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

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!"

……

In the past few days, Martin's life can be said to be going smoothly. After taking office, although his previous companions are gone, his subordinates, from soldiers to officers, respect him very much. They know that he has won real military merits on the front line, and it is people like him who are most admired in the army.

However, after losing his friend, Martin always felt that something was wrong.

Every area in the camp is interconnected. Although I have just taken office and have been busy with my own affairs these days, I have never seen my friends come here to visit me.

Could it be that the new officer who was in charge of taking over their management was actually very strict and had been training them all the time, so they had no time to visit him?

But Martin did miss Wirtz and the others a little. Having finished his work for the day, Martin headed towards the camp where he once commanded the troops.

I chose the location for this camp myself, so of course I know where it is.

However, I don’t know if it is a coincidence or not, but the current camp of my army is exactly diagonally opposite to my previous camp, which is the farthest distance.

Two hours had passed when Martin walked to the outskirts of the camp. Only then did he discover that a fist-sized wall had been reinforced outside the camp at some point, and there were many soldiers guarding every corner of the wall.

What happened here?

Thinking this, Martin hurried to the entrance of the camp.

Sure enough, the soldiers guarding the gate had been replaced by others. When they saw Martin coming, they hurried over.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a military secret area now, outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"What important military location? Wasn't this a peasant army base before? How come it suddenly became like this?" Martin looked at the other party and asked.

"I'm sorry, we don't know either. When we were transferred here to guard it, this place had already become like this. As for the peasant army you mentioned, we don't know. I heard that this place is now used for special training. As for the content, we don't know either."

"...I see. Then where did the peasant army move to? Do you know?"

"Sorry..." The soldier looked apologetic.

"Okay." Martin nodded. "By the way, can I really not go in?"

"Well, this place is under the personal order of General Garibaldi. The confidentiality level is very high. Only with the permission of the general's adjutant and the general himself can one enter."

Hearing this, Martin began to feel something was wrong. After thanking the army, Martin hurried to the central military tent.

"General." When Martin arrived at the central military tent, Garibaldi was sitting in the warm tent, warming himself by the fire and drinking hot tea. When he saw Martin coming, he looked at him in confusion.

"What happened, Sergeant Martin?"

"Today I visited the camp of the army I used to lead, but found that it was surrounded by a wall, and the guards would not allow anyone to enter. I would like to ask what happened there?"

"Oh, you are talking about this matter. It just so happens that I also have something to ask you, Sergeant Martin." Garibaldi said this, put down the teacup in his hand, sat up straight and looked at Martin.

"General Martin, a soldier in the unit you led before reported to us that when you were retreating that day, you talked with the enemy commander for a long time, then pretended to fight for a while, and then you were defeated and retreated with the troops. Is this true?" Garibaldi's tone was very serious, completely different from the look he had at dinner before.

It seems that the seriousness of the matter has forced Garibaldi to take it seriously.

"...This..." Martin was silent for a long time after being interrupted by Garibaldi's question. Then he said, "I'm sorry, General Garibaldi, this was not my intention, but there was really no other way. If I didn't fight the enemy commander at that time, they would attack and our troops would be wiped out... I don't want to bear so many lives, and I think it would be more meaningful for everyone to retreat back here..."

"How dare you! Martin, although you were not a soldier before, you are now a sergeant major! Are soldiers afraid of taking responsibility for human lives? Then why do you want to be a soldier?!" When Garibaldi heard Martin's admission, he suddenly jumped up and smashed the teacup in front of Martin.

"I thought you used some means to delay the enemy's attack, but it turns out you made a deal with the enemy? Okay, then tell me, what kind of deal did you make with the enemy?"

"I didn't make any deal with the enemy..." Martin closed his eyes and recalled Litt that day.

"He just told me that if I beat him in a one-on-one fight, they would withdraw their troops and not launch any more attacks within three days, but if he beat me, it would be our turn to withdraw. I lost to him in the end, that's it."

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"No, he is really amazing."

"Tell me about his characteristics."

"She has long black hair and purple eyes. Her face looks quite childish, probably around 18 or 19 years old."

"..." After hearing this description, Garibaldi knew without a second thought who Martin was facing.

"The enemy's vanguard commander is Lit Stranik, the future Duke of Antica," Garibaldi said. "The man you are fighting is called this, and according to the latest intelligence, his strength is less than level five."

"Even if he has made some progress during this period and reached the fifth level, do you think you can't beat him with your strength that has already reached the sixth level? Are you kidding me?"

In fact, based on the description of the soldier who informed on him, Garibaldi already knew that the person fighting against Martin was Litt. Now he asked again just to confirm whether Martin himself was lying.

It seems that Martin did not lie, but why didn't he beat him? Could it be that he wanted to tell himself that he was not beating Lit, but someone else pretending to be Lit? Or did Lit make rapid progress in recent times and has reached the sixth level, and can easily beat Martin who is also at the sixth level?

What a joke!

"Although you may not believe it, the opponent is really stronger than me. Not only is he an excellent fighter, but his magic skills are also quite good. I have no experience fighting against such an opponent, so I lost. If I am given another chance, I still cannot beat him, but I should not lose so quickly."

"I see." Garibaldi nodded. "In that case, tell me what deal you made with Lit."

"not at all……"

"Still quibbling!" Garibaldi said this, and pushed Martin angrily, pushing him back several steps.

"As a commander, I know the enemy commander better than you do. There is no way you, a level six commander, can be easily defeated by him. Absolutely not!"

"Moreover, you even attempted to return to the previous camp. Why? Do you want to contact your group of soldiers and start an uprising here?"

Garibaldi walked up to Martin again and took off his epaulettes.

"You are no longer fit to be a sergeant major. From today on, your position is cancelled and you will be subject to investigation. Until the results of the investigation come out, you cannot go to the battlefield again. I don't feel comfortable handing my troops over to someone like you to command."

Having said this, Garibaldi called the guards and took Martin away.

Martin was carried by the soldiers into a military tent for solitary confinement. Until just now, Martin's mind was in a daze.

He didn't know why he was dismissed from his position, nor did he know why he was being investigated.

I didn't do anything wrong, so why was I arrested?

At this moment, Martin suddenly thought of the night he came back and Garibaldi invited him to dinner.

When thinking about things like promotion, transfer, and blockade of the camp, a conspiracy instantly came together.

So they wanted to transfer me away so that they could investigate their own troops?

Yes, this is the only possibility!

When he thought of this possibility, Martin was suddenly filled with hatred for those two people.

We have no grudges against each other, but you want to kill me. You are such a cruel person.

Martin sat in the confinement cell for the entire afternoon.

It wasn't until night fell that the person in charge of delivering meals came.

The person who delivered the meal this time was someone Martin knew.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. What's wrong with you, Sergeant Martin?" The adjutant said this and walked in with a lunch box. "Here, this is your favorite meal, Sergeant Martin."

Having said this, the adjutant directly turned the lunch box over, and two dry and hard black breads rolled out of the lunch box.

"You love your soldiers like your own sons, so you eat whatever they eat. Come, you can eat now."

The adjutant looked at Martin arrogantly, unlike his previous friendly attitude.

Martin frowned at the adjutant.

"So you were just acting before? Including making peace with me?"

"Well, that's true!" the adjutant said, nodding his head. "Your pig brain has finally come to its senses. It's true that no one likes you. After shaking hands with you that day, I went back and washed my hands ten times. I was afraid that your stupidity would infect me, you know?!"

The adjutant said this in a vicious tone, and then crushed the black bread.

"Come on, you are lucky to have bread to eat. Many soldiers on the battlefield can only eat this kind of dirty and smelly food."

Faced with the adjutant's provocation, Martin remained indifferent.

It seemed that the adjutant also felt that this was boring, so he looked at Martin again.

"Okay, I have another purpose for coming here this time. As long as you give up all the people you know who are collaborating with the enemy and tell us what conditions you have negotiated with them, we can reinstate you."

"There is no such thing. I've said it many times. If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do." Martin shook his head.

"Hehe, you are indeed a noble young man, you are so impressive. I wonder if you will still feel the same way after seeing the next person."

The adjutant said this and waved his hand. Two soldiers outside the door immediately came in carrying a person.

Martin's eyes widened when he saw the man coming in.

The person carried in by the soldiers was Martin's good friend Wirtz. At this moment, his face was covered with bruises and a deep scar was left by the branding iron.

Martin could hardly recognize Wertz in front of him.

"Look, this is your companion. He was very resistant during the interrogation and even cursed us. We had no choice but to use some tricks. If you want to be like this, then continue to keep silent. Anyway, you are collaborating with the enemy, even if he is a noble. If we do this, your family will not be able to say anything."

"Martin...Ding...go away, these beasts..." Wirtz opened his swollen eyes, saw Martin, and spoke weakly.

"You still have the energy to curse." When the adjutant saw Wirtz like this, he hurriedly walked up to him and pretended to kick him.

This was done not only to give Martin a warning, but also to avenge himself.

He still remembered that Wertz had pointed at his nose and scolded him.