Father of France

Chapter 8 Comrades Who Were Critically Hit
"As long as it works well." Coman seemed to know what Martin was thinking, thinking to himself, how could you dirty rats hiding in the drain possibly understand the brilliance of the sun? It's not surprising that you're so ignorant.

After a while, it was break time. Koman was still writing furiously on the paper. Time passed by, until Alan appeared again and came to find Koman for a walk as usual. "What are you doing? We're about to leave, so get your work done."

"I've always been diligent; I'm a disciplined man." Koman paused, his pen having already filled several pages with writing. His wrist was a little sore, a lingering effect.

"If you don't mind, could you share it?" Seeing Coman nod, Alan took the written content after getting permission and quickly read it. His expression became very peculiar. After a few minutes, his face was full of "I don't understand, but I'm very shocked." "I feel that you shouldn't try so hard to become a writer. What's wrong with being a soldier? Of course, I don't mean anything by it, it's just a feeling."

"It's so melodramatic, so rubbish." Koman smiled, clearly genuinely pleased, as if being recognized by his comrade was something to be very happy about.

“Coman, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Alan thought his comrade was angry, so he quickly explained, word by word, “There were indeed some problems with the first attempt, but I believe in perseverance…”

"Persistence? Who has time to waste on this?" Koeman scoffed, clearly aware that he had produced a piece of garbage.

This reaction completely baffled Alan. He couldn't believe that such a long passage hadn't been carefully written, but his honest character made him unable to say that these few pages of rubbish were good.

However, the two were comrades-in-arms and had a very good relationship. In particular, Koeman was clearly a beneficiary of the previous Damascus military conference coup, yet he treated everyone equally.

So he really couldn't bring himself to say that Koeman's work was a pile of garbage. He felt quite uncomfortable for a while, wanting to tell Koeman the truth but afraid of hurting him too much.

"Your expression..." It's like a scheming male second lead in a female-oriented novel. Koman's lips twitched involuntarily. The déjà vu was right there. He slowly said, "Of course I know what I wrote is garbage, but it's useful."

What's the use of this trash? Alan thought to himself but didn't say it aloud. But in the end, he couldn't help but think, "It's an experiment, something to keep as a memento."

“That’s definitely not going to work,” Coman said categorically. It was a pile of shit, but everyone had to eat it together. He didn’t have the capacity to swallow something that had been produced with such high resistance. “Not only does it have to be spread, but it also has to be seen by all the men of France when it gets back to the homeland.”

Does it have to be revenge against society? Alan straightened his back nervously. Could there be another reason why the Dragon family left their homeland to serve in Syria? Or perhaps they harbored hatred towards their homeland?

"You'll see when the time comes." Koeman felt as if dark wings had sprouted from his back, and he said with a compassionate expression, "I truly did save the French people, but what is there without a price?"

There wasn't really any particular reason; it was just to annoy the French people, especially French men.

His short story incorporates popular elements such as body doubles, amnesia, running away with a child, miscarriage, and kidney transplants. Unfortunately, the elements of seven older sisters and a real and fake young master are not really in line with the realities of China, otherwise he would definitely have shown off his erudition.

Alan's reaction was not surprising at all, because Coman's writing was indeed terrible. This writing style was not his forte; it might have been better if he were incorporated into the keyboard.

He only started reading these female-oriented novels by chance, with a learning attitude. Because the short stories were limited to tens of thousands of words, he read them very quickly. He read four or five hundred books in a month, but didn't learn anything. He just felt that he and female-oriented novels were definitely not in the same world.

Koman simply couldn't understand how a million words could be written about a "chasing-after-the-husband" scenario, a story about who wronged whom. But after analyzing it, she wasn't entirely without insight. The insight was that if the writing was truly good, no matter how disgusting the previous actions were, it could actually whitewash the situation. This is different from the preferences of male readers; in male-oriented novels, a woman's infidelity is like a death sentence—no amount of writing can save her.

But why did Koeman do this? He wanted to conduct a social experiment to see if this country, with a 3% marriage rate in the 21st century, was worth saving.

If French society still possesses basic, correct values, he will strive to be an idealist and a fighter.

If, given the current reality of rampant German illegitimate children in France, and if most French men don't react by the time Corman spreads his provocative articles, then Corman might actually start to think that the Marlonites are his compatriots.

After arriving in France, Corman planned to spend a month or two spreading these short stories, gradually testing the limits of French society. At first, he might just use ordinary backgrounds, but later he would replace the scheming characters in these stories with Germans, German doctors, German soldiers, and even SS members.

Together with the anti-French movement that should have already begun or is about to begin, efforts should be made to resolve France's historical problems in a short period of time.

Koeman believes that even across different civilizations, basic human emotions should be the same. Is France inherently a country with a 3% marriage rate? Does he not want to start a family, but only want to maintain a chaotic relationship with men?

The first test subject of this social experiment was Koman's comrade-in-arms, Alan. Alan, for his part, was quite effective, constantly asking, "What kind of ending are you going to write? There must be evil getting its just deserts, right?"

"I haven't decided yet, but I guess so," Koeman said dismissively, looking at Alan, who was already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

In fact, in most of these short stories, the male protagonist turns around gracefully like a tortoise and says "I don't love you anymore," even if the element of rebirth is added.

The common title of these novels should be: Reborn, I am still a good-for-nothing.

However, considering that this was Alan's first time experiencing the bombardment of 21st-century junk information, and that the two were still comrades-in-arms, Koeman had a rare moment of conscience and used what little conscience he had left to deceive his comrade-in-arms.

“People who have done nothing wrong shouldn’t be in such a miserable state,” Alan rambled on, almost needing Koeman to reassure him again and again.

“Go back and get some sleep, and you’ll be fine.” Koman made a solemn promise, pushing Alan out the door. “The commander is coming to the camp to speak tomorrow, and we have to listen to him. Don’t think about these fictional stories.”

Watching Alan walk away, Koman pursed his lips with a hint of apology, "My poor seventeen-year-old comrade."

Although he felt sorry, he could understand Alan's simple-minded belief that evil deeds would be punished.

If the Count of Monte Cristo finally gets out of prison, finds his childhood sweetheart, tells her "I don't love you anymore," and then turns and leaves, Corman might not be able to guarantee that he wouldn't pull out a gun and shoot Dumas.

(End of this chapter)