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

Chapter 122 Despair and Counterattack

"Damn it!"

On the outskirts of Luoying Valley, at Tiema Mountain, a truck was being evacuated while being escorted by a large number of soldiers.

Looking through his binoculars at the centaur legion that was still relentlessly pursuing his troops, Major General Tony Lyra, commander of the 1st Division, had a grim expression on his face.

Especially when thinking about the mobile armored magic cannon regiment he originally set up, which relied on its own light-piercing magic cannons and the location prediction made by elite-level magic eye observers, it could effectively curb the mobility of the enemy and establish an outer defense with the steel-body style infantry regiment.

Finally, the perfect defensive line is formed by the large-scale fire barrier created by the fire legion with fire spells, and the locked fireball rain combined with the carpet bombing of the ordinary magic cannon legion.

The centaur legion opposite him, still using simple spells and cold weapon combat methods that he completely looked down upon, should have been completely defeated by his targeted strategy.

But the outcome was completely opposite to his expectations!

This unexpected turn of events and failure filled Major General Tony with anger and shame.

He never expected that just as he was engaging the enemy again and preparing to implement his original tactical plan to deliver a devastating blow from the new era to the group of useless orcs who had been eliminated by the times, he would suddenly find himself in a different situation.

That damned orc shadow force appeared out of nowhere within his ranks and, with swift assassinations, wiped out his carefully planned fire legion.

Even the armored magic cannon regiment was blown off its tracks by the inexplicable explosion, turning it into a metal lump that could only stand still and shake its head.

Without the pre-set flame barrier and the cover of countless fireballs.

In this situation, the cannonballs fired by the magic cannon were completely ineffective against the centaur legion that moved as fast as the wind.

So he lost as expected, and it was a crushing defeat.

Apart from abandoning the 3rd Infantry Regiment led by Samuel to defend against the enemy in the west.

He even abandoned the armored magic cannon regiment that Lieutenant General Dolan had spent a fortune building.

In order to safely lead his troops to withdraw from the battlefield, he left the 3rd Artillery Regiment to cover the rear, and also arranged for a large number of suicide squad members to detonate explosives in an attempt to block the enemy's pursuit.

Even so, those damned centaur monsters relentlessly pursued them, and every now and then, several orc shadow units would jump out and attack them along their retreat route.

The Imperial forces, already less mobile than the centaurs, were further hampered by the slowdown in their retreat.

The distance that had been painstakingly created by the desperate fighting of friendly forces and the opening up of the enemy's main force was once again reduced.

At this point, it seemed that the enemy was about to catch up.

At this point, even without using binoculars, Major General Tony could vaguely see the enemy's figures as black dots.

"No, if this continues, the 1st Division will be caught in the enemy's trap and devoured sooner or later. We have to think of a way!"

Major General Tony's face was pale, and he clenched his fists anxiously as he racked his brains, trying to find a way out of the predicament.

But the more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt.

There's no other reason than that the 1st Division currently only has two infantry regiments and one artillery regiment left.

The remaining special operations battalion and the 3rd Artillery Regiment have all been completely wiped out in the recent rearguard action.

If we continue to split our forces to cover the rear, we may not be able to deal with another enemy force if we encounter it on the withdrawal route.

Add to that the damned orc shadow forces during the evacuation, who always managed to appear like ghosts in their usual routes and launch constant suicide attacks on them.

In this situation, even if we could double our current speed, we probably still wouldn't be able to shake off the pursuers!

"These guys are deliberately trying to wear down the 1st Division!"

Major General Tony felt a bitter taste in his mouth upon realizing this.

Looking at the orc legion that was relentlessly pursuing and surrounding him, he even considered surrendering.

But when you think of the orc troops of the Saga Kingdom, after winning a war, they often cut off the head of the enemy general and made a bone bowl from the skull to drink from, thus showing their honor.

Therefore, Major General Tony abandoned the idea.

Compared to surrendering and being killed, this would have nailed the Lyra family to the empire's pillar of shame.

He would rather die in battle.

Of course, this is under the condition that he had absolutely no other choice.

If possible, he would rather live a good life.

"Damn it, communications officer, why haven't we received a reply from the 3rd Independent Division yet?"

Inside the truck bed, Tony stared grimly at the communications soldier ahead, who was sweating profusely as he operated the mobile radio. His tone was filled with anxiety and anger.

Are you sure we've successfully sent our signal?

"General, I'm sure I've sent it to the 3rd Independent Division, but for some reason, we haven't received a response. Perhaps something unexpected has happened in Mad Fang City..."

"Bullshit! The enemy forces in Mad Fang City were already eliminated when we set off. Even if Dolan is stupid, he wouldn't let anything happen to him on his own turf. Do you even know how to send a message? Get out of the way, let me handle this!"

Seemingly refusing to believe his distress call would be ignored by his incompetent lieutenant general, Tony immediately kicked the trembling communications soldier aside without a word and took over the controls himself. However, before he could even angrily contact Dolan to order him to bring reinforcements immediately,

The next second, he suddenly felt a murderous intent emerge from behind him.

As if realizing something, Major General Tony's pupils immediately contracted, and then without hesitation, he picked up the radio and smashed it towards the direction behind him.

"Crack!"

With a flash of cold light, the radio station was instantly shredded.

At the same time, a cloaked, eerily thin orc wielding a knife appeared out of nowhere in the carriage that should have only housed two people, accompanied by a ripple that resembled ink spreading.

Seemingly surprised that his infiltrative ambush had been evaded, the orc from the Shadow Force paused almost imperceptibly.

However, it was at this very moment that the battle-hardened Major General Tony seized the opportunity.

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed his palm at the orc who had appeared behind him without him noticing. A flash of white light appeared in his deep blue pupils, and a large number of dense magical runes began to emerge from the magic circle in his palm.

Then, with Tony's roar, these runes quickly transformed into a beam of light about half a meter thick, which slammed into the orc assassin!
"Shock!"

"boom!"

With a muffled explosion, the terrifying impact instantly slammed the Shadow Force orc against the carriage, crushing him into countless crimson pieces of flesh with irresistible force.

However, this impact also affected the carriage, causing the truck, which was supposed to be moving, to be overturned instantly by Major General Tony's full-force attack.

The troops that were originally marching were forced to stop because of a problem with the commander's vehicle.

Just as the commander of the guard regiment jumped out of the car and rushed over to check on Tony's condition.

Major General Tony, covered in blood, crawled out of the overturned truck with a grim face. Just as he was about to climb onto another truck and continue to order the troops to withdraw, he suppressed his anger.

They saw a hillside only about 800 meters away from them, which should have been their evacuation route.

The enemy commander Damon Morningstar, who had arrived at some unknown time, led a centaur cavalry regiment of at least a thousand men, clad in silver-gray armor, and carrying a massive scythe that was at least 5 meters long and had a blade nearly 3 meters long.

Realizing that the only way out for his troops was to be surrounded by these damned Grey Reapers with their terrifying mobility, Tony's eyes flashed with despair.

But this despair was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately drew the rapier from his waist, wiped the blood from his face, and stared coldly at the damned orc in front of him.

Even from a distance of 800 meters, he could feel the mockery and disdain in the other person's eyes.

It was as if the other party had never regarded him, the major general, as a real opponent, but rather as a fragile toy that could be toyed with at will, and which the other party could kill in an instant with just a flick of a finger when they got impatient!
How arrogant!
If the Armored Magic Cannon Regiment hadn't been destroyed by those damned Shadow Forces, if our side had been able to detect their infiltration beforehand and kill them before they could act...

Then it should be me who's showing that smile!

But it's too late to say anything now.

All that was left for the 1st Division was to fight to the death.

A deadly battle with no chance of survival!
Tony was filled with sorrow and bitterness, but quickly, he took a deep breath and turned to the communication device to give the order:
"All troops, listen to my command, immediately..."

However, before Tony could give the order to his troops to prepare for an engagement, he was shocked to find that muffled artillery fire was suddenly coming from behind the troops.

"Bang bang bang!"

He turned around with some confusion, and when he saw the familiar rain of magic cannon shells through the sky, along with the dazzling bands of light they created, his entire brain went blank.

No, when did the centaur army start using magic cannons?

And how come so many shells were fired at once?
They're comparable to the 3rd Artillery Regiment that I used to cover the rear!

Wait a minute, something seems off about where this shell is landing.
Why does this arc seem to be falling towards the densest central area of ​​the centaur army?
Seeing the eerie rain of shells raining down on the orc forces from the sky, Major General Tony froze on the spot.

But before he could even figure out what was going on, he realized that...

The next second, a voice from a completely unfamiliar young man came through the communication device in his ear:

"This is Major John Maslow of the 1st Mobile Magic Battalion. In response to a mission from the Imperial Military Affairs Department, I have led the 3rd Infantry Regiment and the 3rd Magic Artillery Regiment of the 1st Division to the enemy's rear and have begun bombarding the enemy."

"After this bombing is over, I will lead my troops to charge the enemy forces behind you!"

"All soldiers of the 1st Division, please prepare for battle immediately."

"The time for a counterattack has come."

"In the name of the Empire, join me in annihilating these enemy troops!"

"Boom boom boom!"

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(End of this chapter)