I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree
Chapter 82 - Great Victory (3/13)

Upon approaching the main camp and seeing the numerous flags standing in the camp, Martin looked at Waltz in confusion.

“Waltz, didn’t you say there were no reserve units?”

“Indeed, there are none left. These are all the General’s guard units,” Waltz explained helplessly.

“I had originally wanted them to allocate me a little more, but they only gave me five hundred.”

“Didn’t you tell them the enemy’s numbers were at least ten thousand or more?”

“I did! But they wouldn’t listen,” Waltz also complained.

While the two of them were complaining to each other about the military system, on the other side, someone walked over.

“What’s going on? Why are you back so quickly?” The adjutant of Garibaldi, who had been angered away during the day, looked at the returning peasant army and frowned.

“Why are we back so quickly!?” Martin saw the other party and was instantly furious. His tone also became stern.

“Let me ask you, were we supposed to fight to the last man on the front line and exhaust your rations, and only then would you be satisfied?”

“What kind of talk is this?” The adjutant walked up. He naturally recognized Martin, this rising star in the army.

After all, from the beginning of the war until now, Martin had already killed over a hundred enemies.

Such a brave warrior, it was impossible not to promote him. So Garibaldi had given him the position of commander of a thousand-man unit.

Logically speaking, the other party should be fighting on the front line now, but they had returned.

And even if they had returned, why were they so angry when they saw him? This left the adjutant very confused.

Waltz was about to step up and act as a mediator between the two, but he was stopped by Martin.

“Waltz, don’t interrupt. There are some things I need to ask him personally.”

Saying this, Martin looked at the adjutant. This lion-like aura somewhat frightened the adjutant.

“No... This officer, can’t we talk properly? Do you have to talk to me like this?”

“Then I ask you, when the front line was in danger, and I sent someone to request reinforcements, why did you repeatedly delay, and in the end, only sent five hundred people as reinforcement?”

“That was the General’s intention,” the adjutant said this, quickly shifting the blame to the highest commander.

Anyway, no matter how capable Martin was, and even though he was a noble, he couldn’t go against Garibaldi’s wishes.

Because Garibaldi represented Giovanni’s will.

“You always blame others when things happen! Don’t you feel ashamed?!” Waltz on the side could no longer hold back at this moment.

“At that time, General Garibaldi’s intention was for you to take me to choose the personnel, not to give you a quota of five hundred people in advance. Ultimately, these five hundred people were chosen by you. What does it have to do with the General?!”

“This...” The adjutant heard Waltz say this, panicked for a while, and then quickly recovered.

“No, that’s not the issue now. The issue now is, shouldn’t you be fighting on the front line? I also told you then that I would allocate you five hundred people to hold out a little longer. What do you mean by coming back now?”

“What do I mean? The front line simply cannot be held. The enemy numbers far exceed ten thousand, and their equipment is also better than ours. If we were to hold out there, we would be completely wiped out in less than half an hour.”

“But that was an order! To hold out was an order! Even if you all die in battle, you must carry out the order. That is the duty of a soldier!”

At this moment, the adjutant walked past the two of them and looked at the unit behind them. After estimating the approximate number of people with his eyes, the adjutant was so angry that his fingers pointed at the two of them, trembling uncontrollably.

“You... It seems you retreated without putting up any resistance? Just wait. I will report to the General.”

After saying this, the adjutant directly turned around and left angrily.

Martin and Waltz looked at each other, neither of them knowing what to say.

“In any case, at least we won’t be idle now, will we?”

“Mm...” Martin nodded, and first took his subordinates to find a place to set up camp.

...

By evening, the adjutant who had been angered away during the day came here with a few soldiers.

He had completely changed his previous arrogant attitude. Instead, he came to Martin with a smile.

“Um, Sergeant Major Martin, the General requests your presence.”

“Also, about what happened this afternoon, it was my mistake. I apologize to you here,” After saying this, the adjutant lowered his stance to the extreme.

“Hmph,” Martin didn’t give the other party a kind look, but since it was the General’s invitation, Martin still had to go.

Upon entering the military tent where the General was, there was already a stove lit and fine wine and meat laid out. This formed a sharp contrast with the living quarters of the ordinary soldiers outside.

As soon as he walked in, Martin felt a sense of discomfort.

While the soldiers were enduring the severe cold, these wine-loving and meat-eating commanders were here enjoying a life no different from or even more luxurious than peacetime. It was truly perplexing.

At this moment, in the central military tent, besides Martin and Garibaldi, there were a few senior military officers. They were sitting here, not touching the food, seemingly giving Martin a lot of respect.

As soon as Martin entered the military tent, General Garibaldi, who was sitting in the center, immediately broke into a smile.

“Sergeant Major Martin, long time no see. Are you well?”

“...Thanks to the General’s blessing, I am well enough.”

“Come, come, take a seat,” Garibaldi said this, pointing to the last seat, gesturing for Martin to sit down.