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

Chapter 194 Eternal Guardian and Intelligence

purpose?

Would you believe me if I told you that the spread of Maslow's quotes was just an accident?
I really didn't expect things to get this big at first...

Hearing Barnabo's question, John was filled with mixed emotions.

However, John also knew that even if he told the other party the truth, the other party would not believe him, and it would not help him in his attempt to persuade the other party to take the position of Minister of Intelligence.

Moreover, after witnessing so many hellish scenes, gaining so much trust, carrying the hopes and futures of countless people, and personally struggling for so long in this damned, oppressive hell.

He had already made his choice regarding the path called the future.

Now, we can openly and honestly share that belief with the public.

Instead of the fraudster who shamefully used it as a tool for profit just to survive!
After a brief moment of thought, John smiled at Barnabo and said:

"As for my true purpose in doing this, you've actually known it all along, Barnapo, but you just don't want to believe it, don't you?"

"In addition, instead of questioning whether I am crazy, I think you should think about another question, Barnapo."

"Why should the common people, who have made the most sacrifices for the empire, be oppressed by the so-called noble title and become beings whose lives and deaths are at their mercy?"

"As soldiers, we shed blood and sweat in wartime, and even sacrificed our lives for the slogan of loyalty."

"But what did they ultimately gain under the control of the nobility? What did their families gain?"

As Barnabo's pupils contracted, John's smile gradually faded.

He slowly rose from his seat. Although he was thin, his movement made him seem like a sleeping dragon that had been coiled up, slowly opening its eyes and spreading its enormous wings, casting a terrifying shadow that almost covered the entire world.

His voice was utterly calm, yet it possessed an awe-inspiring authority that nearly terrified anyone.

“If you’re unwilling to admit it, then I’ll tell you.”

The answer is no, there is nothing!

"Under the control of those damned parasites called nobles, these people, who were clearly heroes of the empire, were unable to find a decent job after retiring due to their disabilities. They could only wander the streets under the contemptuous gazes and eventually die of hunger."

"The civilian families of soldiers who gave their lives in the war received nothing but a palm-sized urn containing ashes and cheap steel scraps that barely proved their existence. After layers of deductions, they received less than 10 dollars in compensation."

"10D, what an absurd and ridiculous number!"

"Those who were forged with life, glory and loyalty, who fought against death with their will, and who witnessed with every breath the most tragic hellish scene in the world, the killing between people."

"In the end, the commoner soldiers with no background died tragically in the game of power struggles among the nobles. Under the control of those shameful nobles, their families received nothing more than enough to cover their daily expenses for a year."

"The pension is so meager that it almost shames me!"

"How can you expect me to accept this result? How could I possibly accept it?!"

"Oh!"

John slammed the black staff, representing supreme command, onto the table.

His pitch-black eyes, as deep as an abyss, had widened to their limit at some point, and coupled with the sinister smile that had appeared on his face at some unknown time, they suddenly appeared exceptionally terrifying.

In the dim light, where shadows obscured his figure, he appeared even more like a tyrannical and evil king of hell.

That calm voice, tinged with an indescribable hatred, seemed like an echo from hell, relentlessly assaulting Barnabo's heart, causing his hands to sweat almost uncontrollably and begin to tremble.
"What right do those so-called nobles, those despicable, shameful, and filthy scoundrels have to be my servants?"

"Do they even deserve my, John Maslow's, loyalty?"

"Since they tout their bloodline, I'd like to see what these parasites, who claim to have noble lineage but have long lost the glory of their ancestors, have become, who now only know how to scheme, plunder, and oppress, living off the blood of the common people and the real victims and fighters, are like."

"When death comes upon them, will they, like ordinary humans, uncontrollably reveal their ugly side out of fear of death?"

"What will they feel when they are trampled underfoot by the common people they used to regard as peasants? They have always considered themselves superior!"

"How will they face me after I've completely overturned their damned theory of bloodline supremacy?"

"I will make those filthy scoundrels understand that the greatness of the empire is not due to their group of faithless and selfless nobles who all deserve to be hanged!"

"But they come from the people of the Empire, from warriors who truly hold firm to their beliefs and dare to charge toward their goals for the Empire and its people, even in the face of death!"

"Let the true victims be honored, let the true contributors be rewarded, let the traitors be nailed to the pillar of shame, and let the oppressors taste the fire of the people's revenge!"

"Let glory belong to all the people of the empire, and let those damned parasites be exiled to the deepest hell!"

"Let the empire become truly great, instead of its current state of decay that is almost nauseating!"

"This is my true purpose in promoting Maslow's quotes, Barnapo, do you understand now?!" "..."

Barnabo fell silent, staring blankly at John, whose expression was inexplicably ferocious yet somehow gave him an indescribable sense of holiness.

After a moment of hesitation, he ultimately did not voice his worries about the future.

Instead, he simply stared at the other person, remaining silent for a long time before slowly standing up.

As if making a decision, Barnapo took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his azure eyes.

Then he knelt on one knee toward this almost audacious yet irresistibly inspiring man to follow him until the end of his life, to witness as a follower the man either attain unparalleled glory or suffer a regrettable defeat. He lowered his proud head in accordance with the highest medieval etiquette of loyalty, while placing his right hand on his left shoulder.

Then, with unprecedented respect, he looked up at the figure in front of him and said in a deep voice:

“Commander John Maslow, if this is your goal, then I, Barnapo Gustav, am willing to offer you all my loyalty and die for you!”

"If I break this oath, may Desher, the eternal god who holds the power of death and suffering, reap my soul and subject me to eternal purgatory, from which I will never be freed!"

After saying this, Barnabo lowered his head quietly, waiting for John's reply.

However, faced with Barnabo's declaration of 'eternal protection,' John did not respond immediately. Instead, he stepped forward and, following the procedure in the game representing a declaration of supreme loyalty, used his scepter instead of a longsword, lightly tapping it on Barnabo's shoulder before speaking softly under Barnabo's burning gaze:

“Barnapo Gustav, I accept your loyalty.”

"despair!"

……

After John accepted Barnapo's allegiance, Barnapo unsurprisingly accepted the appointment as the Director of Air Force Intelligence.

After briefly explaining to the other party the intelligence-related knowledge courses that the other party needed to take after the Battle of Faoken, John dismissed the other party.

Although there were many unexpected twists and turns in persuading the other party to take the position, John felt that the result was generally acceptable.

After all, compared to the previous situation where he had to work under him simply because of the appointment of the Seventh Legion, Barnapo now accepts his ideas.

As long as his plan is implemented step by step, the other party's loyalty will not waver, thus helping him achieve his ultimate goal.

"However, to achieve these forward-looking goals, one thing is indispensable."

That is, to win this war.

If we cannot completely conquer Faoken, then everything else is just empty talk.

Although he had already dispatched Samuel to lead troops in a blitzkrieg against Blue Lake, after the entire army fled into the Dark Corridor, he had lost control of ground information and could not determine Roxie's subsequent movements.

Based on John's understanding of Roxie, he guessed that Roxie would most likely choose to split his forces and launch a blitzkrieg against the Imperial Army's 2nd Division, thereby attempting to liberate the 109th Division of the 3rd Orc Legion from the Blackswamp Clan, which was located on the western battlefield, from the battlefield.

They then joined forces with the enemy to advance into the Dark Corridor, attempting to enhance their allied forces' combat strength by leveraging the inherent combat advantages of the lizardmen, who are adept at fighting in caves, and ultimately try to seize victory on the Dark Corridor front through overwhelming numbers.

"Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other side anticipated that I had guessed this situation and set a trap accordingly. They may have laid an ambush on my advance route when I sent troops to support the 2nd Division, so that my troops would fall into the ambush trap and further weaken our combat effectiveness."

"Therefore, even knowing that the 2nd Division is likely to be annihilated by the 7th Army's blitzkrieg, we must not send troops to support it, but can only stand by and watch."

"In addition, the enemy still has at least 50,000 troops. Even if we send out a force to set up an ambush, they will have enough manpower to split their forces and launch a lightning attack on Kuangya City, completely blocking our army's obvious retreat route."

"However, given that I am already planning to launch a base-swapping tactic, whether Mad Fang City will be occupied by Roxie is not really important to me."

"As for the thousand troops currently left in Mad Fang City, even if that garrison is determined to resist, it is unlikely to last long, at most it can only hold out for about ten days."

"Including the few months that Dolan spent mining after arriving in the Golden Lion Territory, the Silverstone Mine should be almost halfway through."

"At that time, all I need to do is give Hawke an order to lure the Allied forces into a surprise attack on Silverstone Mine at the right opportunity. Under the enemy's attack, Dolan, given his personality, will definitely choose to run away in order to save his life."

"We can take advantage of this opportunity to acquire the mineral resources and have the ground support troops hide them. Once the Faoken front is completely quelled, these resources can be converted into compensation and bonuses, as well as funds for the subsequent development of Faoken."

"Therefore, in order to ensure victory in the battle and to prevent any unforeseen circumstances from occurring, it is time to activate the contingency plan that I had prepared in advance by chance!"

Recalling the figure he had once sent to the Allied forces as a disposable commodity, who had now become the one who determined the direction of his own battlefront, John couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of fate.

After a moment's thought, he took out the special communication device that Jet had given him before he set off, and activated it by inputting magic power according to the instructions Jet had given him.

"Buzz!"

As a barely perceptible fluctuation appeared and spread outwards, about half an hour later, just as John was wondering if the device was broken, the next second, a strange consciousness suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by the other party's voice slowly resounding in John's mind:
"Sir, this is Imperial Level 2 Agent 'Mole' reporting for duty. May the glory of the Empire be with you."

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(End of this chapter)