I only wanted to retire, but I ended up becoming an extremely popular character.

"Although I would very much like to join your 'Imperial Blade' legion, please allow me to decline your invitation."

Zod began to fabricate his reasons with genuine emotion: "I cannot abandon the men who have always followed me, my superior, Lieutenant Wesley, has looked after me like an elder, the troops in Hessen are my home, and I do not want to leave here."

It's all about emotion, without a trace of skill or acting.

When Zod offered such a reason, Xavier couldn't very well come after him again, could he?

The reasons for not wanting to leave their old unit, and not wanting to abandon their old subordinates and superiors, are perfectly valid.

The elite troops are not short of people; one more or one less makes no difference.

"Stupid!" Colonel Xavier slammed his fist on the table, shouting hysterically.

"Is Blacksend Town the only place in the Empire? Even if you become an Imperial general, will you still be confined to such a small place? What happened to your Imperial soldier's honor? What happened to your unwavering determination to fight for the Empire's interests?"

Since he became the commander of the "Imperial Blade" legion, countless Imperial soldiers have tried to join his legion through various connections but have had no chance.

Joining his "Imperial Blade" legion is practically equivalent to entering a fast track to promotion.

Today, some idiot actually refused his invitation, and right in front of Xavier.

If Zod hadn't saved his two wives, he wouldn't have personally come and swallowed his pride to invite an unknown lieutenant into his unit!

Xavier was furious with this simpleton.

Where does this leave Xavier's face?

Even if it was just to save face, he couldn't let Zod refuse his invitation.

Zod replied calmly, "Colonel Xavier, whether in the Elite Regiment or stationed in Hessen, we are both safeguarding the interests of the Empire. It's just a difference in the division of labor, not in essence. I can do many things that benefit the Empire in Hessen as well."

Zod's words made Xavier's eyelids twitch with anger; he couldn't say that Zod's reasoning was unreasonable.

But he just couldn't accept Zod's absurd reason for refusing him.

At this moment, Lieutenant Wesley, sensing the tense atmosphere, stepped forward: "Lieutenant Zod, you are right, but you should be in the place where the Empire needs you most right now, rather than staying in a corner. What the Empire needs most right now is to win this war."

Even Wesley, Zod's superior, isn't speaking up for him. It looks like he's in big danger this time!

Wesley! You've really ruined my life!

Worst of all, Lieutenant Wesley believed it was for Zod's own good.

Just then, following Lieutenant Wesley's words, Xavier added insult to injury: "Lieutenant Zod, at this point, you're not scared, are you? Scared of going to the battlefield?"

Xavier is determined to regain his dignity this time.

If Zod admits that he is a coward and a coward, he wouldn't mind letting Zod go.

But no one dared to say that; if they did, they would basically be unable to stay in the military.

At this point in the game, Zod is in a completely disadvantageous position.

Zod desperately wanted to reply, "You guessed right, I'm just afraid of dying!"

However, the current situation certainly does not allow him to say that.

But Zod wasn't a child; he wasn't the type to get easily provoked by someone calling him a coward.

He simply replied, "Colonel Xavier, I will not be angered by your words. Whether I am a coward or not, time will tell."

By the time time will prove it, he should have already fled the empire.

"Very well, since that's the case, it's decided then. From this day forward, you are a member of my 'Imperial Blade' Legion. As for the transfer order, I will have someone issue it later."

Colonel Xavier exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled with satisfaction.

He was never the one being rejected; he was always the one rejecting others.

The more Zod resisted joining his army, the more Xavier wanted to recruit him.

Now Zod understood that since two officers of higher rank had spoken, he had no right to refuse.

However, Zod had one more condition: he had to get Xavier's agreement: "Wait!"

"What? You want to back out?" Xavier's expression changed.

I never agreed, so how could I go back on my word? This old man is really speechless.

Zod added, "I want to bring one of my men with me. If you don't agree, I won't go to the Imperial Blades."

If Xavier doesn't agree, then Zod will have a good reason not to go.

"Just one?"

"Just one!" After all, Zod didn't want to drag too many people into the same fire pit as him.

"Who?"

"My subordinate, Sergeant Cassius."

When you go to a new unit, it's best to have a few trustworthy confidants so that you don't end up in a new unit where you can't find anyone you can trust to do anything.

It might feel a little unfair to Cassius, but Cassius has never been one to seek fame and fortune, and this is a perfect opportunity for him.

"No problem," Xavier readily agreed.

He paused for a moment and then said, "But let me make this clear from the start: whether it's you or that sergeant major Kass, if you can't meet the standards of my 'Imperial Blade' Legion and drag my soldiers down, you'll be doomed."

"Don't blame me for sending you back to your original units."

"Even if it's you, I won't show you any mercy."

Xavier's expression was solemn, showing no sign of joking.

He had already made an exception and allowed Zod and Cassius to join his army for the sake of his family.

If Zod and Cassius do not cherish this hard-won opportunity, he cannot allow them to continue to stay in the "Imperial Blade" legion, both for his own sake and for public reasons.

This was Xavier's final bottom line.

However, it was Xavier's last words that gave Zod a glimmer of hope. He was secretly delighted: "What a great thing! If I don't do well, I can be sent back to my original unit."

That Zod would have to botch the mission no matter what.

Of course, Zod's attitude was naturally evident: "I will certainly not let Colonel Xavier and Lieutenant Wesley down."

Xavier looked at the spirited Zod and nodded in satisfaction. He only hoped that he hadn't misjudged the young man in front of him.

Zod glanced at Lieutenant Wesley.

All I saw was Lieutenant Wesley winking at Zod and secretly giving him a thumbs-up with his arm hanging down.

Zod was so angry he wanted to curse: "You don't actually think I want to go to that damn elite regiment, do you?!"

If it weren't for Wesley, Zod wouldn't have gone through all that trouble and schemes to be transferred back to his original unit.

"Lieutenant Zod, I have an important mission for you to carry out."

Considering that transferring Zod, who has not achieved much in battle, to the "Imperial Blade" Legion might cause resentment among many soldiers.

Xavier deliberately chose a relatively difficult task and intended to assign it to Zod.

This mission requires someone who is blindly devoted to the interests and glory of the empire, and there is such a suitable candidate right in front of us.

Zod felt both fear and joy upon hearing that he had another important mission.

What's frightening is that important missions often mean great difficulty and a high risk of death.

The good news is that if he messes up this mission, it means he can immediately return to his long-desired old unit.

Once deemed unqualified by the elite corps, no frontline corps would dare to invite them.

He can now retire in peace.

Upon realizing this, Zod froze for a moment: "What important mission is it?"