"So this was the discipline of the Independent 3rd Division? Seeing it for myself really was something else. This had truly opened my eyes." At Fang City's gates, John, who had arrived with his troops, spotted the soldiers who should have been patrolling inside the city instead of honestly doing their duty.
They were sitting in a pavilion, drinking and chatting.
He could not help falling into thought.
Although John had already realized, when Conrad warned him, that Doran's personal troops would surely be lax in discipline after living comfortably for too long.
He had never imagined the Independent 3rd Division would be this lax.
Especially the two soldiers standing guard at the entrance, both looking utterly listless.
Seeing their vacant expressions, John only needed to use the Magic Eye for a brief analysis to conclude that they had definitely just smoked weed.
Lax discipline, soldiers who were addicts, and a commander with no military sense at all. If a unit like this had any combat effectiveness, that would be a miracle.
No wonder Conrad had hinted that he should not seek reinforcements from the Independent 3rd Division. If the division's troops were all at this level,
then even if they actually dared to provide support, John would not dare leave his back to them.
Who knew whether those idiots, high out of their minds, would start hallucinating and mistake them for enemies before shooting them in the back?
Now he could only hope that the Second Army's other units were not this pathetic.
Just as John silently sighed to himself,
footsteps sounded from ahead. Soon, a thin middle-aged officer wearing a military cap approached with several soldiers and stopped before him.
"Your Excellency must be Major John Maslow, commander of the Third Air Force Army's Magic-Engine Mobile 1st Battalion?