John the Warrant Officer Possessed World-Shaking Wisdom!

John the Warrant Officer Possessed World-Shaking Wisdom!

"Speaking of which, Captain John, what exactly is our mission this time?"

In the river valley southeast of the Walden Front, Wendy, flying behind John, could not help asking. Her gaze swept over the steep cliffs around them as she subconsciously tightened her grip on her magic rifle.

Though she had not checked the map, Wendy's veteran instincts told her that Squad 14 seemed to have already left the area occupied by the main force.

And perhaps it was only an illusion, but Wendy kept feeling a chill down her back.

It was as though countless figures were silently watching her every move from places she could not see.

At that thought, anxiety rose in Wendy's heart. Looking at the captain ahead, who flew along at a leisurely first-gear speed as if he were on a spring outing, she could not help urging him on.

"Also, Captain John, won't flying this slowly affect the mission?"

"Sergeant Wendy, as a soldier, you are speaking rather too much."

John, who was channeling magic power into his magic pack and barely maintaining its Level 1 assisted flight mode through the physical memories of this body, immediately rebuked her with a blank expression.

Nonsense. Of course he wanted to fly faster!

But the problem was that, as a pilot taking off for the first time, he was already using every ounce of strength he had just to keep himself steady.

If he went any faster, he feared he would crash on the spot.

Come to think of it, the researchers in the Imperial Military Academy's magic department were all idiots too.

They had clearly designed a magic pack for assisted flight, so why could they not make it smarter? Would it kill them to add an automatic flight mechanism?

This foot-operated gear system, where both legs had to control speed and angle, was simply a pile of dog shit!

If he had not had experience riding a self-balancing scooter in his previous life, he probably would have fallen flat on his face during takeoff!

What a bullshit design. It was complete garbage!

John cursed endlessly in his heart, but sensing Wendy's aggrieved yet suspicious gaze beside him, he understood that he had to give her a reason convincing enough.

Otherwise, before he even reached the site where intelligence suggested the Allied anti-magic device had been deployed and completed his job-hopping negotiations with the Allied higher-ups—

The thirty soldiers under his command would begin to suspect him.

So, after sorting through the mission intelligence in his mind, inspiration suddenly struck John. He immediately explained to Wendy, who was sulking beside him.

"This time, we are carrying out a covert infiltration operation. We need to conceal our tracks as much as possible. Flying at full speed may shorten the operation, but it will also make the Allies wary because of the magic fluctuations. Therefore, full-speed flight will only cause the mission to fail."

"As for the next stage of the operation, I will explain it in detail after we reach the target location. Sergeant Wendy, do you have any further questions regarding my orders?"

"No, Captain."

Upon hearing that, Wendy suddenly understood and hurriedly nodded to show that she got it.

At the same time, her gaze toward John gained a trace of embarrassment.

After all, soldiers only needed to operate their guns and kill targets, while commanders had far more matters to consider.

Especially a top student like John, who had come from the Imperial Military Academy and possessed exceptional wisdom.

It was only natural that he would disdain explaining mission arrangements to a magic soldier like her, someone who only knew how to fight.

Yet Warrant Officer John had still spent his precious thinking time to explain the broad outline of this mission to her.

Warrant Officer John must have done so because he appreciated her.

Although the captain looked like the sort of person who kept everyone at arm's length, was he actually unexpectedly gentle?

As expected of a top student sent by the academy. Wendy, you must learn properly from the captain!

Wendy gazed at John with admiration, growing ever more respectful of this intelligent and "gentle" superior.

Why is this idiot staring at me? Could she have guessed that I want to switch sides?

Feeling Wendy's "cold" gaze, John's limbs went icy and panic rose in his heart. But after carefully reviewing what he had said and finding no flaw in it, John still stiffened himself and lifted a hand toward Wendy, signaling for her to move aside.

Only after seeing that she no longer flew alongside him, but obediently opened up a body-length of distance in accordance with his order, did he finally let out a breath of relief.

Yet feeling her gaze like needles pricking his back, John understood that he had to alter his grand plan of switching sides!

After all, judging from Wendy's nearly fanatical "loyalty" to the Empire just now, the possibility of persuading her to switch sides with him and join the Allies was practically zero.

"So I cannot let the members of Squad 14 meet the Allied higher-ups. At the very least, they had better not meet before I finish discussing the terms of my defection with our 'friendly forces.'"

Otherwise, the harmonious job-hopping scene he envisioned would definitely turn into a bloody battle.

"I cannot let the two sides meet, but I still need to make contact with the Allied higher-ups. Tch..."

John furrowed his brow as the scene of Dormammu speaking with him in the command post before their departure kept surfacing in his mind.

In fact, while explaining the mission details, Dormammu had also given him a precise coordinate where the Allies had supposedly deployed an Anti-Magic Device.

According to Dormammu, the reconnaissance department had derived this coordinate from nearly a month of anti-magic particle data gathered during the Walden campaign, combined it with other coordinates obtained by interrogating the captain of the Allied squad from last night, and then had the head of reconnaissance conduct multiple rounds of overnight screening and assessment using a magic amplification instrument before arriving at this final coordinate.

And this coordinate was precisely John's ultimate destination on this mission.

As a player, John was naturally extremely familiar with the strength of the Empire's magic detection methods and the terrifying degree of unique analytical ability required of commanders.

Therefore, he did not doubt that the coordinate was fake.

Rather, it was precisely because he knew this coordinate might be the exact location of the Allied Anti-Magic Device that he felt so panicked.

After all, if he really brought Wendy and the others to the location of the Allied front's core weapon, then even thinking with his ass, John knew that the Allies' first reaction upon seeing them would definitely be that the Empire had sent troops to attack.

When that happened, his plan to leave the Empire and join the Allies would naturally collapse completely.

And that was a result he absolutely did not want to see.

Damn it, John Maslow, use that clever head of yours and think of something!

"...Got it!"

As John's impoverished brain spun at high speed, a devious idea swiftly formed in his mind.

All he had to do was find some excuse to send Wendy and the other idiots somewhere else.

Then he could go alone to the Allied headquarters and discuss his defection with them. Once he had settled the treatment and conditions for switching sides with the friendly forces, he could bring Allied soldiers and the Anti-Magic Device to block Wendy and the others' retreat, then talk them into surrendering obediently.

That way, he could keep those pitiful little workhorses like Wendy from losing their lives, while also earning the appreciation of his new leaders. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Genius. Anyone capable of thinking up this plan is simply a genius!"

The more John considered it, the more feasible the plan seemed, and he could not help marveling inwardly at his world-shaking wisdom.

His previously tense expression relaxed into a smile of relief at his exquisite plan, and excitement began bubbling up in his heart.

This time, he had everything under control. He simply did not know how he could possibly lose!

"Come, my dear Allied friends. Let us sit down and have a frank, proper talk, heh heh!"

John chuckled inwardly. As he looked toward the distant exit of the river valley, his eyes brimmed with anticipation.

Meanwhile, outside the river valley, within a temporary command post on the outskirts of the Allies' Fifth Battle Group, a figure carrying documents slowly pulled open the command tent flap and stepped inside.

(End of Chapter)