"Fucking dead bird! Of all the places you could shit, you had to do it on my head! You'd better hope I don't catch you, or you're in for a world of hurt!" In the jungle, John grumbled as he wiped the bird droppings from his hand onto a tree trunk, then immediately pointed at the branches overhead with his right hand and launched into a furious tirade.
He practically wanted to pull out his gun and shoot every last bird in this damn jungle.
Getting shit dropped on his head had thoroughly disgusted the wise and mighty Warrant Officer John.
Yet when Jett, standing behind him, saw this, he took it as a series of tactical hand signals.
"This means the number of enemy units? More than two, perhaps? And Warrant Officer John deliberately pointed toward the sky, meaning the enemy not only has ground combat capabilities, but also anti-air units?"
"John learned this intelligence, so he sent the Mage Soldiers under his command elsewhere. Is he planning to have us draw fire from the front, creating an opportunity for the Mage Soldiers who haven't been exposed to launch a surprise attack?"
"To come up with such a precise plan in such a short time... John, you truly are a genius!"
Having already "understood" everything, Colonel Jett silently praised him. Yet after learning of John's "plan," he did not feel relieved. Instead, his brow furrowed tightly.
It was not that he thought John's plan was bad. After all, if the troops he had brought this time had been ordinary army units, he could have accepted sacrificing this group of soldiers to create an opening for victory on the battlefield.
But the key was that he had brought the Empire's elite assassination unit this time. Every member had been trained at enormous expense by the Empire; wasting them on the front lines would be far too regrettable.
What was more, following John's earlier warning and Reno's reconnaissance, he had confirmed that the enemy troops in the trenches ahead had set up some unknown magical device in advance.
If they clashed head-on with the enemy before determining the exact effects of that magical device...
Then, having voluntarily exposed their position, they would most likely suffer unprecedented losses. It was even possible that the enemy could eliminate them after only a few exchanges.
After all, while the Allied Forces had not trained the Empire's unique Mage Soldiers, their research into magical technology had reached a level that left the Empire far behind.
Aside from the Anti-Magic Device that gave the Empire the greatest headaches, the magical devices capable of unleashing large-scale debuff magic or producing all kinds of special effects were also extremely difficult for Imperial soldiers to deal with.
"Of course, if there really is no better option, then this is all we can do..."
Colonel Jett gave a bitter smile inwardly, but for some reason, when he saw that figure through his binoculars, an unprecedented sense of anticipation rose in his heart.
Warrant Officer John, if it's you, you'll definitely think of a better way, right?
"Ah-choo! What's going on? Why am I sneezing out of nowhere? Don't tell me that idiot Wendy is cursing me?" John had just wiped off the bird shit when he suddenly sneezed for no reason, even with snot running from his nose, and could not help cursing under his breath.
Feeling the salty taste on his lips, he felt nauseated all over. He quickly blew his nose and wiped the snot onto the nearby tree trunk as well.
Although he found his inexplicable bad luck today rather strange, John assumed it was all just coincidence and did not think much of it.
After simply cleaning the filth off his hands, he stood there and took several deep breaths. Then, baring his teeth in a cheerful grin, he briskly headed toward the trenches ahead.
He had already wasted too much time standing around just to stash away those few pieces of gold.
Now, he needed to hurry to the trenches and welcome his future colleagues.
Otherwise, if that idiot Wendy discovered that all the orders he had given were lies, then he did not need to use his ass to think to know that the furious 14th Squad would definitely execute him on the spot.
But unfortunately for you, the final victory belongs to me, John.
Because this warrant officer was about to successfully switch sides.
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So, you little workhorses should just surrender obediently when you're surrounded by this warrant officer's future colleagues later.
As your commanding officer, this warrant officer would definitely do his best to secure decent treatment for you.
The more John thought about it, the happier he became. His steps quickened, and he even began unconsciously humming a tune.
Looking at the trench drawing closer and closer, as well as the scent of food drifting through the air,
John knew that the freedom he had long awaited was finally about to arrive.
(End of Chapter)
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