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

Chapter 3 You bastard, are you kidding me!
Wendy felt like she must be going crazy.

Otherwise, why would she listen to that bastard John and lead a group of teammates to fly around the combat zone in the freezing rain?

What a load of rubbish about patrols and finding opportunities to help the Empire win.

In this pitch-black night, where you can't even see your own fingers and under the dense curtain of rain, it would be a miracle if she could find the Allied secret squad in the sky.

"A shit mission, shit John Maslow!"

In the sky, Wendy, carrying a mobile magic pack and wearing a black raincoat, flew alongside the other team members who were also complaining. Holding an Imperial standard magic gun, she couldn't help but curse under her breath after carrying out a patrol mission in the rain for half an hour.

Feeling the raindrops hitting her face like knives, she was filled with regret.

Looking out at the endless night sky, Wendy seemed to have already foreseen her future, which was as deep as an abyss.

Sure enough, following these officers who came from military academies and had no real combat experience whatsoever, aside from theory and their so-called resumes, the chances of getting promoted and making a fortune were absolutely zero!
I'll have to ask Battalion Commander Olaf to switch to another squad.

Wendy couldn't help but sigh. After all, she had resolutely left her hometown and chosen to become a magic soldier, not to just follow a foolish officer and wait to die.

This kind of predictable life was simply unbearable for her.

She probably really does suffer from aversion to stupidity.

Just as Wendy was thinking of leading her men to wander aimlessly in the sky for a while longer under this annoying rain, and then hurrying back to the temporary base to end this useless patrol,

The next second, however, she heard her teammate's exclamation through the communicator in her ear:

"Vice Captain Wendy, coordinates 45'37, horizontal distance 351 meters, suspicious target detected!"

Seriously?! There really was a discovery?!
Wendy was startled and quickly activated her Magic Eye to look in the direction of the target.

At this moment, with the blessing of magic, the pitch-black night gradually brightened in her vision, and the scene below was immediately revealed.

It was a fully armed Allied squad of about fifty men, slowly advancing through the rain.

In the center of the convoy was a gray truck, but its lights were off. The sound of its engine was perfectly masked by the continuous rain, like a ghost silently crossing the Empire's defenses and gradually penetrating deeper into the interior.

With just one glance, Wendy, a five-year veteran, could tell that this was an Allied squad carrying out a secret plan.

Moreover, that truck was definitely carrying something extraordinary; otherwise, the Allies would never have taken such a risk as sending a small team deep into the Imperial lines.

At this moment, Wendy had no time to marvel at how sharp her commander's eyesight was, which allowed him to predict the Allied forces' movements in advance.

Her own combat experience had already told her this at this moment.

This enemy force is definitely a big fish, and her time to make a name for herself has come!

"Everyone, load your armor-piercing rounds. Begin firing in twenty seconds. Make sure you take down this Allied squad!"

From above, they looked down at the enemy soldiers who were groping their way forward in the dark, like ignorant flies actively crashing into an invisible spider web.

As Wendy mentally counted down the time, her eyes began to light up with excitement.

The instant the enemy entered effective firing range, she immediately and without hesitation issued the attack order through the communicator.

"shooting!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The burst of magical light tore through the pitch-black night, and the gunshots, muffled by the torrential rain, were like the scythe of death, taking the lives of the Allied soldiers who were marching with their heads down before they could even react.

It wasn't until he saw all thirty members of the squad get their heads smashed in almost simultaneous motion, falling to the ground in unison.

The commander of the Allied squad, carrying out a secret operation, realized that their movements had been completely exposed.

Furthermore, under the enemy's undisguised magical light, he instantly realized that the force that ambushed them was no pushover.

Instead, they are Imperial Magic Soldiers, known as the 'Demon Legion,' a force that would strike fear into the hearts of any allied force!
Against monsters that can fly and use massive explosive magic, their army squad had no chance of winning.

What's more, given that the other side has prepared an ambush?

Damn it, their secret infiltration plan was flawless, so how did they get ambushed by the Empire?
Could it be that there has been a traitor?
The allied commander was completely baffled, but feeling the death-like magical aura above him, he realized that the plan had completely collapsed and did not continue to resist.

Without a word, he gritted his teeth and threw away the gun in his hand, while raising both hands above his head and shouting loudly into the sky:
"Don't shoot, we surrender!"

……

Inside the temporary encampment in Aimu Village.

John was sitting in a chair, enjoying the rain outside the window while sipping his coffee.

He knew that, under his orders, Wendy and her team must be miserably carrying out a search mission in the pouring rain that was impossible to find.

He might be internally cursing himself right now, but John didn't care. After all, after this failed command, he would definitely be reprimanded by Battalion Commander Olaf when he returned to the legion's base, which would disappoint the imperial high command.

That's exactly what he wanted. As long as he proved his incompetence, he could perfectly follow his plan, be dismissed by the higher-ups as a mediocre person, and thus achieve his long-cherished retirement dream.

Well, it seems that the pensions of the wartime empire are not much, and my game character is set to be from an orphanage.

Therefore, you need to plan your life carefully after retirement.

I'll try to make the best of a bad situation, and if all else fails, I'll use my retirement savings to open a small shop and make ends meet.

After the empire falls and the emperor dies ten years later, I can simply become a bard in a tavern.

We'll fabricate a story about the early rise of the Norman emperor, claiming that in order to successfully ascend the throne, His Majesty wove straw sandals in the morning and sold his wares at a brothel in the afternoon.

If you find out that the assassins you painstakingly trained were lured away by someone over a meal when you get home that night, you'll probably receive a lot of tips and support from your customers.

As for authenticity, even unofficial history counts as history!
As for whether they will face retaliation from the remnants of the Empire, well, when the Empire fell, the Imperialists were all under surveillance by secret forces and forced to commit suicide. It's not like a bunch of ghosts crawled out of their graves to seek revenge!

Anyway, no matter what, as long as I can retire, my future will be bright and free.

Once the Allied forces have completely occupied the empire, with the initial capital, I'll first speculate on real estate, instantly becoming a business tycoon. After that, I'll raise a few beautiful and adorable beast-eared girls and live a life of extravagance every day.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?!

To the beautiful freedom and future!

John raised his coffee cup with longing, but before he could continue to indulge in his fantasies about the future, the dilapidated door was suddenly pushed open with a series of hurried footsteps.

The person who arrived was Wendy, who had been tricked into going on patrol in the rain. She seemed to have arrived in a great hurry, as she hadn't even had time to change out of her black raincoat. Rainwater dripped from her raincoat onto the old wooden planks, making a pitter-pattering sound.

The man was still panting uncontrollably. John frowned, about to reprimand him as a boss, but their eyes met in mid-air in a moment of intense passion.

Immediately afterwards, Wendy's excited voice reached his ears:

"Captain John, you are amazing! Under your brilliant leadership, we successfully destroyed an Allied special forces unit that had secretly infiltrated our front lines. In addition to capturing their general, we also seized a large quantity of explosives that they were transporting on a secret mission."

"I've already had the communications officer call the command post with this good news. The command post replied that they would be bringing soldiers to meet you right away, and they also praised your brilliant battle plan in the communication!"

"Warrant Lieutenant John, if nothing unexpected happens, with such merits, you'll definitely be promoted to at least second lieutenant this time, and even first lieutenant isn't out of the question!"

"This is absolutely fantastic news, Captain!"

Wendy chattered excitedly, but as John listened to the other person's report, he began to feel uncontrollably cold in his hands and feet, and his head spun.

good news?
Are you kidding me?
Is this really a good thing?
What have you done, you idiot, you bastard!
John was internally roaring, but when he met Wendy's excited gaze, even though he wanted nothing more than to devour her alive, he remained calm.

But John still had to feign surprise, as if he had expected to go down in flames with the empire, and replied with a twitching face:
"Heh, heh heh, is that so? That's really something to be happy about."

What's there to be happy about? This is a complete disaster!

"Yes, Warrant Officer John!"

Looking at the captain in front of her with a 'calm expression', Wendy was a little puzzled. She had clearly made a contribution this time, so why did the commander not show any joy at all? Instead, he seemed a little unhappy, as if his defenses had been breached.

But considering the other party's previous 'perfectly calculated' performance, Wendy instantly understood everything.

The opponent didn't take this victory seriously at all!

Yes, that's right, that must be it!

Although this thwarted the Allied secret forces' attack, it gave the Empire the opportunity to change the course of the Battle of Walden.

However, it only alleviated the situation and could not completely reverse it.

But what Lieutenant John wanted to see was not this minor victory; he wanted to dominate the entire battlefield!
That's why the other party showed such a disdainful look after hearing my news!

Truly, what composure, what arrogance!

They were not swayed by short-term victories, but instead focused on the big picture, maintaining an astonishing calmness and wisdom at all times.

So, is this the world as seen through the eyes of a true genius commander?
It's simply breathtaking!
Wendy was filled with emotion, and her admiration for John reached its peak at this moment.

Meanwhile, Wendy, unaware of her own thoughts, was slowly raising her head, trying to hold back her tears of sorrow, while her back was turned to her subordinates.

A promotion and a raise? Becoming a lieutenant?
What a joke!
He clearly just wanted to give up and retire, things shouldn't have turned out this way!

What the hell went wrong?!

……

(End of this chapter)