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

Chapter 14 Happiness Knocks on the Door!
"So, you've come to surrender?"

Soon, Bolt realized what was happening and instinctively asked a question, but as he spoke, his eyes looked at John with some suspicion.

There was no other reason than that, in his understanding, most of the people who could join the Imperial Air Force and become commanders of magical soldiers came from the Imperial Military Academy.

These people received a rigorous education from the empire from a young age, and it can be said that loyalty was ingrained in their bones.

It can be said that they would stop at nothing for the sake of the empire, and would not even fear death.

Otherwise, the Magic Soldier Legion wouldn't be known as the Demon Legion by outsiders.

The Seventh Air Force, commanded by Dormammu, the white-haired demon general of the Empire, is undoubtedly the elite force in the Imperial Air Force, and the selection of its commanders is extremely rigorous.

Therefore, even after hearing John's words of deliberation to surrender, Bolt did not show much excitement. Instead, he began to suspect that the guy in front of him might have other intentions.

"Surrender? Ha, you overestimate yourself. If I hadn't been tricked, how could I, John Maslow, have ended up in this situation? With me and my thirty magic soldiers, let alone this small trench, even on the main battlefield, without anti-magic devices, your Allied forces would be nothing more than moving targets!"

John sneered dismissively, looking at Bolt ahead, whose brows were furrowed and who seemed somewhat angry.

He knew that his remarks had successfully attracted the other party's attention and left a deep impression of him as a tough guy in the fat man's mind. If he continued to belittle the Allied forces, he might very well backfire.

So the cunning Warrant Officer John immediately knew when to stop, and instead sighed to himself, feigning helplessness as he lamented:

"However, even someone as intelligent as myself must admit that a knife from an ally is often more deadly than a bullet from the enemy. As you can see, after Colonel Bolt received the mission from the Empire to infiltrate behind Allied lines, from that moment on, I knew very well that my foolish superior had no intention of leaving me any way out."

"This made me start to think and doubt what the meaning was of the education I received in the first half of my life, and the wish I made to study for the revival of the empire."

"Is such a corrupt empire really worth risking my life for?"

"When I set off, I pondered and was puzzled by this question more than once."

"Until I caught a glimpse of the soldiers' bewildered eyes along the way, and saw them constantly opening their pocket watches and looking at photos of their families, and giving them a final farewell kiss."

"I then realized that all of this was wrong."

"They shouldn't have sacrificed their lives on meaningless missions because of the infighting of those damned politicians, nor should they have died in pain and despair because of the lies of honor fabricated by those damned nobles."

"So, at the moment I became a sinner who dragged these poor soldiers into the quagmire called death, I finally woke up."

"They should not die because of the lies of those despicable politicians, and they should not die a meaningless death because of my involvement."

"Compared to the empire that has become corrupt and dilapidated under the influence of a group of filthy nobles, the Allied forces, dedicated to justice and peace, may be a more correct choice for these bewildered soldiers."

"So, with that belief, I stopped them from carrying out that stupid suicide plan."

"So I laid down my weapons and defenses and came to this battlefield alone."

"So, I had that captain find you, and my purpose in doing so was to seek an answer from you."

Of course, all of the above is just John talking nonsense.

After all, the time from John's arrival to now is less than two days at most. He hasn't even sat on the benches in the military camp enough to leave two butt marks, so where did all these feelings about the empire come from?

The reason he spouts so much nonsense is to promote his own righteous persona.

It's all about gaining more recognition and respect from colleagues, thereby increasing one's own value and getting a better price when changing jobs.

As for whether it's effective, well, the sight of those Allied soldiers staring at him with admiration and respect already proves it perfectly.

"So, if you fatso are even a little bit smart, hurry up and recruit me. As long as your offer isn't too outrageous, I'll guarantee you'll get access to classified information related to the Empire, bro!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just throw the employment contract in my face, and don't hold back!"

Feeling Bolt's scrutinizing gaze, John couldn't help but feel a frantic urge in his heart.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be serious and sincere as he looked at the other person, as if the status and power he could gain after changing jobs were nothing but fleeting clouds to him.

He seems to be a good boss who is genuinely concerned about the future of a group of young, hardworking people, which is why he did this.

"So, this guy really came to surrender?"

Hearing John's words, Porter appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil, and he could not calm down for a long time.

He had his suspicions that this was a trap.

However, both the intelligence report on the magical artifacts just submitted by the adjutant and the results of the reconnaissance spells showed that there were no traces of any magical soldiers in the sky above them.

As is well known, the explosive magic of the magic soldier is terrifying. Once activated, it can flatten a mountain in an instant through mysterious explosive power.

However, magical soldiers are not omnipotent. Because explosive power needs to penetrate deep into the ground, connecting to the planet's core, to extract the explosive force and transform it into an annihilation form, creating a molten lava explosion powerful enough to destroy everything, magical soldiers typically need to be positioned above the attack location when casting spells, with a deviation generally not exceeding fifty meters.

Therefore, if the magic soldier really wants to try to attack, it will inevitably reveal its presence.

However, since Bolt has not detected the presence of the magic soldiers, the possibility that he initially suspected was that the other party was trying to buy time with words in order to unleash explosive magic on the magic soldiers and wipe them out no longer exists.

So, this guy really came to surrender?
Moreover, he also brought a full thirty Imperial magic soldiers with him to surrender.
"!"

Realizing this, Bolt's breathing became heavy, and his beady eyes widened to their maximum.

The way he looked at John became as if he were looking at a beautiful woman dressed in a sexy, light dress, with an incredibly gorgeous face, who was waving at him and making seductive sounds.

I started to get uncontrollably excited.

There's no way around it, this is an Imperial mage soldier!

It is the strongest type of soldier that all the major kingdoms have tried to find out for hundreds of years, but have never been able to figure out the specific training method!

It was through this unreasonable existence that the Norman Empire was able to grow from a tiny country into the behemoth it is today.

This was so great that even the Western Federation was terrified by its terrifying military strength, and out of self-preservation, they had no choice but to band together and form an alliance.

They united the forces of sixteen nations in an attempt to halt the Norman Empire's advance.

All of this stems from the Empire's mage soldiers, who are known as the 'Demon Legion'!
But this kind of military force, which is enough to drive any country in the world crazy, has now fallen into our hands by sheer coincidence.
Perhaps, through this magic soldier commander who calls himself John Maslow, he might even be able to try and obtain the correct training methods for magic soldiers?!
what does this mean?
This meant that the day had come for him to be ennobled and appointed prime minister.

If he were even bolder, he might even be able to sit on the throne!
"!"

The more he thought about it, the more rapid his breathing became.

The intense excitement and agitation made him feel as if an electric current was flowing through his body, instantly raising goosebumps all over his skin.

Even the Yang Wei problem that had troubled him for many years seemed to have miraculously recovered at this moment.

At that moment, Bolt realized something profound.

The young man in front of him was no prisoner at all; he was Bolt's lucky star!
And they even offered themselves up!

Acceptance is necessary!
Of course, Bolt was not blinded by this sudden happiness.

Because he knew that until he actually obtained the specific training methods for magical soldiers from the other party, everything was meaningless.

After all, although the other party did act like someone who had seen the world, it was also possible that he was a down-on-his-luck commoner in disguise.

If I were to offer the other party benefits right away, and then the intelligence department found out that the other party was just a civilian, I would probably lose all face among the Allies.

"However, it's always better to give them a way out first, put them in the trenches, and then slowly interrogate them about the inside story."

"After all, I'm not here to defend this dilapidated trench, but to deal with the Black Hawk Special Forces from the Empire."

"However, since it is already evening and the Empire has not yet launched an attack on this decoy, it is likely that they will act tonight."

"By then, I will have been able to extract all the necessary information from this guy who claims to be the captain of the magic soldier squad. Whether to kill him or spare him will be entirely up to me."

"However, considering that this guy is the captain of that group of magic soldiers, killing him directly might easily cause a mutiny among the magic soldiers, so it's best to spare his life."

"As long as I get my hands on the core training information, my future will be bright no matter which path I take!"

With each breath, a thousand thoughts raced through Bolt's mind before his gaze returned to John in front of him.

But unlike his previous scrutiny, this time his face was full of enthusiastic smiles, and he exaggeratedly spread his arms wide, speaking loudly and sincerely to John:

“Ah, my dear Warrant Officer John, your ideals of justice truly move me. I never imagined that those damned imperialists would persecute an upright commander like this. It truly breaks my heart.”

"But our Allied forces and the Empire are different. From generals to soldiers, we are united from top to bottom, with a common goal: to liberate all those who are still oppressed within the Empire. This is our unwavering belief."

"So, Warrant Officer John, I can tell you definitively that your choice is correct, and our Allied forces welcome righteous men like you at any time."

"If you don't mind, please come with me to the camp so we can talk in detail. It would be best if you could also bring your thirty men with you."

As if imagining himself soon recruiting these thirty magical soldiers into his ranks, Bolt couldn't help but excitedly lick his dry lips, his eyes fixed on John ahead, his tone filled with unprecedented excitement and anticipation:

“I think we can have plenty to talk about, can’t we, my dear John?”

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(End of this chapter)