extreme nationalism. He didn't know Is it right or wrong to agree to Russell coming here?

Seeing this typical upper-class fat man looking away as if he didn't dare to look at him, the freedom fighters laughed unbridled and booed. The middle-aged man obviously noticed this situation. He looked at it with a complicated expression. He glanced at the fat man walking beside him, only to find that the white and fat man had an indifferent face, as if he had not heard these extremely mocking laughter at all.

In front of a gate next to the playground, the middle-aged man stopped. The leaders of the Freedom Front who were originally waiting in the conference room had been led out by laughter. Naturally, there was no need to bring the fat man in again. The young man saluted respectfully to the three leaders of the Freedom Front and whispered: "The messenger has arrived." A leader who was nearly seventy years old and dressed like an old farmer nodded, smiled slightly, and said to the fat man: "Welcome, student of Al Gaffar, I am Sanjala, the leader of the 1st Brigade of the Freedom Front." He pointed to another old man standing on the left who smiled and nodded at the fat man and said, "This is the leader of the 4th Brigade. "Yaric"

The big middle-aged man standing on the right side of Sanjala didn't wait for his introduction. He strode forward and took Tian Xingjian's hand and said, "I am Oberto, the leader of the third brigade. I heard that you are coming. What a day." Looking forward to the night." Tian Xingjian was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this was because he was a student of Russell.

Yalic, who was dressed like a typical businessman on the side, also smiled and said: "We have also watched the video of Algaffar and you attending classes at the Garipalan Military Academy, haha, it is really relieved." Sanjala and Oberto also laughed at this.

The fat man smiled and said, "I'm just joining in the fun."

Oberto waved his hand and said: "Algafar has already told us about you. Not only did you see through his battle plan, but you also saved his life. With you leading the Freedom Front, we are very relieved."

The fat man shook his head repeatedly and said: "I am not here to lead the freedom front. The teacher gave me instructions to cooperate." Oberto has a bold temperament and sincere respect for Russell. Then he burst into laughter and said, "Don't worry about being a leader or cooperating, we all listen to you anyway!" He turned to look at the freedom fighters on the playground who were hunched over each other and laughing, and cursed with a smile: "Those little wolves Son, this is your virtue, don’t mind it, just get familiar with it and you’ll be fine!”

Sanjad said to the middle-aged man standing respectfully next to him: "Brother Lachman, gather our soldiers and tell them that the envoy of Al Gaffar is here." Lachman accepted the order, and Sanjad turned to Tian Xingjian and smiled. Said: "This is your first time here. Let me say a few words to everyone."

The freedom fighters gathered quickly. It was not all the soldiers who gathered, but the grassroots officers above the squad. Originally, the fat man just wanted to say a few words to make him familiar. However, when he stood in front of these soldiers and looked at them, The elites who have been trained for a long time deliberately looked lazy and mocking, and the fat man became furious. The characters of these guys are indeed a little twisted. If you bring such people to the battlefield, it will be easy for them to fight the enemy. If you want to bring them alive, you will not be able to survive. It’s harder than reaching the sky.

At this time, the fat man finally understood why Russell had to send him here. These guys who didn't care about life and death, I don't know if they were extremely inferior or proud. They couldn't let go of anyone who didn't like them. It was a kind of extreme narrow-mindedness. Nationalism is a kind of self-defeating bravery.

"You..." Oberto saw the performance of these soldiers and was a little embarrassed and annoyed. He was about to scold them, but was stopped by the fat man with a wave of his hand.

"This is the first time we meet, let me introduce myself. My name is Tian Xingjian, and I am a student of General Russell." The fat man smiled slightly and looked at the impatient freedom fighters in front of him.

The fat man didn't care what expressions these guys deliberately put on their faces, and continued: "You are all battle-hardened warriors and pioneers of your nation. I took a look and it's very good!" The freedom fighters are human beings after all. The expression on his face also softened a bit.

The fat man smiled and said: "It's very good, it tastes like shit."

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and the assembled freedom fighters immediately exploded. Although there were several leaders standing beside them who glared at them, these fighters were still noisy, with sporadic yelling and angry taunts becoming a problem in an instant. A prairie fire.

Several soldiers sarcastically said: "Fat man, are you the one who is worse than me?" A thin soldier standing in the front row pointed at the fat man with a smile, and drew an exaggerated arc on his abdomen with his hands, which immediately attracted people. There was a burst of laughter.

The three guides stood aside silently, feeling embarrassed and worried. They knew very well what kind of people these soldiers were. They could only comb their hair on weekdays, but they didn't expect that Aljafar's students would come. He was standing on the opposite side of the soldiers. How could he lead this team in the future?

The fat man looked down at his belly, patted it with a smile and said, "You see my belly, what's inside..." He said with a straight face, "I tell you, this is knowledge! It's tactics! It's discipline!".

Tian Xingjian's voice and look were fierce and murderous. Although this intimidating momentum naturally formed in the hail of bullets could not completely suppress these soldiers who were also fighting for the rest of their lives, it aroused resonance among the soldiers, and the scene suddenly became silent.

Seeing the dissatisfaction of these soldiers, not hiding the suspicion and sarcasm in their eyes, the fat man said angrily: "Don't think you are some bullshit elites. In my opinion, you are just a bunch of idiots who don't know how to respect others! A bunch of unorganized and unorganized people. A rabble of disciplined people, how can you, a coward like you, still want to be a hero and a pioneer for your nation?”

"Bah!" The fat man spat on the ground viciously.

The freedom fighters who originally restrained themselves for the sake of the Russell students could no longer bear it any longer. A platoon leader strode out of the queue and said angrily: "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to criticize us."

The crowd roared like a cauldron: "Fat man, he is just a fat man."

"Fat man, fat man!"

"Look at his belly, there must be a bag of grass in it."

Tian Xingjian looked around sarcastically and sneered: "Speaking of your sore points, if you are not convinced, it's good, you still look like a man after all. Don't look down on fat people. If I get fatter, it will be easy to deal with you bullshit elites." Very."

The platoon leader who came out was about to speak when the fat man glared and said: "Go back, you don't know what discipline is, who asked you to come out?"

The platoon leader was embarrassed, and then he frowned and said, "Don't bully others. If you win, I will show off my power!"

The fat man sneered: "I want to show off my power and you can stop me? You are talking nonsense, you are not worthy!" He turned to point at the assembled freedom fighters and said: "You choose for yourself! Ten against one, twenty If you fight one, I will accompany you! Just don’t come out and embarrass yourself if you are one or two, and you are too lazy to waste your energy."

There was a crash. This time, not only the freedom fighters gathered in the middle of the playground, but also everyone standing next to the playground and on the stairs and aisles started to make noises. This fat man was so arrogant.

Almost at the same time, all the freedom fighters took a step forward, wanting to stand up and challenge. The fat man hugged his arms and sneered: "You are really promising, why don't you call a few more people?"

These freedom fighters looked at each other angrily. After all, they are comrades who have been together for a long time. They have a good account of who is powerful. The weak fighters retreated silently. As the gathering queue dispersed, at least there were still some people left in the venue. More than 30 soldiers were defeated. None of these people were convinced. They all stood stubbornly and refused to give up the opportunity to challenge.

The crowd around him suddenly fell silent, including the three leaders. Everyone looked at Fatty to see how he chose his opponents. The remaining people were definitely the elite among the elite. In their eyes, let alone thirty If there are more than one, if you pick any one of them, this white and fat man will be beaten until his teeth are everywhere! .