Counterfeit Hero

What are you doing out here, little bastard? A fat man jumped to his feet anxiously and lowered his voice: "Be obedient and go back quickly. Dad and uncles are having fun. It's okay. I'll come find you soon." n "Daddy, oh daddy!" The little kid hugged the fat man's thigh tightly.

"Let's go, let's go." The fat man's low voice was extremely sad.

"I won't leave," the little kid cried loudly.

"Haha." The fat man felt Fogo's interested gaze, raised his head, and showed a flattering smile: "General, let's talk about it. This child's father is my friend. He has died long ago."

Fu Ge suddenly reached out his hand with an expressionless expression, grabbed the kid's collar, and lifted him up.

The fat man's expression changed and he said urgently: "No!" As soon as his voice came out, he stopped abruptly. He just looked at Fogo with complicated eyes.

"What a beautiful little boy." Fugo picked up the kid and made him face him, took a look at him and said with a smile.

"Put me down, woo, let me down." The little kid struggled desperately, and his body only fell down. His dirty little face looked like a pitiful little tabby cat.

"Tell me what your name is, and I'll let you down." Fugo turned his gaze and looked at the fat man without looking back.

"Put me down." The little kid struggled desperately and cried, with a stubborn and willful look on his face, and didn't pay any attention to Fogo's question.

"You said he is not your son." Fugo obviously had no interest in getting entangled with a completely ignorant child. He raised his eyebrows at the fat man with a smile. However, this smile seemed extremely cold.

"General." The fat man struggled, his eyes flickering, and the flesh on his face twitched.

The smile on Fogo's face became colder and colder. He stretched out his hand. The soldier on the side pulled out an energy pistol from his waist, turned the handle of the gun and was about to hand it to him.

As soon as he saw the gun, Fatty's expression completely changed. The hesitation and struggle turned into panic and pleading in an instant, and he exclaimed, "Yes, he is my son, he is my son!"

The little kid in Fogo's hands struggled even more fiercely... His short hands and short legs were waving desperately, crying: "Let go of my daddy, let go of my daddy"

Fogo took the gun and unexpectedly agreed to the little kid's request. He said to the Jie Peng soldier next to the fat man: "Let him go."

The soldiers carefully let go of Fatty, but they kept their guns pointed at Fatty. As long as he made the slightest movement, they would shoot immediately...even if they didn't hit his vitals, they would first cripple his hands and feet.

The fat man who was let go looked at Fogo blankly and wanted to step forward, but stopped abruptly.

"General Fogo" the fat man finally collapsed. He stared at the little kid, his eyes full of distressed tears, and begged incoherently: "This is a matter for us adults and has nothing to do with the child. Please, let him go. You I will do whatever you ask me to do, I just ask you to let my son go, he is just a child."

By the end of the speech, Fatty's emotions were completely out of control, with tears and snot falling from his nose.

"Please, please!!!"

As soon as Fu Ge loosened his grip, the little kid suddenly fell to the ground.

The fat man rushed forward and hugged the little kid, ignoring the guns of the soldiers beside him. "The little kid also hugged the fat man's neck tightly and climbed up while crying." "Xiaobao"

dad…"

The two fat men looked at each other affectionately, hugging each other and crying.

In front of the TV, there was silence. The audience stood silently, and many people turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any more.

No one expected that this rescue would end up like this. The red armored troops have been surrounded. The fat man in white flesh actually chose to surrender bloodlessly.

Thinking of this guy's fawning face when he surrendered, and his look of greed for life and fear of death, everyone wanted to punch that fat face hard.

However, even if they hated the fat man's face of surrender just now, they could not help but sympathize with the father and son's experience.

That little boy is only three or four years old!

Some women, as early as the moment the little boy appears, have already completely set their hearts on this cute little boy. They covered their mouths, tears welling up, but their eyes were wide open, staring intently at the boy who looked like a little cat. I wanted to rush into the TV and pick up the boy and put him in my arms.

"Little Treasure"

"dad…"

The fat man shed tears and let go of the little kid in his arms, stroking its hair and wiping its tears.

The father and son looked at each other lovingly and hugged each other tightly again, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world and could not let go even a minute.

In the frontline command post, Li Cunxin and others, who had just been picked up by a transport ship on the Hermode aircraft carrier, looked at the screen with a sinking expression. For a moment, no one knew what they were feeling in their hearts.

Felic sat on the chair and covered his face with his hands. Sophie had already burst into tears.

That little boy was once held in his arms. But now, he was on the battlefield, trapped in a desperate situation with all the death camp soldiers.

Tears blurred her eyes. Sophie, who couldn't bear to look any longer, turned her head. Behind her, Milan and Boswell met her eyes, covering their foreheads in pain. There was no trace of sorrow on their faces. Instead, they felt dizzy and had a splitting headache. They were extremely embarrassed. ,......"""""""Looking funny and angry. At the Allied Command, the generals looked at the virtual screen.

The development of things has exceeded everyone's imagination. They originally thought that either this would be a tragic elegy, or it would be an inspiring victory escape. But now Hastings stared at the little kid on the screen dumbfounded and asked in a low voice: "Maggie, that's the one"

Margaret nodded, biting her lips, and buried her pretty face, which was flushed with pain, into her arms.

In the corner of the room, Bernadotte was hiding from everyone's eyes, with a livid face. The most wrong thing he had done in his life was to make this damn fat man a federal hero!

This old face has been completely ruined by this fat man!

On the screen, the two fat men were still hugging each other and crying, trying their best to act out the deep love between father and son.

"General Fogo." The fat man let go of the little kid who was crying so hard that he was about to roll his eyes and faint, and begged to Fogo: "Can you please let my son be obedient and he will be fine?" "Fogo looked at Fatty quietly and interrupted him.

The scene in front of him was something Fugo didn't expect from the half-dream text. However, no matter how close the father-son relationship is between the fat man and his son, they have nothing to do with him.

Three days ago, it was this fat man who led the troops in front of him to annihilate his entire special forces battalion for an entire month, causing him to make a wrong judgment. In these three days, whenever I think about the wrong turn I made at the crossroads of fate, and what this fat man did, I feel like I am living in hell every day. .

People who have not experienced this kind of pain will never understand it.

Irreversible regret is the most painful emotion in life.

At this moment, looking at the father and son in front of him, the Fei League armored troops who had landed but could only stay outside, not daring to make any rash moves, and the fighter planes circling in the sky, all Ying Ge felt was the joy of victory. And pleasure.

Everything is under your control!

Just look at the relationship between this fat man and his son and you will know that he is willing to do anything for the little boy. This is more wonderful than just catching him.

No need for a rope, no need to waste words, just put the gun on the little boy's head, and the fat man would pay any price without hesitation.

Fu Ge looked at Shiji and couldn't delay any longer.

"Major General Tian" Fu Ge said rationally: "Perhaps you need to contact your headquarters."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then he nodded and said flatteringly: "I will contact you right away. If you contact me right away, I will let them go, let them all leave. They will listen to me, they will definitely listen to me."

Fu Ge nodded, glanced at Yiri in the encirclement and the surrounding red mecha groups of Jie Pen mechas, who were at war with each other. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "But I think, before that, you should let these soldiers under you disengage from combat mode and come out. surrender."

"Okay." The fat man nodded hurriedly, then turned around and shouted: "Stop your bows and cancel the battle mode. Surrender, we surrender."

However, Fatty's cry did not receive a response from the red mecha group.

It couldn't help but be like this, because several red mechas moved uneasily after hearing Fatty's cry, and almost launched attacks from the surrounding Jiepen mechas. The tense atmosphere between the two sides not only did not disappear, but became more intense. The Chakna mecha cluster on the periphery also subconsciously assumed an attack posture after a commotion in the center.

The entire battlefield was like a pond with ripples caused by a stone. With the chain reaction of commotion and bow hair, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

This unexpected scene suddenly made Fu Ge break into a cold sweat.

"General" the fat man was obviously also startled. He quickly hugged the little kid who was crying and out of breath and took two steps back. He said to Fogo with a look of fear on his face: "These soldiers are all Chakna people. I am only temporarily leading them. They will not accept if they are forced to surrender. I need to contact the headquarters first." As he said that, the fat man timidly looked at the Jipeng soldiers who were watching eagerly around him, and pointed hesitantly. Pointing to the command mecha not far away, he said: "Can I use the electronic communication system of the command mecha? Xianliu Fuge nodded without hesitation. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the command mecha to open the hatch. Several pilots At his signal, the gun warriors were the first to enter the mecha on alert.

Seeing the fat man holding the dying boy in his arms towards the command mecha, Fu Ge strode after him.

He would not allow Fatty to touch other mechas, but he was not worried about commanding mechas that he could not control nakedly by himself. In the spacious cockpit of the command mecha, facing the muzzles of five or six energy guns, even a god would not dare to act rashly. Besides, the child in the fat man's hands is his shackles!

Entering the mecha, Fogo suddenly saw the little boy lying on the fat man's shoulder, blinking at him strangely.

"Idiot!

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