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

Chapter 50 Why are you hitting our gun handles with your teeth?!
This guy is definitely bluffing me!

Lieutenant General Roxie's plan was flawless, and unlike the infighting Empire, their allies were a united front.

How could the Empire's agents possibly have found out about their assassination plan!

So, he was definitely bluffing!

Will kept convincing himself, even though he knew that John Maslow’s presence in Stone Village meant a lot.

But he dared not think about it, nor could he think about it in detail.

This plan can fail, but it absolutely cannot have any mistakes made by him.

Therefore, he immediately took a deep breath and, forcing himself to refuse, said:
I don't understand what you're saying!

Playing dumb? An interesting answer.

Unfortunately, to the brilliant Warrant Officer Ben, your resistance is utterly meaningless.

I'm determined to seize this Allied military funding; even God can't stop me!

John sneered inwardly; he had seen through everything, including Major Will's last shred of stubbornness.

However, he also knew that when faced with someone who was so stubborn, relentless pressure would only make it harder to get the truth out of them.

He had to change the subject, for example, by mocking the other party's superior.

Try to provoke the other person until their rationality is swayed by emotions and they subconsciously reveal a weakness, then drop the final bomb.

Only then can he make the other party completely despair, thus making them obediently reveal the whereabouts of the gold that he wants to know.

Therefore, he didn't press further, but suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, I am quite interested in your Fifth Army Corps. After all, although you are nominally under the command of General Olko, in reality, if I remember correctly, the real command is in the hands of Lieutenant General Roxie of the Kingdom of Victoria, right?"

"The Kingdom's guiding star, the military genius who can make no mistake in his plans, the strongest strategist in the Kingdom of Victoria, wow, what a great reputation, he's someone a low-ranking commander like me can only look up to."

"But unfortunately, the Lady Morning Star, whom you call the one who can calculate everything, doesn't seem to be as perfect as the rumors say."

"After all, didn't I easily solve the task you assigned this time?"

"As a major, you have now been captured by our loyal and fearless magic soldiers. Oh, and your poor subordinates are also gone, probably dead without even a trace of their ashes thanks to the explosive magic."

"And these tragic facts all stem from the stupidity of your Lady Morning Star, the incompetence of your soldiers, and your Allied forces' attempt to confront the Great Empire."

"So, all of this is your own fault, isn't it?"

"Shut up! What do you know, you damned Imperial dog! You dare mention Lady Morning Star..."

Hearing John so openly belittle his idolized superior, Will could no longer tolerate it and immediately roared as he tried to stand up and bite the damned imperial lackey to death.

Before he could even move, a black gun butt slammed into his face with a powerful gust of wind.

"Oh!"

The violent impact instantly shattered his teeth, the pale teeth mixed with scarlet blood, tracing a perfect arc in the air before landing on the sprouting grass.

Excruciating pain swept through Will's brain, and his reason, which had been swayed by emotions, returned instantly under the stimulation of violence, which then evolved into intense regret.

But before he could instinctively curl up and prepare for the impending blow...

The next second, what reached his ears was John's slightly helpless voice:
"Stop, Hawke. Our Allied major has already suffered enough by losing an arm in the explosion. Don't let him endure any more pain. If word gets out, won't our Imperial Army be seen as a trash army that abuses prisoners? We can't do something that would dishonor the honor of the Empire!"

"Hey, Allied Major, why did you have to ram your teeth against our soldiers' rifle handles? You even broke your own teeth! It looks painful to watch!"

"But don't worry, our Imperial Army is very magnanimous. You're in such a terrible state, we definitely won't ask you for repair fees for the magic gun."

"Hawk, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help him up. Letting a distinguished Allied major lie on the ground, tell me, is that appropriate?!"

"Yes, Captain John!"

Hawke suppressed a laugh and gave John a military salute.

Then, under Werner's gaze, a mixture of resentment and fear, he reached out with a forced smile and placed his hand on the head of this ignorant prisoner who dared to insult Warrant Officer John.

Ignoring the other person's screams, he forcefully grabbed the other person's hair, and with his muscular arms, he actually lifted the other person off the ground.

In fact, if Warrant Officer John hadn't spoken up to stop him, Hawke would have definitely given this bastard who tried to insult the spirit and beliefs of their 14th Squad a real taste of the Imperial iron fist.

Of course, what he did was relatively mild.

After all, if it were Vice Captain Wendy, who idolized Warrant Officer John the most, it would be different.

Before this idiot could even finish speaking, the enraged vice-captain would probably smash his head in.

Sure enough, I still need to learn a lot from the vice-captain!

My Maslow's hierarchy of needs is still not pure enough; I must reflect on that!
Hawke silently reflected on himself.

This might hurt a little!

John, watching Will being lifted up by the hair by Hawke and vaguely hearing the sound of hair cracking, couldn't help but feel a slight ache in his teeth.

But when faced with Hawke's loyal gaze, as if to say, "Captain, I did a good job, didn't I?"

He couldn't say anything, so he could only nod with a forced smile at this outstanding member whose ability to cause trouble was no less than Wendy's, while silently listing the other party as the second most pressing threat to his retirement plans.

After gathering his thoughts, John turned his gaze to Will, who was now silently enduring his anger and staring at him with resentment.

He coughed twice, then feigned distress and said, "Sigh, Major, why are you doing this? Although I know you don't want to believe it, the facts are already laid out before you. Why struggle so much? Just tell the truth and then go under our escort to enjoy the benefits and treatment that prisoners of war deserve. Isn't that better?"

To be treated like prisoners of war?

Ha, if I lose my value, you damn imperial dogs will probably send me straight to meet God!

Moreover, if I were to reveal it, wouldn't I, the major, become a traitor for leaking the mission plan?
At that time, there will be no other way but to submit to your damned empire.

You think you can fool the great Major Will with such an obvious scheme?
Keep dreaming!

Will sneered inwardly. He had already seen through the true nature of these damned imperial dogs in front of him, and naturally understood that guarding the secret was his only way to survive.

However, considering the ruthless nature of these imperial dogs, hurling insults will only get you beaten up and won't do you any good.

He suppressed his anger and spoke through his mouth, which was slightly lisping due to the missing front tooth:

“I told you, I don’t know. I was just leading soldiers to try to rejoin the troops. I don’t understand what you’re talking about at all.”

"Finally, I demand that I receive the treatment due to a prisoner of war in accordance with international regulations!"

After saying that, Will glared at Hawke with a face full of resentment, as if he wanted to imprint the image of the soldier who had just beaten him into his mind and plan to take revenge later.

This guy is really stubborn. Even in such a terrible situation, he still won't say a word.

It seems that if I don't give him something real to make him give up, he probably won't reveal the whereabouts of the gold.

Realizing that he would have little chance of getting the man to reveal the location of the 'gold' through interrogation, John lost interest in questioning him.

Instead of ignoring Will's questioning gaze, he sat down in a chair, closed his eyes, and began to ponder. At the same time, he rhythmically tapped his knee with his right index finger, making a soft 'tap, tap' sound.

For a moment, the entire tent was completely silent except for the strange knocking sounds made by the other party.

This bizarre sight left Will somewhat bewildered; he couldn't figure out what those damned Imperial dogs were up to.

And listening to the other party's rhythmic yet inexplicably oppressive knocking sounds, like the Grim Reaper approaching step by step.

The surrounding imperial soldiers gave him undisguised looks of mockery, as if he were looking at a dying man, or pity, as if he were sighing for the ignorant.

In this oppressive atmosphere, an indescribable sense of panic began to grow and spread in Will's heart.

The intense repression gave him a vague feeling that he was about to suffocate.

No way, these beasts aren't really going to ignore the prisoner's treaty and forcibly kill me, are they?

Are all Imperial Army soldiers this unruly?

However, what I was carrying out was an assassination plan, not a direct confrontation.

Furthermore, they refused to disclose any information related to the mission.

If such a prisoner is executed on the spot according to the Act on the Protection of Minors, then even if applied to the laws of international war, there would be no fault in it.

So, I'm really going to die?
At that moment, Will suddenly felt an unprecedented chill and fear.

However, just when he was about to succumb to this silent torture and was about to try to cooperate and communicate with the other party in order to exchange for a chance to live.

John, who had been tapping his index finger, suddenly stopped and slowly opened his eyes.

Then, the other person glanced at their watch, and then, under Will's terrified gaze, muttered to themselves:
"If you think about it carefully, the time should be about right, shouldn't it?"

Around the same time?
So, this beast really intends to send me to my doom?

Hey, why the hell didn't you ask me one more question?!

I promise I'll cooperate completely this time, please, I don't want to die!

Will was filled with despair, but he looked at John, who remained 'unmoved' as if he had already made up his mind to execute him.

Driven by his survival instinct, he hurriedly tried to open his mouth and reveal the information:

"Wait, I'm willing..."

"Wow!"

However, before Will could finish speaking, who was trying to survive, the curtain was suddenly pulled open.

Immediately afterwards, two figures, one tall and one short, walked in from outside the tent.

The leader was a female soldier with chestnut hair and a cute face, but she was wearing an imperial uniform.

But at that moment, the other person had a chilling smile on their face.

This perfectly matches Will's stereotype of the damned demon legion members of the Empire.

However, Will's gaze fell upon the figure behind the other man, who was constantly bowing and scraping to John, displaying extreme obsequiousness.

After looking at the other person's appearance, which was almost identical to Baron Micah's,

His mind felt as if it had been bombarded by that damned magician with explosive magic.

All reason and persistence vanished in an instant at that moment.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of enlightenment and resentment.

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(End of this chapter)