Counterfeit Hero

"Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?" Hearing Osullivan’s report, Reinhardt frowned, filled with confusion about this suddenly emerging team.

"General, I’m sure I didn’t see it wrong. Besides the expression of Heavenly God, this insignia is exactly the same as ours." Osullivan answered with an unusually certain tone.

"If no one is trying to impersonate us, then..." Reinhardt’s voice turned a bit grim, "There’s only one person who can command such a unit!"

Osullivan widened his eyes, "You mean, this is James..."

Reinhardt gently clenched his fist, and the joints made a crisp cracking sound, "Without a doubt, our Emperor has secrets that even I’m unaware of."

"Secrets?" Osullivan said in surprise, "Our army almost covers every corner of the Gazalin, there’s nothing about any units that the Mythical Army doesn’t know about. As long as we want...no one can hide from us!"

Reinhardt said indifferently, "Secrets are called secrets because, before they are exposed, even if they are only covered by a thin layer of transparent gauze, you still cannot see through them!"

With his hands behind his back, he paced a few steps in the command room and said, "This secret is actually very simple, just think about it... the rigid regulation of Mythical Army’s retired soldiers and the scale of two regiments..." He smiled slightly, "Then think about their combat power, their numbers, their equipment, does that not explain the problem?"

"Our retired soldiers?" Osullivan exclaimed.

Reinhardt sneered, "We underestimated the Royal Family’s system. If I’m not mistaken, our soldiers, after retirement, directly enter this unit with a higher security and priority level, becoming James’ top-secret guards."

"Then we can contact them directly..." Osullivan suddenly thought the appearance of this unit was good news.