God of Pets-Chapter 543: An Ordinary Scout

I, Gao Weiqiang, am an ordinary reconnaissance soldier.

Of course, some people also call me the Eye of God, the number one in reconnaissance soldiers.

My ability to become the pinnacle of reconnaissance soldiers is not because of how good my vision is, or how strong my abilities are, or even how high my intelligence is.

In fact, I’m really not good at reconnaissance work, nor do I particularly like it. I’d rather be a main combat warrior who dominates the battlefield, rather than doing this boring reconnaissance work.

Yes, because I don’t love this job, I often make mistakes.

But no matter what, my superior insists on making me a reconnaissance soldier for just one reason: because my talent is "Fish That Slipped Through the Net."

How should I put it, this is a pretty useless talent.

With this talent, I become very inconspicuous.

Just how inconspicuous am I? Let’s just say, even my girlfriend of three years doesn’t know I exist.

Well, anyway, as long as I casually wander into the demon’s territory, as long as I don’t actively punch a demon in the face, no one would bother with me.

What is extremely dangerous for others is not so for me; it doesn’t even count as dangerous.

The most frustrating thing is that even my superior often forgets the existence of such a subordinate. Every time they check the records and see mine, they get startled and take a long while to remember that they have such a subordinate.

"What a boring life, boring job. When will I be able to become a real soldier?"

For some reason, after three months, my superior suddenly remembered me and gave me a task to monitor a human troop.

"Hmm, a troop of over three hundred people actually dare to attack the demon checkpoint, where there are four hundred and seven demons. Isn’t this seeking death?"

"For troops of the same level, humans need at least 1.5 times the numbers to contend with the Demon Corps."

I originally thought that this human troop would soon be destroyed. However, the development of events was beyond my expectations.

This troop of over three hundred humans actually killed the four hundred and seven demon soldiers guarding the checkpoint without a single casualty.

I’ve been here for almost three years and have never seen humans achieve such a feat in clashes with demons.

"If I were a member of this troop, being able to bravely kill the enemy on the battlefield like them, how exciting that would be." Watching this troop roam through demon territory, taking down forts and enemies, I recalled my original dream of being a true soldier going to the battlefield to slay demons.

Perhaps too fixated on the dream, or maybe inspired by this troop, I don’t know when, but I found myself joining them, becoming one of them.

They didn’t notice they had an extra person in their ranks, and I didn’t find it strange.

Even though my military uniform was different from theirs, and my mount was a bit odd, I thought this was normal, nothing special.

I fought with them, killing demons bravely alongside them.

The leader of the troop, he always told us that demons are as weak as insects, and as long as we don’t show mercy, it’s as easy to kill them as squashing an ant.

This was very different from what I heard the other officers say back in Taishan City.

The officers always told us how terrifying and cruel demons were and that when confronting them, we needed to go all out with 200% of our strength, or else we’d easily be killed by them.

I thought they were talking nonsense. Officer Zi Donglai is right; demons aren’t that much of a deal, just kill them easily.

Why are human troops in Taishan City so afraid of demons, and why do they always suffer heavier casualties than demons?

"Sigh, having a good officer is really important. Under the leadership of such an officer, there’s nothing to fear about demons."

Still, this good officer sometimes makes me a little worried. Although I feel demons aren’t scary, the reputation of the Thousand Break Army precedes them.

Taishan City has suffered several setbacks in engagements with the Thousand Break Army.

I’ve witnessed the combat power of the Thousand Break Army, much stronger than those checkpoint-guarding demon soldiers.

Over three hundred soldiers intend to annihilate the well-trained two thousand strong Thousand Break Army. The leader’s ambition is really huge; I just fear they can’t digest it.

When the battle started, I was very nervous.

I was not afraid of dying. Based on my past experience, even if the troop was defeated, as long as I withdrew quietly, there shouldn’t be any problem.

I just felt reluctant, reluctant for such a troop to be defeated by demons, reluctant for these fellow comrades to be killed by them.

Even though it was only a few days, it made me feel like my dream was being realized. I didn’t want this troop to disappear, nor did I want this good officer to die here.

But what can I change? I’m just a useless "Fish That Slipped Through the Net."

When the good officer said to kill them all, I just felt my whole body ignite with hot blood, and I rushed out with my fellow comrades.

I followed the troop in constant battle, somehow, the enemies before me kept decreasing.

At first, enemies were densely packed everywhere, but as the troop kept moving, more and more enemies fell.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of pets and demons. The comrades who sneaked in with me were very different from my past comrades; each seemed like an invincible War God, killing demons with such cleanliness and speed.

Watching them kill demons, I was a bit dazed, as if I had seen scenes of demons slaughtering humans in the past.

In the eyes of those lawless, fearless demons, I saw fear for the first time.

"This troop... actually made the demons feel fear..." I felt a sense of pride, and without knowing when, I already considered myself a part of this troop.

But the Thousand Break Army is still the Thousand Break Army, worthy of being the most elite demon unit in Celestial Yang City.

They are very tenacious, even in such fierce fighting, they maintained the stability of their battle array. The injured demons quickly regained their combat power with the Primordial Energy Skill treatment from the Celestial Doctor Star demon soldiers. The rhythm of the cavalry slaughter continued, but it wasn’t as fast or smooth as usual.

Comrades in the troop began to get injured. Watching them fight bravely even with injuries, I suddenly realized I should do something.

I don’t want to see comrades dying before me, not even one.

But I’m just an ordinary soldier, barely Sixth Sense Level 51; what can I do?

Kill their leader? I don’t have that kind of strength; I’m afraid my power can’t even break their leader’s defense.

Yet I strongly wanted to do something, so I broke away from the main force and headed towards the Celestial Doctor Star camp within the demon forces.

The Celestial Doctor Star soldiers aren’t that high level, and their combat ability isn’t strong, so they should be relatively easy to kill, right?

I crossed the battlefield, reaching behind a Celestial Doctor Star demon soldier, then drew my knife and slit his throat from behind.

I continued forward, moving through the already chaotic Celestial Doctor Star soldiers, slashing their lives away one by one.

I didn’t feel any guilt at all; killing one more demon would mean a little less injury for my beloved comrades.

One Celestial Doctor Star demon soldier after another died under my knife. Originally, I thought I would be discovered quickly.

After all, my talent is just "Fish That Slipped Through the Net." With such killing, they would soon notice me.

I had already resolved that once discovered, I would probably have no way out but death.

Dying so straightforwardly wasn’t bad, actually.

But today was somewhat strange. I kept killing Celestial Doctor Star demon soldiers, but they continued to ignore me; even when I killed in front of them, they seemed only to notice their comrades falling, not seeing me killing with a knife.

At that moment, I felt like I was the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, harvesting enemy lives with my own power to aid my troop.

"So this is what it feels like to follow a good officer and have a group of good comrades!" I was a bit intoxicated. This was the battlefield of my dreams; this was what I should be doing.