Seeing Julian Johnsons pick up the pen exudes a grand and heroic feeling!
Waldor Jones dared not stay any longer to disturb him, and quietly slipped out of the big tent, leaving a space of tranquility for him...
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Outside.
The night curtain hung low.
There was still a bonfire slowly burning.
The soldiers saw him, and not a single one stood up to salute; instead, complaints were stabbed directly and fiercely into his ears:
"There's someone here who's clearly an imposter, can't lead troops into battle, yet he's here pretending to be something he's not."
"Yeah, I think it won't be until the presidential palace people come to take him away that he'll confess his guilt."
"We can only pray those people come quickly, so we don't have to follow a fake team leader into battle and sacrifice for nothing..."
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