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

Chapter 9 Allied Victory is assured
"Wow!"

A man wearing a blue and white Allied uniform, with a small sun on his shoulder and two golden wheat ear decorations below, walked into the command post carrying documents. He then saw a slender figure, wearing a lieutenant general's coat, lying quietly asleep in front of the sand table.

A hint of unease flashed in his eyes.

But considering the importance of the mission, he hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and decided to go forward and wake up his respected superior.

Before he could make a move, the woman lying on the table seemed to sense something. Her steady breathing suddenly stopped, and then she slowly raised her head.

As she moved, her long golden hair slowly cascaded down, revealing her face, which was so thin it could almost be described as malnourished.

She seemed to often lack sufficient sleep, and her eyes were surrounded by dark circles so thick that they were impossible to ignore.

A pair of bloodshot, azure eyes stared blankly ahead, but quickly refocused.

She covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, patting her numb face as she tried to regain her senses, and asked wearily:
"Ha, it's already afternoon, Major Dillion. How long have I been sleeping this time?"

"You rested for a total of three hours this time, Lieutenant General Roxie."

"Three hours? What a terrible sleep experience. What are those guys in the 3rd and 6th Legions doing? Can't they just hurry up and take care of that damned old imperial devil and end this disgusting war so I can get some rest? What a bunch of useless idiots!"

"And that damn Dormammu, why didn't he just surrender? Why did he have to add to my workload? He's so annoying!"

Roxie Sancaster scratched her hair in frustration, but quickly calmed herself and turned her attention to the documents in Dillion's hands, her eyes narrowing slightly:
"So, what unexpected situation has arisen this time?"

"This is a piece of intelligence that was just sent by one of our agents. It seems that the white-haired demon general has made some new moves. General Orko asked me to give it to you for review."

Dillion silently handed over the document, then picked up a cup beside him, tore open a bag of loose medicine packets, picked up the thermos and skillfully made a cup of magic stimulant for the officer, carefully placing it in front of him.

"..."

Roxie picked up his teacup and took a sip while reviewing the documents in his hands.

Upon seeing the first half of the document, a slight smile crept onto her lips.

Because the development of events was entirely under her control.

Whether the suicide squad was intercepted by the Empire, or whether the Empire would extract information from the failed squad about the location of the so-called 'anti-magic device' and find out the so-called 'real location' through analysis, it was all within her expectations.

If Dormammu successfully falls into the trap, then under her arrangement, the enemy's proud Black Hawk Special Forces will surely be completely wiped out in this trap.

At that time, the Empire, having lost this strongest reconnaissance squad, would be tantamount to losing an eye on the Walden battlefield.

At that time, she will be able to further destroy the Empire's defenses, thus allowing the Allied forces to completely win the Battle of Walden!
But when he looked at the name of the person in charge mentioned in the intelligence report, Roxie couldn't help but frown slightly.

It wasn't that the person Dormammu sent was particularly famous; quite the opposite, in fact, the man had never displayed the slightest talent within the Imperial army. However, as someone who had fought the 'White-Haired Demon General' several times, Roxie knew better than anyone just how troublesome and cunning this veteran of the Empire was.

So, is this unit a decoy?
Or perhaps this rising star of the Empire named John Maslow possesses some unknown ability?

It has to be said that this unexpected feeling is somewhat concerning.

Roxie frowned in thought, and after a long while, she slowly placed the document on the table, then turned to Dillion, who was standing to the side, and asked:

"Has the decoy plan been set up?"

"As you instructed, a decoy device has been set up at the ambush site five kilometers away from the anti-magic device cluster. The 'Iron Wall' special forces of the 3rd Legion will be responsible for this ambush mission. As long as the Empire's Black Hawk special forces enter the designated area, we will be able to annihilate them all thanks to the pre-set speed interference field."

Dillion responded in a deep voice, but when he noticed that his nominal superior's furrowed brows hadn't relaxed after hearing his reply, but instead tightened even more, his heart sank.
"Lieutenant General Roxie, has something gone wrong with the plan?"

"No, Dormammu's reaction was exactly what I expected, and he unsurprisingly fell into the trap this time. However, I am somewhat concerned about the people he sent this time."

Roxie waved his hand, his azure eyes scrutinizing the name on the intelligence report. After a long pause, he finally spoke:

"Dilion, go and arrange for the communications department to remind Lieutenant General Morgan that it would be best to temporarily send an additional, um, two combat units to assist, in case any unexpected changes occur to the plan."

"I will send someone to contact the 3rd Army Corps right now. Also, do you have any other instructions, Lieutenant General Roxie?"

"There really is. Tell the cooks to get me something to eat; I'm a little hungry."

"receive."

"Tap, tap!"

Inside the command post, watching Dillion's hurried departure, Roxie's smile gradually faded.

She rested her chin on her right hand, her blue eyes lowered, and her gaze slowly moved forward from the red chess piece representing her side on the sand table in front of her.

They swept past the isolated, deep-seated enemy, now under attack from three of their own legions, a black piece of the empire that had been struggling for a month.

Until we reached the empty seat at the end of the sand table.

It's as if I can already see a certain eagle-eyed, wolf-like imperial general, after this defeat, being devoured by the foolish nobles of the empire, forced to the guillotine, and beheaded by a guillotine amidst the scorn of the people.

A playful smile crept across her pale, almost sickly face. She then stretched lazily and murmured with a touch of melancholy:
"Now, we've lost another good opponent. It's a bit of a pity."

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(End of this chapter)