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

Chapter 134 How I long to be a brave and fearless soldier!
"Squeak!"

Nighttime, in Horseshoe City, inside the city lord's mansion, just as John was reviewing documents concerning the progress of Maslow's hierarchy of needs propaganda, Lunepo suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, immediately delivering news that invigorated him:

"Commander, more than ten suspicious centaur residents have gathered in the city, and the patrolling mage squads have discovered that they have amassed a large amount of funds, seemingly intending to escape under the cover of night. Should we proceed with the arrest?"

"Okay, make the arrest. Also, notify Lieutenant Barnabo and Lieutenant Iguodala to lead the 1st and 2nd companies in disguise to wait around the Horseshoe City warehouse and prepare for battle."

"Also, Lieutenant Miles should be pretty free right now. Call him over and tell him I have something to tell him."

"Yes!"

John slowly put down the documents in his hand, and then issued a series of instructions without hesitation.

Watching Lunebo leave as if he had understood something, John looked at the map in front of him and realized that the enemy had fallen into a trap. However, he did not show a happy smile on his face. Instead, he lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then frowned and pondered.

He understood what espionage really meant.

This means that the orcish troops of Saga's kingdom, who valued honor more than life itself, had fallen into the trap he had set in advance.

Seven days have passed since he seized power through a nighttime meeting.

During these seven days, in addition to reforming military discipline and preparing for the upcoming war,

He also secretly assigned Samuel to spend some money to bribe some centaur residents under the pretext of promoting the imperial majesty, and to stage dozens of scenes of the imperial oppression of orc civilians and the plunder of civilian property in areas suspected of having enemy agents.

And last night they successfully misled the enemy agents, causing them to send out this decoy message.

After all, he knew Leon Lee very well, as he was someone who almost became a member of the main character group in the game.

Therefore, it is clear that with the other party's intelligence, coupled with the intelligence of the Victorian Kingdom, it is enough for them to analyze that the 'tyranny' they are performing is nothing more than a trap.

As he had predicted, the other side, driven by greed for war merits and a cold-blooded nature, did not warn the Shadow Orcs of the Saga Kingdom, but instead used them as pawns.

This would allow him to take the opportunity to send the Black Feather troops to assassinate his five regimental commanders, thereby causing him to lose control of the ground forces.

But in John's mind, this time should not be now.

Instead, it was only after the 4th Independent Division arrived near Horseshoe City that the enemy chose to maximize their gains by exploiting the deaths of the Shadow Forces.

However, according to Martha's report three minutes ago, who is currently lying in ambush in 15 bunkers and on standby, the Independent 4th Division has not yet passed the location where John had laid an ambush.

Has there been a sudden change within the team?
Or did he notice something?
John frowned in thought. If the enemy forces did not pass through the ambush zone he had set up in advance, then at most he could only take out the Black Feather assassination squad and the orc shadow squad sent by the enemy.

It was simply impossible to eliminate much of the Fourth Independent Division's manpower.

Once the enemy forces rejoin the Seventh Army, the offensive pressure he will face will be far greater than it is now.

So, is the only option to get involved personally?

John couldn't help but frown and ponder, but before he could decide whether to risk trying a double-deal to lure the cunning Major General Leon into a trap,

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Captain, you're looking for me?"

Miles, who had arrived unnoticed, was staring intently at John, thinking about how he had been subjected to ridicule and sarcasm from the other four members of the team for the past six days because of his lack of loyalty.

Miles felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him.

My intention in speaking up that day was only for the sake of the 1st Battalion, but I never expected that my worried behavior would be seen by my teammates as a traitor who was disloyal to his superiors.

Although I am indeed a bit cowardly, my loyalty has always been as clear as day!
Otherwise, why would he give up inheriting his wealthy father's business and choose to become a magic soldier instead?

And Battalion Commander John must think so too, otherwise, why would the other side suddenly call him over to carry out a secret mission at this time?

Everyone looks down on me and calls me a traitor, right?
After I successfully complete the battalion commander's orders and earn his approval and praise, let's see what you'll say then!
I, Miles, also long to be a brave and fearless Imperial soldier!

Miles, seething with anger, swore fiercely in his heart.

This was the first time in all the years since he joined the army that he had felt such a strong desire for military merit! Just as Miles took a deep breath, intending to break with his usual behavior and volunteer to the battalion commander in front of him to lead the assault in this ambush, hoping to use his heroic performance to officially clear the name of the slander against him by others through the words of the beloved Battalion Commander John.

However, the next second, after hearing John's description of the mission, Miles froze on the spot:
“Miles, here’s the situation. I need a double to go to the warehouse for me so that I can draw the fire of the enemy assassination squad later.”

"In the 1st Battalion, your escape... cough cough, your vigilance is the strongest, and your personality is also very, well, flexible, able to fully play the role that matches the intelligence, so as to make the enemy fall into the trap."

"Of course, you don't need to act too deliberately or feel pressured. Just proceed with your usual activities as you normally would."

"I believe that with your acting skills, which are full of genuine emotion, you will definitely be able to deceive the enemy!"

"Hey Miles, you look terrible. Are you alright?"

"Reporting to the battalion commander, I'm fine, really, I'm fine."

Miles, his tough-guy dream shattered, forced a smile and responded to John, tilting his head back to wipe away the bitter tears in his eyes.

At that moment, he clearly realized that his cowardly dream of clearing his name was about to be completely shattered.

……

"..."

Meanwhile, in a pavilion in Horseshoe City, watching his own spy team in the distance, he was implementing his plan to sacrifice them.

As Galil's figure fell to the ground, shot repeatedly by a group of Imperial soldiers, and as he listened to the constant wails echoing in the air, his heart remained completely unmoved.

He knew these were necessary sacrifices.

In order to avoid arousing the Empire's suspicion, in order to personally capture that treacherous Imperial commander named John Maslow, and in order to successfully wash away the previous humiliation.

Let alone the fact that the casualties were just a group of ordinary agents from the Shadow Orcs.

Even if this time the most elite soldiers in his unit were sacrificed.

He absolutely could not hesitate for even a moment.

"These sacrifices are worthwhile for the honor of the Dark Assassin family!"

Galil murmured to himself as he silently looked down at the group of spies who had been killed or wounded. He calmly watched as the group, chatting and laughing, loaded boxes of what should have been his property into the belly of the steel monster called 'Car,' which had arrived at some unknown time and was loathed by the orcs.

Then, amidst the monster's piercing roars, it drove away towards the distant street.

At that moment, Galil understood.

The sacred moment of vengeance is about to arrive.

"set off!"

Galil's unique command voice, delivered at a range below the human ear's audibility, could only be received by the Dark Assassin Orcs.

The next second, the 320 elite orc shadow troops who had been hiding in the shadows of the street and deep in the alley all pulled down their hoods.

Then he activated the spell on his body.

As the inky air currents enveloped their bodies, their forms instantly transformed from solid to transparent, eventually disappearing without a trace.

Then it quickly flew towards its target location, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible whistling sound in the air.

Like a group of undetectable ghosts.

"Wow!"

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(End of this chapter)