In the office, several generals were sitting there with grim expressions. Russell didn't seem to have any major issues; his injured shoulder had already been treated, and his spirit didn't seem to be affected much. In the entire room, he seemed the most normal.
Now that Russell was fine, Fatty felt relieved. During this period, he had developed a sense of friendship or even kinship with Russell. Russell had devoted himself to teaching Fatty tirelessly, explaining battle cases and providing wise analysis of situations, which completely dissolved any barriers between them. The frequent intense debates, where the sparks of their military genius clashed fiercely, brought them even closer.
Fatty couldn't help but admire such a general! Perhaps, subconsciously, he had already regarded this mentor as a surrogate father, alongside Mr. Ann. Both of them embodied that kind of manly grandeur and depth.
Russell recounted the events to Tian Xingjian with a smile.
