I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 12 The final victory belongs to John!
"Damn you, you had to poop on my head of all places! You better not let me catch you, or you're in for a world of hurt!"

Inside the jungle, John smeared bird droppings on a tree trunk while cursing, then immediately pointed his right finger at the tree trunk above his head and started cursing again.

He felt an urge to pull out a gun and shoot all the birds in this damn jungle.

This experience of being drenched in excrement truly disgusted our wise and mighty Warrant Officer John.

However, his actions were interpreted by Jeter behind him as a tactical signal.

"This is... the number of troops? More than two? And Warrant Officer John deliberately pointed to the sky, meaning that the enemy not only has ground combat capabilities, but also air defense capabilities?"

"John knew this intelligence, which is why he dispatched his magic soldiers to other locations. He intended for us to draw fire from the front, thus creating an opportunity for his unseen magic soldiers to launch a surprise attack?"

"To come up with such a meticulous plan in such a short time, John, you truly are a genius!"

Colonel Jeter, who had 'understood' everything, secretly praised John, but after learning about John's 'plan,' he did not feel fortunate. Instead, he frowned.

It wasn't that he thought John's plan was flawed. After all, if the troops he was leading were ordinary army units, he would have been perfectly willing to sacrifice those soldiers to create an opportunity for victory on the battlefield.

But the key point is that this time he was leading the Empire's elite assassination squad, each member of which the Empire had invested heavily in training. It would be a shame to waste them on the front lines.

Moreover, thanks to John's reminder and Reno's investigation, he has confirmed that the enemy forces in the trenches ahead have pre-positioned unknown magical artifacts.

Before determining the specific effects of that magical tool, a direct confrontation with the enemy is possible.

Those who deliberately expose their presence will likely suffer unprecedented damage, and it's not impossible that they could be eliminated by the enemy in just a few encounters.

After all, although the Allied forces did not train the Empire's unique magic soldiers, their research in magical technology had reached a level that the Empire could not match.

Aside from the anti-magic devices that give the Empire the biggest headache, magical artifacts that can unleash large-scale debuffs and have various special effects are also a very difficult thing for the Empire's soldiers to deal with.

"Of course, if there really isn't a better way, then this is the only option..."

Colonel Jeter smiled bitterly, but for some reason, after seeing the figure in the telescope, an unprecedented feeling of anticipation welled up in his heart.

Warrant Officer John, if it were you, you would surely be able to think of a better way, wouldn't you?

"Achoo! What's going on? Why did I sneeze? Is it that idiot Wendy cursing at me?"

John, who had just finished wiping away bird droppings, suddenly sneezed, and his nose started running. He couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Feeling the salty taste on his lips, he felt nauseous and quickly blew his nose, wiping it on the tree trunk beside him.

Although he was puzzled by his inexplicable bad luck today, John assumed it was all just a coincidence and didn't think much of it.

After quickly cleaning the dirt off his hands, he stood there taking a few deep breaths, then grinned and strode towards the trench ahead.

He has wasted far too much time trying to save his few pieces of gold.

Now he has to hurry to the trenches to welcome his future colleagues.

Otherwise, if that idiot Wendy were to discover that all the orders he gave were lies, even a fool would know that he would definitely be executed on the spot by the enraged Squad 14.

Unfortunately, the final victory belonged to John.

Because I, the warrant officer, am about to successfully switch jobs.

So, you little bastards, you'd better surrender obediently when surrounded by my future colleagues, the warrant officer.

As your superior officer, I, the warrant officer, will certainly strive to secure you a good treatment.

John grew happier and happier, quickening his pace and unconsciously humming a little tune.

Looking at the trenches getting closer and closer, and smelling the aroma of food in the air.

John knew that the freedom he had been waiting for was finally coming.

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(End of this chapter)