My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"I wanted them to give me more money at first, but they only gave me 500."

"Didn't you tell them that the enemy number was at least over 10,000?"

"I told them! But they didn't listen." Wirtz also complained.

Just as the two people were complaining to each other about the military system, a man came over from the other side.

"What's going on? How come you came back so quickly?" Garibaldi's adjutant frowned as he looked at the returning peasant army.

"How come we came back so quickly?!" Martin was furious when he saw the other party, and his tone became stern.

"Let me ask you, will you be satisfied only if we fight to the last man on the front line and stop consuming your food supplies?"

"What are you talking about?" The adjutant came up. Of course he knew Martin, the rookie in the army.

After all, Martin has killed more than a hundred enemies since the beginning of the war.

Such a brave warrior had to be promoted, so Garibaldi gave him the position of commander of an army of a thousand men.

Logically speaking, the other party

They should have been fighting on the front line, but the enemy actually came back.

It was fine that he had come back, but why was he so angry when he saw me? This made the adjutant very confused.

Just as Wilts was about to step forward and act as a peacemaker to pull the two men apart, he was stopped by Martin.

"Wiltz, don't interrupt me. I have something to ask him personally."

Having said this, Martin looked at the adjutant. The lion-like aura made the adjutant a little scared.

"No... Officer, is there anything we can't talk about peacefully? Why do you have to talk to me like this?"

"Then let me ask you, when the front line was in danger and I sent people to ask for help, why did you keep delaying and only send 500 people to support us?"

"This is what the general meant." The adjutant said this and quickly passed the ball to the supreme commander.

Anyway, no matter how powerful Martin is and how noble he is, he cannot go against Garibaldi's wishes.

Because Garibaldi represents Giovanni's will.

"Whenever you encounter problems, you always blame your boss. Aren't you ashamed?!" Wiltz next to him couldn't bear it any longer.

"At that time, General Garibaldi meant for you to take me to select people, instead of giving you the target of 500 people in advance. After all, these 500 people were selected by you. What does it have to do with the general?!"

"This..." The adjutant was panicked for a moment when he heard what Wirtz said, and then he immediately came to his senses.

"No, that's not the question now. The question now is, shouldn't you be fighting on the front line? I told you at the time that I would allocate 500 people to you and asked you to hold on for a while longer. So what do you mean by coming back now?"

"What do you mean? The front line is impossible to defend. The enemy numbers far exceed 10,000 and their equipment is better than ours. If we are trapped there, we won't be able to hold out for even half an hour before we are wiped out."

"But that was an order! It was an order for you to hold on! Even if you all die in battle, you must follow the order. This is the duty of a soldier!"

At this time, the adjutant looked past the two men and saw the troops behind them. After measuring the approximate number of people with his eyes, the adjutant was so angry that his fingers were shaking as he pointed at the two men.

"You...seem to have withdrawn without any resistance? Wait, I will report to the general."

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

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

"Anyway, at least we won't be idle now, right?"

"Hmm..." Martin nodded and took his men to find a place to set up camp.

……

At night, the adjutant who had been driven away in anger during the day came here with a few soldiers.

He changed his previous arrogant attitude and came to Martin with a smile.

"Um, Chief Martin, the general wants to see you."

"Also, what happened today was my fault. I apologize to you here." After saying this, the adjutant lowered his attitude to the lowest level.

"Hmph." Martin didn't give the other party a good look, but after all, it was the general's invitation, so Martin still had to go.

When they arrived at the general's military tent, they saw that a stove had been lit and fine wine and meat were laid out, which formed a sharp contrast with the living quarters of ordinary soldiers outside.

As soon as he walked in here, Martin felt uncomfortable.

The soldiers are clearly wearing freezing cold clothes, but these good-for-nothing commanders are enjoying a life no different from usual, or even more luxurious. It is really puzzling.

At this moment, in the central military tent, in addition to Martin and Garibaldi, there were several senior officers. They sat here without touching their meals, seemingly giving Martin enough face.

As soon as Martin entered the military tent, General Garibaldi, who was sitting in the center, immediately smiled.

"Sergeant Martin, long time no see, how are you?"

"…Thanks to the general, it's OK."

"Come on, take a seat." Garibaldi said, pointing to the last seat and motioning Martin to sit down.

Martin didn't refuse and sat down in his seat.

Afterwards, a lot of food and drinks were placed in front of him.

"I don't need it." Martin said, shaking his head. "These things are expensive. Instead of spending the money on them, it would be better to buy the soldiers some more warm clothes and more food."

"Well, our Sergeant Martin loves his soldiers like his own sons." At this time, a senior officer sitting next to him laughed and teased.

Road.

"This is not loving the soldiers like one's own sons. I think this should be the most basic way to control the soldiers. If the gap between the commander and the soldiers is too big, it will only make the soldiers lose their loyalty."

"Okay, today's meal was bought with my own money. Is that satisfactory to Sergeant Martin?" Garibaldi said, picking up a piece of meat and putting it into his mouth.

"Come on, everyone, let's eat."

As Garibaldi finished his words, others began to eat and drink.

Only Martin was still sitting there, looking at the table of delicious food and wine in front of him, without moving an inch.

"Sergeant Martin, why aren't you eating?" Garibaldi had already finished half of the dish when he saw Martin sitting there motionless, and asked curiously.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why the general asked me to come here today."

"Oh, you're talking about this." Garibaldi smiled when he heard this.

"Because of my mistake today, you, Master Sergeant Martin, were put in danger. Fortunately, you were resourceful and calm in the face of danger. You withdrew all the troops in time, which ensured the vitality of our army. Is this a good reason?"

"If that's the reason, forget it." Martin said, shaking his head. "After all, the army's escape was not due to me."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Garibaldi said this, narrowing his eyes.

The reason why he pulled Martin into this place that was not for a low-ranking officer like him was not only because he felt a little guilty about what happened this afternoon and wanted to ease the relationship, but more importantly, he valued Martin's background.

Martin's family was a noble family in Florence. It would not be a big deal if he died on the battlefield, but if what happened in the army was revealed, and his family used it to put pressure on him, it would still disgust Garibaldi.

But now Martin has challenged Garibaldi's bottom line again and again. Even if Garibaldi knows that Martin's family is aristocratic, he can't speak to him in a gentle way.

I respect you and I should be courteous to you as a general, but you must also give me enough respect.

Martin obviously didn't want to show much respect to Garibaldi.

Martin looked at Garibaldi, and remembered that he had told Wirtz this afternoon that the duel must not be told to anyone, so he shook his head.

"Nothing, I just don't think my contribution is that great. As a commander, at least half of the credit on the battlefield goes to my soldiers. They executed well during the retreat and did not disintegrate, which left the enemy no chance to pursue."

"That's true." Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Garibaldi stated his other purpose.

"By the way, Chief Martin, there is another reason why I called you here this time. Why don't you guess?"

"I'm sorry I don't know..."

"Well, if you don't want to guess, I'll just tell you directly." Garibaldi called his adjutant, took out a letter of commission from behind him, and then asked the adjutant to hand it to Martin.

"This is a recognition for you. From today on, you are no longer the commander of that army. Your talent deserves to blossom on a higher stage."

Martin looked at the promotion letter, which stated his promoted position.

He was promoted from sergeant major to sergeant major, and the troops he commanded increased from one thousand to five thousand.

It can be said that this is a promotion for myself.

Martin looked at Garibaldi in confusion.

I suffered a defeat today, and when I came back I had a big quarrel with Garibaldi's trusted adjutant. I thought today's dinner would be a Hongmen Banquet, but it turned out to be a celebration banquet?

What on earth is Garibaldi doing?

"Sergeant Major Martin... No, I should call you Sergeant Major Martin now. Stop looking at us with such strange eyes. Although the army values ​​seniority, it values ​​ability even more. Your ability is obvious to all. If it were someone else today, this army would definitely not have been able to escape unscathed. That's why I chose to promote you from so many reserve lists." Garibaldi wiped his mouth, stood up, and came to Martin.

He patted Martin's shoulder with his broad and powerful hand, and then said: "From now on, I hope we can work together without distinction."

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance, sir."

"However, there is a condition for your promotion this time." Garibaldi whispered.

"Conditions?" Martin looked at Garibaldi puzzledly.

This promotion should be a unilateral reward, so why does it sound like it has turned into a negotiation this time?

Moreover, the status of the two are not equal. Is there anything I have that Garibaldi needs?

"The conditions are very simple. I plan to transfer the troops you are currently commanding to someone else's platoon. The troops you will command next will be better equipped and better trained."

"This may be a challenge for you to get out of your comfort zone. What do you think? If you think your unit is better, I can certainly not let you get promoted."

"This..." Martin was stunned when he heard this.

I didn't expect Garibaldi's condition to be this, but generally speaking, there is a precedent for commanders not commanding their original troops after being promoted.

This is because the commander may protect his former troops and give special treatment to them among several other troops.

"If you are worried, General Garibaldi, that I will give you special treatment in the new unit, you can rest assured that I swear I will never do that..."

"No, no, no, I'm not worried about that. The main thing is that you need a stronger army. That army is made up of farmers and citizens. They haven't received much training..."

"In that case... well then." Martin nodded. "Then I will obey your orders. Thank you for your promotion and training, General. I will work harder next time."

"Okay, that's right." Garibaldi said this and pulled his adjutant over from the side.

"I heard that you two had a quarrel today? Come on, we are all colleagues from now on. In this critical moment, we should work together and eliminate the grudges."

"Sergeant Martin, I'm sorry. My mistake almost hurt you this afternoon. I apologize. Any compensation you can give me will be great." The adjutant said this, lowered his head, and extended his hand to Martin in the most humbly, as if begging for his forgiveness.

"Yeah." Martin nodded after hearing this, then stretched out his hand and shook hands with the adjutant.

"In this way, the two of you can reconcile and our army will be more cohesive." Garibaldi said this and laughed loudly.

Martin also smiled, and the food on the table in front of him didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.

"Okay, let's have a drink together!" Garibaldi returned to his dining table, took out his glass and raised it up.

"Cheers!" Everyone filled their glasses with wine, then raised them up and clinked them together.

After eating and drinking, Martin walked out of the tent.

He was still a little drunk, and became a little more sober in the snow and wind, but still groggy.

On the other side, in the military tent, Garibaldi spat softly when he saw Martin finally walk out.

"Bah, if his father wasn't a noble, he wouldn't have the chance to be promoted." Then he looked at the adjutant beside him.

"Adjutant, I've made it hard for you. You played this drama with me, and you were wronged. You had to humble yourself to such a fool."

"It's okay, as long as I can help the general."

"Yes." Garibaldi nodded with satisfaction. "Next, we will try those people, right?"

"That's right. There must be a reason why they were able to withdraw from the front line unscathed. Maybe they have collaborated with the enemy, or there are enemy spies among them. In any case, we must investigate thoroughly."

"Then, Adjutant, who do you suggest we start with?"

"That guy named Wertz, I think he is very suspicious. This afternoon, he not only scolded me, but also brought you, General, along. He was so disrespectful to us. He must be a spy sent by the enemy."

"What!? You dare to scold me?" Garibaldi immediately became angry when he heard his adjutant say that.

"Catch him first and put him in a cell. At this moment, we must not allow enemy spies to sneak into the army. That unit should also quickly set up a separate barracks to prevent them from sneaking into other units. If necessary, we can kill all of them. After all, there is no point in keeping a thousand mouths to feed."

"As ordered!"