Counterfeit Hero

Tian Xingjian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself, "Luckily, I was cautious and removed these Mythical Army soldiers' identity cards, or I'd definitely be exposed." He looked at the almost sweat-soaked identity card in his hand and recited coldly without a trace of emotion, "Gazalin Empire Royal Direct Mythical Army 3rd Group, Second Battalion, First Company, Second Squad Sergeant Ralph."

Ali looked at the electronic recorder in his hand, nodded, and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. Your name appears in the SkyNet records within fifty kilometers of the base, Mr. Ralph. I'm sorry for taking your time. Now you can lead your soldiers into the base. I wish you the best." The strict hierarchical system made every lower-class person know how to talk to an upper-class person. Even if the other party had a lower rank, they would use respectful language. Ali's respectful tone made Tian Xingjian feel pity for him. What exactly were these enslaved races in the Gazalin Empire fighting for, with almost no future?

Tian Xingjian turned to leave, and Ali's voice came from behind again, "Mr. Ralph, just to inform you, your companion Pierre is arriving soon. They will be here in two hours."

Looking back at Ali, Tian Xingjian felt a sense of bewilderment. What kind of peoples were these? Things he found extremely unreasonable were taken for granted in their eyes.

Although in the Gazalin Empire's hundreds of years of history, heroes resisting tyrannical rule continued to emerge among them, most of these heroes were sent to the gallows by their own people who served the upper class. Behind these heroes, their people continued to live in ignorance and numbness, suffering oppression without resistance, and occasionally feeling smug for being able to oppress their own people or gain the upper class's favor.

The power of tradition was so immense. When a people get used to oppression, when the rulers exploit their internal conflicts to divide them continuously, when they start receiving deceitful education from childhood, coupled with the societal hierarchy and the harsh reality, they are molded into a truly lower-class people, having lost any ambition and self-respect, indulging in theft, prostitution, laziness, and unproductivity, a people who even look down on themselves.

Tian Xingjian left, unable to bear looking at the honest yet flattering face that was destined to be executed for this oversight in letting them pass.

Upon entering the base, the six [Demon Tigers] dispersed. They had to place the remote-control bombs within two hours to completely destroy the missile defense system and anti-detection interference devices inside the base.

Tian Xingjian maneuvered the mecha slowly around the base, which was pitch black. Although there were anti-aircraft missile systems and anti-detection interference devices, the lights were controlled to prevent the Federation's air raids, especially in the energy and ammunition warehouses, which were of utmost priority.