"Sometimes it's wise to choose to make a deal with the devil, after all, sometimes the devil in your eyes is God's existence."

—The Autobiography of Terry, Vol. 6

Looking at the firmness on Terry's immature face, Major General Oprah certainly knew why, smiled bitterly, and did not continue to tempt Terry, but changed his methods.

"Son, you're a good soldier in the Empire, but are you sure that the emperor you're loyal to is really a good emperor?"

Major General Oprah's words exploded in Terry's mind like a thunderbolt.

Although the Empire's brainwashing education was a success, the mediocrity of Sconf II was not so easy to hide.

Especially after Terry joined the army, the veterans' private discussions after tea and dinner made Terry no longer as naïve as he was in middle school.

"Shut up! My allegiance is to the Empire. ”

Although Terry's words were still decisive, he looked so powerless in the face of Major General Oprah's sneer.

"Okay, kid, you don't have to be angry, but even if you don't let me go, then if you help me recover my mobility, it will be convenient for you to take me back to receive the reward, do you say?"

Looking at Major General Oprah's sincere eyes, Terry was a little convinced.

"But...... But I don't know how to treat it! ”

"Kid, you are indeed a good person, don't worry, I'm Opral." Hearing Terry's words, Oprah was also relieved.

"Child, I have a bottle of medicine in my jacket pocket that can relieve the paralysis caused by the miasma!"

Hearing Opral's words, Terry pulled out a silver box from his pocket.

"Kid, I don't know why you're not affected by the miasma, but it's really not a good place to stay for long."

The white pills in the box did work, and Major General Oprah quickly regained his mobility.

Trery's muzzle never left Major General Oprah's forehead, but Major General Oprah ignored the black muzzle and reminded Terry calmly anyway.

"Haha, a big fish, Major General!"

Just as the two of them were about to leave, two figures in khaki military uniforms suddenly appeared in the woods on the side.

"Boy, it's none of your business here, you go inside and scout. This captive will be handed over to us. ”

One of the two, a stubble-faced private, stepped forward and violently kicked Terry aside.

"What do you two mean? This is my captive. Of course, these two soldiers, Terry, knew that they were the soldiers of the other two seventh platoons who were on a mission together.

"What yours and mine! From now on, it's ours, you rookie egg, if you dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will collapse you now! ”

Seeing that Terry dared to speak back, the senior soldier's face turned dark, and he directly aimed the rifle in his hand at Terry's head, and said viciously.

"You ......"

The cold muzzle on his head calmed down Terry, who was indignant, although he was very unwilling in his heart, but he was also helpless.

"Son, you now understand why I said that to you like that! Let's go, kid, no one knows what will happen before the matter is over, may God bless you, good people will be rewarded in the end. ”

Such infighting between the Imperial soldiers did not seem to be unexpected by Major General Oprah, and he looked at the two vicious soldiers coldly, and then turned his head and said to Terry, his tone was still so flat, but there was a strange look in his eyes when he looked at Terry.

"Old boy. What is TMD doing with so much nonsense? Hurry up and let me go, or I'll kill you directly. ”

Another pockmarked private pressed his gun directly to Oprah's chest and urged impatiently.

"Kid, we'll meet again, don't worry."

Oprah ignored the private's threat, patted the dust on his chest, and said meaningfully to Terry.

Looking at the three distant figures, Terry, who was full of unwillingness in his heart, could only smile wryly and prepare to turn around and leave.

But the moment he turned around, he suddenly found a fresh blood stain on the ground.

The trail of blood stretched from where he had fainted to the nearby grass.

As Terry brushed the blood through the grass, he saw a giant white wolf lying upright in the hollow not far away.

"I didn't expect him to save me."

Seeing the fallen giant wolf, and then thinking of the Miller rifle beside Major General Oprah, a cold sweat slid down Terry's forehead.

The gunshot that woke up Terry turned out to be fired by Major General Opral in order to save himself from the mouth of the giant wolf, although I don't know why Oprah did this, but Terry's heart is still full of gratitude at this moment.

"I didn't expect that I actually captured my own savior!"

Although he knew very well that the two sides were hostile, at this moment Terry had an urge to reflexively go back and save Oprah.

Of course, Terry just thinks about it, after all, whether he can save Oplar is one thing, and the consequences of rebelling against the empire are not something Terry can bear.

The rest of the journey went smoothly, perhaps because it was almost noon, the miasma that permeated the jungle had gradually dissipated, and Terry did not encounter any danger in the valley again, except for the sporadic discovery of some rebel soldiers who had fallen on the side of the road, Terry did not encounter a single living person.

Two hours later, Terry's mission was complete, and he returned to the station the way he came.

But before Terry could return to his garrison at the mouth of the valley, he was surrounded by a platoon of heavily armed gendarmes.

"I'm Terry, a soldier in the 7th Squadron of the 9th Wing, and I'm ready to report back to the camp after completing my mission."

Seeing a few gendarmes surrounding him, thinking that the other party had misunderstood, Terry quickly reported his number and showed his military badge.

"That's right, Private Terry, we've been looking for you for over an hour."

The leading gendarmerie captain came to Terry with an expressionless face, pulled down the military badge on Terry's neck, and motioned for his subordinates to disarm Terry, and then sneered and said to Terry.

"Ahh What the hell is going on! ”

Knowing that the other party was coming for him, Terry, who was confused, asked with a pale face.

"If you have anything to say, please say it to the military judge, we are just acting on orders, and we hope you will cooperate."

The captain of the gendarmerie still said a word, and then motioned for his men to escort Terry, who had cut his hands back, back to the barracks.

A large grass-green tent with two military policemen standing solemnly at the door.

A plaque with a white background was hung on the side of the curtain, and the three words "Military Judge Advocate General" on it were in blood-red letters, which looked particularly shy.

"Report!"

The captain of the gendarmerie shouted a report through the curtain.

"Come in!"

Hearing the report, a gloomy voice came from inside the tent.

As Terry adjusted to the dim environment of the tent, he saw a bespectacled captain sitting in the middle of the tent.

And in front of him, there was another acquaintance, although this person was now covered with a thick bandage on his head, but the pockmarked face was the same private who snatched Major General Oprah from Terry.

"The military judge is this person, he is the one who communicated with the rebels and robbed the rebel major general."

Before Terry could understand what was going on, the private pointed at Terry's agitated accusation.