Chapter 39 Fatty Stands Up
Tian Xingjian felt somewhat sad. For whom? Ali or Torick? He didn’t know himself.
When he bid farewell to his comrades in the First Company in the morning, the ones most reluctant to see him go were naturally the warriors of First Squad, Second Platoon, who had fought alongside him all the way. They had shared life and death and formed bonds of trust amidst blood and fire.
They greatly admired the tactics of the Deputy Company Commander.
Especially Torick, who confided a lot in Tian Xingjian, speaking from his ancestors’ experiences up to his own.
Torick was from the Mark Clan, a very low-ranked group, technologically and culturally backward. Even in the Federation, they were still called lower-class people by some.
Torick said, "I hate them! If anyone dares call me lower-class, I’ll punch them in the face."
But such people were indeed few in the Federation. He felt deep sorrow for his fellow clansmen born in the Gazalin Empire, having personally killed Ali, driven by such indescribable emotions.
Their nation had endured too much suffering. He hoped to end it all, but he was merely a platoon leader of Special Reconnaissance Soldiers.