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

Chapter 142 John Maslow has supernatural abilities!

"Kill! Cut off Leon Lee's head!"

Leon continued his journey, undeterred.

The familiar shouts and the familiar ambushes were staged once again.

However, having learned from the previous ambush, Leon did not send his army forward directly this time, but instead dispatched mine-clearing teams to scout ahead.

They intend to use this method to avoid previous failures.

But whether Leon was just unlucky or John had anticipated his preparations is unknown.

Therefore, what awaited the Independent 4th Division this time was not pre-laid landmines, but a bombardment of magical cannon shells from the sky.

The same result was that, under this sudden sneak attack, the Independent 4th Division suffered heavy losses once again. After arriving at the location of the enemy ambush, all that remained were empty shell casings and the tracks left by the Imperial Army when they moved their magic cannons.

There were no additional gains either.

The two ambushes not only failed to kill any enemy soldiers, but also resulted in the loss of nearly two brigades of troops.

This situation is extremely rare, even in any war.

No, it can be called impossible!

John Maslow, how did he do it?
With nearly 10,000 troops already stationed in the blue vine forest, the enemy should not have had any extra troops to ambush them in these two areas!
Did they contact the Independent 3rd Division for support?

Or did the empire secretly send new troops to cooperate?

The Kingdom's Central Intelligence Agency just hasn't been able to find out yet?
A series of blows and intense doubts filled Leon's mind.

This incomprehensible battle situation, along with a series of defeats, caused this young major general, who had always prided himself on his exceptional intelligence and had never truly been defeated, to begin to feel unprecedented bewilderment.

His handsome face was now completely bloodless, and his eyes looked somewhat unfocused.

However, just as he regained his composure and ordered the army to change direction again and retreat to the northeast, after traveling about a kilometer, he saw the familiar tree trunk and the same slogan on it again in the middle of the road.

Compared to his initial disdain and subsequent anger, he now fell into a silent slumber, staring blankly at the words on the tree trunk, without issuing any orders for a long time.

Damon, who was watching from the side, felt uneasy and decided to bite the bullet and ask the smartest commander in the team what the troops should do next.

Leon suddenly laughed, but compared to his original confidence, his smile was now filled with desolation and despair.

He didn't know what terrifying abilities John Maslow possessed to accomplish this near-impossible multi-pronged ambush and psychological warfare tactic.

But through that malicious sign and the subsequent sneak attack, Leon Lee knew perfectly well what was going on.

The other party was forcing him to change his route to that earthen slope area, which he knew was already fraught with traps, in this arrogant and domineering manner!

He could disobey the other party's wishes, but the price would be the same as the previous two encounters: being ambushed by one or even multiple imperial forces in places where enemy troops shouldn't be present.

He has now lost two brigade-level units, but he is still 30 kilometers away from Xinghui City.

Even worse, apart from the flat road marked 'Honeycomb Slope' on the map, the rest of the roads from Horseshoe City to Starshine City are either muddy wetlands that are difficult for a large army to travel through.

Or it's a dense rainforest that obscures your view.

Once the former gets caught up in it and is surrounded and annihilated by the enemy, then only destruction remains as an outcome.

The latter, on the other hand, would face the unpredictable ambushes of the Imperial Army, which was deployed by John Maslow.

Under such constant encroachment, his Fourth Independent Division could not escape the fate of being completely devoured.

Therefore, no matter what choice he makes, he will only have one outcome from beginning to end.

Before this, he never imagined that he, who had always been called a genius by countless people, would one day fall to such a desperate state.

But he knew it wasn't his fault.

Rather, John Maslow truly exceeded the limits of what he could handle!

His only mistake was that he regarded his opponent as an equal to Roxie before the battle, and even wanted to defeat him to prove that his talent was superior to Roxie's.

But in fact, he was completely wrong.

Because the abilities that the opponent has shown so far have far exceeded the pressure that Roxie can put on him.

Whether it was an intention he couldn't discern no matter how hard he tried, or an ambush decision made in advance with a glimpse into the future at almost every step.

All of this is almost entirely beyond the scope of humankind.

It was as if a chessboard was controlled by a devil. The opponent sat quietly on the chessboard from beginning to end, looking down at him, a mortal, with a mocking and contemptuous gaze. He struggled and tried to escape from the encirclement that the opponent had already set up.

In the end, it was powerless to devour everything, and in this game where the wisdom of both sides was completely unequal, it met its own defeat.

John Maslow.

This being, seemingly possessing supernatural abilities, is using despair-inducing strategies to force itself to recognize its own incompetence!

"So, John Maslow, is this your goal? Is this what you wanted to see?!"

Leon Lee murmured almost maniacally.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was so ferocious that he looked somewhat insane.

Even Damon, who was standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine after witnessing this scene.

Just as Damon was about to steel himself and try to calm the commander, who was nearly driven to madness by John Maslow's repeated blows, and help him come up with a solution, Leon suddenly spoke up:

"All troops, listen up! Immediately retreat westward. Target: Fengpo area. All personnel, prepare for battle!"

"!"

Upon hearing this instruction, Damon, who was standing nearby, was immediately alarmed.

If he initially thought Leon's detour around Bee Hill was unnecessary, now, after witnessing John Maslow's unpredictable ambush skills firsthand, he had come to believe Leon's words.

He naturally understood that, just as Leon had anticipated, there would be a large ambush here. In fact, one wrong move could lead to the complete annihilation of the Independent 4th Division at that location.

Therefore, he immediately tried to persuade Leon not to act impulsively and to find another place to evacuate.

But just as he was about to speak up to persuade them, he caught a glimpse of the slogan on the tree trunk that was stuck diagonally in the ground, and he fell silent, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Yes, even if you know it's a trap, what can you do?
Even if they bypassed the Beehive Slope, wouldn't their fate still be annihilation under John Maslow's almost inhumanly predictive ambush?
If they take the initiative to advance and attempt to assault Fengpo before their forces are severely depleted, and break through the enemy's blockade, then after capturing that nearly ten-kilometer-long flat road, they might still have a chance to survive.

And it is precisely because he saw through this that Major General Leon chose to make such a desperate decision.
But, given that the other party had anticipated this and made preparations, is it really possible to achieve this goal?
Damon was unaware of this, but looking ahead, in the heavy darkness of the night, fearing discovery and ambush by the enemy, he dared not even turn on a single light.

Instead, the army marched slowly under the sparse moonlight, and his brown eyes were filled with unprecedented bewilderment and worry.

But in the end, he silently began to ride his horse, and with his panicked troops, headed toward the distant destination, a place that seemed to represent either death or hope.

"Tap, tap!"

……

"Hmm? They actually chose to head straight for Bee Hill? It seems their commander isn't too stupid after all."

Meanwhile, 800 meters above the sky, through the magic eye, it was observed that the commander of the Independent 4th Division did not choose to retreat to another location as the battalion commander had expected after suffering repeated setbacks. Instead, he was hit by fuel shells prepared by the 3rd Magic Cannon Regiment, which was arranged in advance, and with the help of the wind mage's combustion magic, a new round of attacks was completed.

Instead, they turned their main force around and headed straight for the final ambush point at Fengpo.

Lu Niebo, who was focusing all his energy on using his magic eye to observe the enemy's movements, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, feeling quite surprised.

However, after thinking it over, he still did not stop his observation mission.

After all, this enhancement mode requires a great deal of magic power.

By simply enhancing his magic eye and using telepathic communication, he has already consumed two high-grade magic stones so far.

That's the amount of explosive magic needed for the two mages to unleash their full power.

Only with the support of such a large amount of magic power can he maximize his magical eye's observational abilities.

With high-precision computing power, it can find tiny gaps in dense foliage, thereby determining the enemy's location and route.

Based on the enemy's movement route, they determined where the five army corps led by Samuel should set up ambush points to carry out two ambushes.

Only in this way could Lünebo ensure that the battalion commander's ambush plan would not go wrong.

"But honestly, how did the battalion commander come up with this idea? He truly deserves to be the top student at the Imperial Military Academy! It's simply astounding!"

Recalling that five days earlier, the battalion commander who had completed the ambush point setup at Fengpo had secretly approached him, inquired about the limits of his Magic Eye's observation capabilities, and based on his calculation abilities, tailored a task for him as an observer to assist in the ambush. He also explained how to exploit the suspicious nature of the enemy major general to set up bait and lure the enemy into a trap.

Lunebo couldn't help but feel amazed.

He thought he had already thought highly of this youngest air force major in the Empire's history.

But as it turned out, he had greatly underestimated the battalion commander's abilities.

If the battalion commander can maintain this amazing tactical ability, then capturing the Gulf of Faoken doesn't seem so difficult for them.

However, I'll have to give the battalion commander a good talking-to about the battalion commander promoting Maslow's hierarchy of needs later.

After all, although this matter had been approved by Marshal Dormammu, if it reached the ears of the Ministry of Military Affairs, those noble lords would definitely regard the battalion commander as a thorn in their side.

After the Gulf War in Faoken, the battalion commander who made great contributions would most likely go to the capital to receive a medal ceremony, thus becoming a true nobleman.

At that time, it will inevitably attract the jealousy and even targeting of many noble forces.

They might even get killed.

But there's nothing that can be done about it, since the conflict between the two parties is becoming increasingly fierce, and they hardly care about whether it will affect the foundation of the empire.

If the nobles were all of one mind and worked together for the good of the empire, then the empire's wars would not have deteriorated to the state they are in now.

He, the son of a fallen marquis, would not have been sent to this dangerous battlefield simply because of his outstanding abilities.

"Nobles, ah..."

Lunepo curled his lip in disdain. Born into a noble family, he understood the ruthlessness and cruelty of nobles far better than ordinary people.

The so-called virtuous noble families simply do not exist. Even if they did, such families would inevitably be kicked out of the core circle for being unconventional, and would gradually decline under the covert collusion of others, until the family line was cut off.

Just like his family, the Anthonys.

But now that his father has passed away, and all that remains in the family are his mother and the maid who treated him like family, he has lost all interest in pursuing the so-called family glory.

Even if he truly intended to gain glory, he would never do so as a son of the Anthony family.

Instead, it will be achieved as a Maslowist fighter.

That's what he should be doing.

As for those who try to obstruct them, whether they are conservatives or reformers, marquises or dukes.

As long as these guys try to sabotage their goals, Lunepo wouldn't mind showing them true hell, because...

"In the new world that the battalion commander wants to create, there is no need for any nobles."

Lunebo pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing in his blue eyes.

But he quickly put those thoughts aside and instead connected the communication device. He informed Marda, who was located in Fengpo, that the enemy troops were about to arrive, and also informed the five regimental commanders of the 1st Division, asking them to rush to Fengpo to assist in the final ambush.

Then, while flying at a steady speed through the unnoticed night sky, he quietly watched the Independent Fourth Division below, which was about to reach its final destination, through his shimmering, radiant demonic eyes.

Like a messenger of death, silently witnessing the final fate of a group of people who are about to die.

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(End of this chapter)