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

Chapter 15 You despicable scoundrel!
It worked!
You fatso are really smart!
Upon hearing Bolt's statement, John instantly understood that he had reached an agreement with him.

Although the guy's gaze was somewhat strange, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he would soon be leaving the Empire and boarding the Allied ships.

Even the other person's flawed appearance and style seemed exceptionally kind and approachable to him at this moment.

Thinking of this, John couldn't help but smile, and immediately nodded in response to the other person's expectant gaze:

"Yes, Colonel Porter, I think we'll have a lot in common."

Although there were some minor mishaps along the way, overall it was still acceptable.

The door to freedom has been opened for you!
As long as you take one more step forward, your dream will be within your grasp!

"Hahaha, adjutant, go and tell the cooks to prepare a good meal. Today I'm going to..."

Just as Colonel Bolt, equally excited, was preparing to have his adjutant prepare a banquet so he could have a good talk with John, his colleague who could help him rise to prominence, the next second, several magical auras suddenly burst forth from the trenches behind.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, hundreds of dazzling blue lights emerged almost simultaneously from the Allied trenches.

As if some terrifying bomb had been ignited, the eerie blue light, like fireworks rising at night, expanded and spread outwards in the stunned gazes of the crowd.

What followed was a series of violent explosions that could deafen everyone on the spot!
"Boom boom boom!"

The soil cracked and the ground trembled.

The terrifying shockwave swept rapidly in all directions, leaving everyone who hadn't had a chance to react in time, instantly blown off their feet by the sudden impact.

When John recovered from the inexplicable explosion and looked back at the trenches ahead,

To his astonishment, he discovered that the 'friendly forces' once impregnable trenches now appeared as if they had been struck by a meteorite, with the once-flat camp now replaced by countless deep craters.

At this moment, three hundred members of the Black Hawk Special Forces were rapidly moving across the battlefield, constantly raising their guns to fire at the Allied soldiers who had survived the explosion. Like cruel and merciless reapers, they were swiftly reaping the lives of these enemy soldiers who had been blown deaf by the explosion.

For a time, the entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of gunfire and the final screams of Allied soldiers before their deaths.

What the hell is going on?
That's perfect, how did the Allied base get blown up?
Also, when did those guys in Imperial uniforms sneak into the trenches?

John felt as if his head had turned to mush.

He was completely unable to comprehend the current situation, and could only stare blankly at the hellish scene before him.

However, among those on the field, Polter was also stunned by this sudden turn of events.

He scrambled to his feet, his beady eyes wide, staring at the Imperial Army soldiers in the trenches, relentlessly firing and killing their own troops, while listening to the screams around him.

At this moment, he was so heartbroken that the fat on his cheeks was trembling uncontrollably.

Then, as if he understood something, he abruptly turned his head, staring intently at John, who wore an innocent expression. His expression instantly turned ferocious, and he roared:
"John Maslow, you fucking dare to mess with me?!"

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How dare you spout such nonsense, you fat bastard! This has nothing to do with me!
I fucking want to ask you what's going on!

John was also stunned, but looking at Bolt's expression, which was so ferocious it could almost be called art, and the group of Imperial soldiers who were slaughtering the Allied forces, he was also stunned.

He instantly realized that this ally might have misunderstood him, and immediately tried to clarify, sweating profusely:
"Colonel Bolt, you..."

Before John could finish speaking, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the room:

"Hahaha, Warrant Officer John, our plan has succeeded. You don't need to keep putting on an act with this guy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Colonel Jet, dressed in an Imperial black and gold uniform, instantly broke free of the illusion spell and appeared beside John like a ghost.

He looked at the exceptionally intelligent Warrant Officer John before him, his tone filled with admiration and appreciation:

"I must say, your brilliant plan is truly astounding, even to me. It seems the general was right about you!"

"..."

Wait, buddy, who the hell are you?
Also, are you speaking Imperial language? The voice sounds familiar, but why can't I understand it?
What plan? I'm here to switch jobs, you know.

How come I didn't know I had other plans?
John stared blankly at the imperial lackey that had suddenly appeared before him.

At that moment, even the most obtuse person would realize that his flawless job-hopping plan had failed him.

It seems that, without anyone noticing, they've been tricked again by that damned god of fate.

He fell silent.

However, John's 'calm' demeanor was interpreted by Colonel Jet as confidence and composure, which unconsciously elevated his opinion of John.

He truly is a man who can manipulate his enemies with mere cunning.

Even though victory was already in their grasp, they remained so calm and composed.

It was as if they had known everything all along.

Such composure and calmness are truly admirable!

Colonel Jeter couldn't help but secretly praise him.

However, upon noticing the gaze directed at him from ahead, he suppressed his thoughts and gently lowered the brim of his hat.

A pair of azure eyes stared directly at the ashen-faced Bolt ahead. Under the other's gloomy gaze, a mocking smile slowly appeared on his granite-like face:

"Long time no see, Colonel Porter Master. I remember it's been five years since we last met. I never expected to face you again on this front. It truly delights me!"

"However, compared to the last time we were ambushed by the Iron Wall troops, this time, the roles have reversed!"

"Jett Slevin!!!"

Upon recognizing the visitor as the head of the Imperial Black Hawk Special Forces, Bolt's pupils constricted to their limit, and his expression became more grim than ever before.

At that moment, he understood perfectly well that he had fallen into the empire's treacherous trap.

The so-called surrender was nothing but a trap!
That bastard John Maslow deliberately spouted so much nonsense in front of the enemy to attract his attention.

This gives the Black Hawk Down special forces time to launch a surprise attack on the trenches.

That's why his Iron Wall troops were severely damaged by the enemy before they could even activate their magical tools!
If I hadn't been so distracted by the so-called surrender, things would never have escalated to this point!

But now, it's all over.

Not only did he fail to complete the mission of annihilating the Black Hawk Special Forces, but he also had to bear the responsibility for the breach of the front line, and there was a high probability that he would lose his rank of colonel.

The one who caused them to suffer all of this was that seemingly harmless but actually extremely despicable guy in front of them!
John Maslow, you deserve to die!!!

Thinking of this, Bolt's gaze toward John was instantly filled with unprecedented hatred.

If murderous intent had a rating system, then his intent to kill John at this moment had reached the highest level:

"John Maslow, you damned, despicable bastard, you actually tried to trick me by offering to surrender!"

The more Bolt thought about it, the more he felt like he was being played by the other side. A murderous intent surged in his heart, and he immediately gave a stern order to the soldiers beside him:

"Everyone, open fire immediately! Kill that imperial bastard! Now!!!" Would you believe me if I said I really didn't know this guy?
I am truly an ally.

Why, why won't you believe me, you fatso?!
John felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

But looking at the rows of dark guns pointing at him, he knew it was too late to say anything now. That fat bastard, Bolt, had already convinced that he was playing a trick on him.

Therefore, disregarding his confusion and indignation, John immediately activated his analytical technique within his eyes, attempting to analyze the trajectory of the bullets ahead, while simultaneously intending to lie prone on the ground to reduce his exposed area.

And he was lying face down behind this imperial lackey named Jet Slevin.

He had clearly decided to use this imperial dog who had ruined his plans to switch jobs as a human shield.

Before he could make a move, Colonel Jet snorted and then snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

As a black magic spell appeared from his fingertips, countless streams of dark magic power suddenly spread outwards from his feet, instantly enveloping the two of them.

At the same time, a ring wall, entirely black with a metallic sheen, was generated around the two of them.

"Clang clang clang!"

The orange-yellow bullets tore through the air and then struck the wall in unison, producing a series of ear-piercing explosions in John's anxious gaze.

Despite trembling from the constant gunfire, the bullets that should have pierced their bodies failed to break through the wall and reach the two inside.

Instead, they were all stopped.

Only after the Allied soldiers emptied their magazines did Colonel Jet manipulate a spell to create a crack in the wall. He then turned to Bolt, whose face was so grim it was almost dripping with water, and chuckled as he spoke:

“Polt, the reputation of your Iron Wall unit is legendary on the front lines, but this meeting has truly disappointed me.”

Colonel Jet spoke softly, then slowly drew his twin pistols from his waist.

Before the enemy could continue firing, he lightly pulled the trigger, sending bullets radiating black magic forward.

"Bang bang bang!"

Black bullets pierced through the crowd, striking the walls and then rapidly spreading outwards into black magical barriers. In an instant, these barriers interlocked, forming chains emanating an eerie black aura that struck the soldiers behind Bolt with unparalleled precision and speed.

In just a moment, they slaughtered the group of ordinary soldiers who had no time to react.

Colonel Jet, having accomplished all of this, simply discarded the magic gun that had been completely destroyed due to overuse, and instead drew the rapier from his waist.

The sword's edge pointed straight ahead. Bolt, who looked somewhat disheveled from dodging the dark energy chains, spoke with a calm yet arrogant tone:

"This makes me start to suspect that even without Warrant Officer John's scheme, your so-called Iron Wall troops would probably have been slaughtered by us as easily as pigs and dogs!"

"After all, without magical tools, you simply don't have the qualifications to fight head-on, do you?"

"Stop fucking smug, Jett Slevin. You really think you've won?"

With a sinister grin, Bolt ripped off his tattered military uniform, revealing the blood-red metal armor beneath. At the same time, he unleashed his inner magic, veins bulging on his face and an oppressive aura emanating from his body.

He gripped the massive metal gauntlets that had inexplicably appeared on his hands, his blood-red eyes fixed on the two figures in front of him, a bloodthirsty grin slowly spreading across his face:
"I admit that your despicable schemes have indeed caused me considerable harm."

"But you don't actually think that destroying this trench will force us to retreat, do you? Have you forgotten that this is our Allied territory, not your damned empire!"

"Our allied forces' anti-magic device outpost is on a hilltop five kilometers away. It's not just my force of only 1,500 men that's stationed there, but a real army!"

"Now, all the explosions here have been brought to the attention of our friendly forces."

"And I only need to lead my men to hold this position for a few minutes, and then we can wait for our allies to return to defend."

"At that time, how will you, leading only a small force, deal with our countless allied soldiers!"

"Victory has always been in the hands of our allies."

“Jett Slevin, from the moment you set foot on this land, your death was already sealed!”

"Today, you and that bastard John Maslow will both die here, hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bolt stomped his foot and charged towards Jet like a cannonball, simultaneously throwing a powerful punch at him.

"!"

Seeing his old rival launch an attack, Jet's pupils contracted, but his body did not falter at all. Instead, he unleashed his magic and swung his sword to win.

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, sparks flying constantly as they clashed. Every move they made was filled with killing intent, clearly aimed at taking the other's life.

But Jet, who was locked in combat with Bolt, had a vague sense that something was wrong.

He had noticed that the magic soldier squad, which should have appeared at this time to support their surprise attack in John's 'perfect plan,' had not yet shown up.

According to the plan, Squad 14 should be assisting the Black Hawk unit in annihilating the enemy forces at this time.

After defeating the enemy, they should be able to complete their mission and retreat calmly under their own cover.

But now, Squad 14 has not shown up as promised.

Could it be that something unexpected has happened?

This is a huge problem!
Colonel Jeter felt a heavy weight in his heart and couldn't help but consider whether to force Bolt to retreat and immediately evacuate with John.

However, just as Bolt burst into laughter and Jeter began to consider backing out.

The next second, as if sensing something, Bolt's laughter stopped abruptly. Then he and Colonel Jet tacitly distanced themselves from each other and looked at the sky five kilometers away.

Almost simultaneously, dozens of terrifying auras, sending chills down one's spine, suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

Thirty dazzling red lights appeared one after another before their eyes, as if the god of destruction was casting his gaze down from the sky to the ground.

Even the air itself became thick and suffocating at that moment.

Is this... the Empire's explosive magic?!
Wait, isn't that the actual location where our anti-magic device is set up?!
How did those bastards find the real location?
"No, no, wait a minute..."

Sensing the terrifying magical aura that had condensed in the air in the distance, Polter finally began to panic. His face turned pale as he looked at the increasingly bright red light on the mountain behind him, and at the crimson magic circle that was growing larger and larger under the control of the magic soldiers.

Until those thirty crimson beams of light, regarded by countless people as nightmares, poured out from the magic circle, and then, amidst Colonel Jet's ecstatic expression and John's dazed gaze, struck the very stronghold below that represented the Allied forces' greatest reliance in their fight against the Empire.

At this moment, Bolt, whose lips had begun to tremble without him even realizing it, realized something profound.

He's finished.

"No!!!"

"Boom!"

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(End of this chapter)