Counterfeit Hero

"By the way, any news from Algarfar lately?" Speaking of Russell, Fatty was filled with frustration, especially recent days of insomnia had made him lose all respect for Russell.

Fatty felt that ever since the day they rescued Russell, he hadn’t had a good time. A mere soldier somehow violated some major rule, and being able to escape had become a skill. As a result, several generals took turns doing despicable deeds, forcing and deceiving him into jail.

Fatty had thought about revenge, in fact, he thought about it every day, wondering how he could get some ruthless payback. However, thinking was one thing, but realizing this wish seemed far off. It was Russell who guided him step by step, scheming against him from beginning to end. It was Bernadotte who threatened to transfer him to the front lines. Even Mihailovich, whom he accidentally spat in the face, joined the collaboration, using Ann Lei to deceive him. Damn it, three admirals!

In the end, even though he was expelled from the military and became an ordinary civilian, he still couldn’t escape being manipulated by the three admirals! And this civilian identity was probably designed long ago! The purpose was to make him have only the simple identity of Russell’s student, removing the label of the Leray Federation Army, so the Freedom Front would accept his leadership and pave the way for his operations behind enemy lines.

It was ridiculous that he was so complacent after learning of his expulsion, feeling proud for quite a while. Empty joy.

"No." Elliot shook his head: "We haven’t had any contact with the esteemed Algarfar for many days. I heard he went to the Federation capital to report on his duties. However, he will have someone send us timely war situation analyses afterward."

"Esteemed?" Fatty put down the parts in his hand, covered the floor, and said angrily: "Though this old geezer is supposed to be my teacher, I don’t feel there’s anything worthy of respect in him."

These words, Fatty could only mutter to himself. In the eyes of the warriors of the Freedom Front, Russell was almost everything to them, equivalent to the supreme existence. If someone like Elliot, who couldn’t understand, heard it, wouldn’t it be a huge loss if it caused him to die of old age in Abnosk Prison?

Fatty always wanted to know, if one day he mimicked Russell’s voice to confess his love to someone, or simply hypnotized this old guy to get him to run naked in the streets, would he be court-martialed?

Though this question was hard to answer, every time he thought about it, it made him feel happy.

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