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

Chapter 18 Wendy Wants to Follow
After the Allied anti-magic devices were destroyed, the Imperial 7th Air Force, now free of threat, launched a fierce offensive under the orders of its commanders. With overwhelming force, it completely repelled the three Allied legions within two hours and seized control of the Walden region.

After deploying extra-base army units to conduct post-war cleanup and inventory of the occupied areas, the 7th Air Force, having successfully returned to its camp, held a long-awaited celebratory banquet that very evening.

When John opened his eyes again in the tent, it was already noon the next day.

At this moment, his tent was filled with commanders of all ranks from the Seventh Air Force, lying sprawled out in all directions.

The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and stinky feet, which was quite intoxicating.

It seems that the month-long stalemate has finally been resolved, giving these bastards a chance to release their pent-up emotions.

So at last night's party, these usually serious and unsmiling officers completely let loose.

Even the most rigid Battalion Commander Olaf in John's memory.

Last night, when he was having a great time drinking, he jumped onto the table and showed everyone his signature move: opening a bottle with his butt.

And relying on his powerful hip strength, he single-handedly brought the entire party to a climax.

As the biggest contributor to this victory, John not only received praise from his superiors at all levels, but he was also the one who was forced to drink the most alcohol.

After watching his superior's signature move, he completely lost consciousness and could not remember anything that happened afterward.

The large amount of alcohol he consumed left him with a splitting headache and a general feeling of lethargy, even after he had woken up.

Especially when you think about how your carefully crafted job-hopping plan has completely fallen apart under the influence of that damned fate.

And now he has confirmed his identity as an imperial lackey.

He immediately became even more listless.

This is hell!

John couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the group of naked men in their underwear lying on the ground, fast asleep and muttering "Come drink" and "Come again."

But after a moment of silence, he picked up his warrant officer uniform from the corner, put it on, and then dragged his tired body outside.

The smell inside the tent was truly pungent. He felt that rather than staying in this dog-shit-like tent to contemplate the future, going out for some fresh air would sharpen his mind.

"Tap, tap!"

After leaving the camp, John wandered aimlessly around the outpost.

Perhaps because the Allied forces had a large number of remaining troops in the Walden region and needed the assistance of magic soldiers to suppress them, there were not many people in the stronghold, making it seem somewhat empty.

John walked along the way and only encountered a few unfamiliar soldiers who greeted him respectfully.

Retirement failed, and so did changing jobs.

What should I do next?

Damn it, did the goddess of misfortune see me when I transmigrated? Otherwise, why am I so unlucky?

But while the game's setting includes magic and orcs, there has never been a concept of gods.

Or, you could set up an altar yourself and pay your respects to the Three Pure Ones, hoping to ward off bad luck.

After all, they are our own ancestors; surely they wouldn't betray us like foreign gods would, would they?
John was deep in thought, trying to recall the specific procedures of the Taoist blessing ceremony, when the sound of gunfire beside him pulled him back to reality.

Curious, he walked toward the direction from which the gunfire came, only to find himself at the shooting range behind the stronghold when he reached the source of the gunfire.

A figure he recognized was standing in the center of the shooting range, holding a large revolver, which John remembered as numbered M500, out to the right, intently aiming at the target a hundred meters away.

As if they had calculated the angle of the shot, the other party quickly pulled the trigger repeatedly in the next second.

"Bang bang bang!"

The six gunshots almost overlapped, and then the sound of the target being hit came simultaneously in the next second.

Six bullets hit the target simultaneously in no particular order, accurately locking onto the bullseye in the center.

There was no deviation whatsoever; the precision was so perfect it seemed as if it were the work of a highly accurate machine rather than a human being.

It's simply breathtaking!
"Clap clap clap!"

John couldn't help but applaud the other person. His sudden applause startled the figure who was intently checking their shooting score. The figure turned around with some confusion, and upon seeing that it was John, a delighted smile immediately appeared on their face.

"Captain? You're awake!" "Not bad marksmanship, Wendy. No wonder Battalion Commander Olaf appointed you as vice-captain, although you're still far behind me."

Of course, John was talking complete nonsense.

Although he achieved a perfect score in shooting in the story background when creating his current game character.

But that only applies to the character John Maslow. He himself is just a golden-age slave living in peacetime. He has never even seen a gun on TV, let alone shot one. How could he compare to Wendy, a five-year veteran?

Of course, this didn't stop him from bragging to his subordinate.

Anyway, he's the superior, so whatever he says is right.

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Captain. I'll work harder in the future and strive to surpass you as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, Wendy was not angry at all; instead, she looked at her captain with admiration.

After these two days of missions, she now had an unconditional trust in her wise and capable Captain John.

Even if John claimed he was a better shot than her, or even if he said he knew Captain Olaf's special skill of opening bottles with his butt, she would absolutely believe him!

"Ahem, speaking of which, Wendy, didn't Squad 14 have no mission? Why are you suddenly practicing your shooting here?"

Seeing Wendy looking at him with such trust, without a shred of doubt about his marksmanship, even John felt his face burning. He quickly changed the subject, secretly thinking that he would have to find time to practice his marksmanship in the future.

Otherwise, if Wendy, that idiot, asks him to demonstrate top-notch marksmanship to the other members of Squad 14 one day, and he misses the target, he'll be incredibly embarrassed.

"No, I'm just used to practicing shooting every day, so I came here for some training. After all, our missions are very important, and I also want to become stronger."

In that case, unlike yesterday, we won't have to helplessly watch you willingly walk into danger for the sake of the mission.

Wendy thought to herself that she was saying the last sentence. She was thinking about how she, who had considered herself the main force of the team yesterday, not only failed to protect the captain's safety, but could only watch helplessly as the captain went to fight thousands of enemy soldiers alone, and bought time for Squad 14 to destroy the anti-magic device.

Her right hand, gripping the gun handle, unconsciously tightened its grip.

Even though General Dormammu was prepared and arranged for Colonel Jet to protect the captain.

Even though she knew that yesterday's scene could only be accomplished by the exceptionally intelligent Captain John alone.

Even though everyone in Squad 14 was cheering and jumping for joy over this victory.

But Wendy knew.

Ultimately, as the deputy captain and a soldier, she still failed in her duties.

A soldier who cannot protect the safety of his commander is an unqualified soldier.

Moreover, Captain John was the most outstanding commander she had met in the five years since she joined the army.

Whether it was the other party's amazing wisdom or their courage to face danger head-on without ever flinching.

Her gentle and considerate nature towards her subordinates also deeply impressed her.

Wendy had become accustomed to being blamed and dragged down by her boss.

I once thought my military career would continue like this forever.

But John's appearance was like a dawn, tearing away all the darkness of her past.

She had never wanted to follow someone so wholeheartedly as she did now.

If it were Warrant Officer John, he would surely be able to show himself that scene!

Wendy murmured to herself, then looked at the captain in front of her who was picking at his ear and muttering to himself about work-life balance and how people who get caught up in the competition are usually ostracized by their colleagues—words she couldn't understand at all.

She couldn't help but smile, and was about to say something to the other person when...

The next second, a series of hurried footsteps interrupted their conversation, followed by the guard's respectful voice:

"Warrant Lieutenant John, General Dormammu has ordered you to proceed to the command post immediately for a meeting."

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(End of this chapter)