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

Chapter 220 Exposure, Death

At 4:10 a.m., in the Allied forces' temporary rest camp downstream of the Luoyue River.

"Warrant Lieutenant Elliott, you look terrible. Are you alright? Should we call the medic for another treatment?"

At the communications unit's location, seeing Elliott's pale face, the communications team leader immediately asked him with concern.

"No need, team leader. I'm fine. The most critical toxins have already been expelled during the treatment just now. It's probably because my immune system hasn't recovered yet, so there's no need for further treatment."

Elliott responded with difficulty, but then, as if sensing something, his expression changed immediately. He clutched his stomach, his face covered in cold sweat, and said:

"Um, team leader, I might need to use the restroom, could you...?"

"Ah, it's nothing. You go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to check on the others anyway."

"Okay, team leader."

"Tap, tap!"

As he watched the team leader leave, a subtle glint of shrewdness flashed in Elliott's eyes.

However, he still appeared weak on the surface, and then staggered across the camp to the open-air toilet in the jungle behind the camp.

Thanks to the six-hour correction, the soldiers with milder symptoms have recovered under the care of the medical team, while those with more severe poisoning have been transferred to temporary medical tents.

Therefore, the area around the open-air toilet was now deserted.

After looking around and using his magic to sense his surroundings to confirm that no one was paying attention to him, Elliott released his hand from his abdomen and, using the cover of the jungle, quickly walked deeper into the forest.

He only stopped slowly after reaching a point about one kilometer from the camp.

Without hesitation, he activated his perception barrier, ensuring that no movement within a fifty-meter radius could escape his senses. Only then did Elliott remove his military boots and retrieve the special sensory communication device from a hidden compartment in the heel.

Recalling the intelligence he received yesterday evening regarding troop support from the Allied forces, he still finds it hard to believe, and even feels that something is amiss.

After all, the Allied forces suffered repeated setbacks on the Faroukian front due to the misjudgments of the Morning Star and the actions of Commander John.

However, under normal circumstances, the Kingdom should not, and could not, send the Second Army of the Klein Military District to take over this front at this time.

They even used the Heim alchemy power furnace that Team Leader Hassan had previously explored, which is currently only in the theoretical stage and whose safety and timeliness have not yet been confirmed.

According to intelligence previously unearthed by Team Leader Hassan, this entirely new technology, independent of magical technology, is highly classified. It was jointly developed by six countries, and even the identities of the members involved in its development are classified information.

Hassan, the team leader, was only able to find out some clues by virtue of his position.

But this core information, which should never be known to lower-ranking soldiers who might be spies, has now been openly announced by the intelligence department.

This matter itself is full of too many doubts and uncertainties.

As a professionally trained intelligence officer who has been infiltrating the Kingdom of Victoria for eight years, he sensed an unprecedented sense of crisis.

His intuition told him that this might be a trap.

It is highly likely that the enemy discovered that there might be spies within the Fifth Legion, and therefore used this method to try to get this Imperial intelligence agent, who was hiding within the Fifth Legion, to come out and transmit intelligence to the commander on the other side, so as to remove him as a thorn in their side.

"But the problem is, if the Allies have now successfully developed the Heim Alchemy technology, confirmed its safety and feasibility, and officially put it into the construction of warships, or even equipped it with other combat systems."

"So it's perfectly normal for the other party to expose this matter on their own initiative."

After all, new military equipment and weapons need to be tested in actual combat to confirm the strength of the relevant technologies and allow the top leadership to decide whether to continue investing resources in subsequent research and development.

As an agent infiltrating the Kingdom of Victoria, he had witnessed firsthand the rapid pace of advancements in the kingdom's magical technology over the years.

It is also known that, often, an inspiration born in the mind of a genius, or a chance event during research and development, can often reduce the research time that should have lasted for years or even decades to a few months or even a few days.

Moreover, our own troops are currently at a disadvantage on this front.

If the intelligence about enemy support is true, but one fails to convey this crucial intelligence to the enemy commander due to concerns about the risk of exposure, thus leading to defeat due to insufficient intelligence, then...

Even if Hassan, the team leader, doesn't punish him, he probably wouldn't have the face to continue living after making such a serious mistake.

"..."

Elliott looked at the communication device in his hand, his expression full of struggle.

But he quickly made a decision. After taking a deep breath, he resolutely turned on the communication device and pressed the communication button.

“Beep, beep!”

A barely perceptible notification sound, accompanied by the highest level of encryption system set up to prevent detection by Allied communication equipment, slowly reached Elliott's ears as the transmission wavelength produced a noise similar to that of walking on snow.

This is surprising, considering he had always been incredibly patient and never showed any unusual behavior, even when faced with searches by Allied forces.

At that moment, sweat began to pour uncontrollably from the palm of his hand holding the communication device.

My heart was racing without me even realizing it.

I was plunged into an unprecedented state of anxiety.

In this agonizing wait, after about two or three minutes, just as Elliott was sweating profusely with anxiety, a soft beep sounded, followed by John's voice coming from the communicator he had placed to his ear:

"Communication request received, Second-Level Agent Mole, you can now report intelligence."

"Reporting to the commander, I have intercepted an urgent intelligence report. The Allied forces have approved the request from the 2nd Army Group of the Klein Military District to reinforce the Faoken front. Furthermore, the enemy reinforcements are traveling on Heim Alchemy-powered warships and are expected to arrive at this front within five days!"

"What!?"

John's pupils constricted instantly upon hearing the news in the ancient forest of Cangyuan.

But soon he realized something was wrong.

According to the information and settings provided in the game, the Allied forces' current research and development of Heim Alchemy technology is still focused on army equipment and has not yet involved the navy.

Furthermore, it failed to achieve a breakthrough in supersonic propulsion, and the air force plan, which had been abandoned by the Allied forces due to the extreme speed and difficulty in being shot down by the magic soldiers, was rebuilt.

Even though his time travel caused unexpected changes in the original battle, and the Allied forces failed to defend Walden's Magic Lake.

However, at this point in time, it is absolutely impossible for the other side to have built a brand-new powered warship so far ahead of schedule, let alone use it in actual combat.

Even the relevant theories and concepts have not yet been developed.

Therefore, this is clearly a piece of information that is so obviously false that it cannot be more so.

The reason the other side released this information is probably...

As if a possibility had occurred to him, John's gaze sharpened instantly, and then without hesitation, he spoke in a deep voice to Elliott on the other end of the communication device:

"Based on my current intelligence network, the information is incorrect. It's a deliberate trap set by the enemy. Mole Agent, you've been completely exposed. Abandon all mission details and immediately begin evacuation from your current area. Don't hesitate, hurry!"

Upon hearing this, Elliott felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank, and before he could even hang up the communication, he immediately began to flee in a direction far away from the camp.

"Whoosh!"

He walked quickly, the whistling wind rushing past his ears, his whole being blending into the surrounding jungle under the dim night sky.

Even the most skilled hunter would find it difficult to detect his movements in the pitch-black night.

However, after running only a few hundred meters, Elliott had to stop.

Because, directly in front of him, in the jungle where there shouldn't have been any human figures, three hundred fully armed soldiers were now neatly lined up, completely blocking his path.

Upon seeing this, Elliott immediately considered changing direction and evacuating.

However, just as he turned around, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the jungle:

"Oh!"

A flash of light appeared, and the orange-yellow bullet, accompanied by a piercing wind, grazed Elliott's cheek and disappeared in an instant. Under the opponent's almost astonishingly accurate marksmanship, the bullet, carrying scorching flames, left a shallow bloodstain on his face.

At the same time, Elliott, who saw the scene behind him, instinctively widened his eyes.

The once deserted rear area is now densely packed with soldiers, like a thick city wall, filling the gaps in the jungle.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and murderous voice slowly entered Elliott's ears:

"Gotcha! You damned imperial rat!"

The speaker was a massive, imposing figure standing directly in front of the soldiers, clad in engineer power armor.

At that moment, the other person was holding up a pistol, staring at him with a sinister grin.

The other person's azure eyes were filled with mockery and glee.

As the clouds parted from the moon, the moonlight shone down into the jungle in that instant.

The moment Elliot saw the other person's face by the moonlight, he felt a tightness in his throat and his soul began to tremble uncontrollably. His original thought of risking his life to break through the encirclement completely vanished.

At that moment, Elliott's heart was filled with an unprecedented despair.

Because under the moonlight, the person who had just fired a warning shot at him was none other than Gal Loken, the current commander-in-chief of the Allied forces!

Surrounded by hundreds of people, if he were to risk serious injury to break through, then with the help of Lady Luck and the cover of night, he might still have a sliver of hope for survival.

But after realizing that the person who personally led the arrest of him was Gal.

That would mean that his last chance of survival had been completely cut off.

As a superior powerhouse, his opponent would never give him any chance to escape.

Once captured, even the thought of dying might become a luxury for him.

This is probably the end for us!
As Elliott watched the enemy troops around him, who were closing in on him at Gal's signal, Elliott felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

But more than anything, it was an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

After all, he had already prepared for this outcome the moment he made the decision to pass on the intelligence.

Or rather, from the moment he accepted the assignment to become an imperial agent in the Kingdom of Victoria, he had already prepared himself for being discovered by the enemy.

But compared to being captured and, during interrogation, unable to withstand torture, choosing to betray one's country—a traitorous act devoid of honor and loyalty—he had another option.

"Wow!"

Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in Elliott's eyes. Ignoring the warnings from the enemy soldiers in front of him, he suddenly drew the pistol he was carrying from his waist.

He then pointed it at the enemy troops ahead, as if preparing for a final stand, but then spoke in a deep voice to John, who was inexplicably silent on the communication device in his hand:
"Agent Mole pays his final respects to you."

"May the glory of the empire be with you."

"Farewell, Commander!"

After saying that, before John could even offer any advice, and before Gal could realize that something was wrong, he immediately turned the gun to his temple.

Before the other party could rush over and capture him alive, he pulled the trigger with his index finger without hesitation!

"Oh!"

Flames burst forth, and blood splattered everywhere.

Under the cold moonlight, a lifeless corpse slowly fell to the ground, then hit the grass with a dull thud.

"Boom!"

Upon hearing this voice, John's eyes widened involuntarily, and he fell silent.

Just as he was silently preparing to hang up the unusable communication device, a series of muffled footsteps sounded from within the device.

Immediately after a rustling sound, Gal's cold and murderous voice slowly entered John's ears from the other end of the communication device:

"The rat you planted in my army is dead. I'll have his body chopped up and fed to the dogs later."

"And the next one is you, John Maslow!"

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

Gal's smug laughter continued to stream into John's ears through the communication device. John didn't respond immediately, but waited until the laughter stopped before calmly speaking:

"If this is your last message, then I have received it."

“John Maslow, you…”

"Beep, beep!"

……

　Arrived in Arashiyama. Just finished unpacking. This afternoon I picked up the packages stored at the post station, cleaned the house, tidied the refrigerator and kitchen, and washed the laundry basket. It took quite a while, and I didn't finish until after 8 pm. That's all for today. Starting tomorrow, I'll write 10,000 words a day. As for work, the first draft of the script is not yet finalized, and I've already asked the company for leave. I just need to finish it before the 15th of next month. There's no rush for now. There's been too much going on this month, and I'm not used to typing on a laptop, so my already slow writing speed has dropped even further. Therefore, it's highly unlikely that I'll be able to finish writing "The Fauken Front" by the end of the month. I expect to finish it completely by the middle of next month and start the third volume, "The Rain of Elenor".

　　In addition, thanks to the support of all the readers and the appreciation of Boss Time, this book was able to be featured on the platform's main recommendation at 2 PM on the 29th of this month. To be honest, this is the first time in my life that I have received such a feature, and I am truly grateful to this newbie. I can only repay this gratitude with a lot of updates later.

　　Finally, many details in the first volume of this book weren't handled very well at the moment. Therefore, I plan to spend the next couple of days refining the content of the first volume, making slight changes to avoid conflicts with the current plot. If any readers are interested, you can review it later. That's all~
　　

(End of this chapter)