"The objective of this terattack operation is to trate our forces aroy five German encampments," el Marcos began expining the operations and every officer in the a listetentively.

  It was evident that they had been eagerly awaiting the opportunity for a teroffensive for a long time now.

  With the front defense zone tinuously under pressure from the German forces, it was only a matter of time before it would pletely colpse. But ohis terattack succeeded, it would deal a severe blow to the morale of the German troops.

  "The enemy's rge-scale operational base will be assaulted by me and two Lieutenant els, leading five or more units," el Marcos expined while gesturing at a rge map.

  The map was a three-dimensional model specifically designed for military use, clearly indig the five German encampments outside the defensive line.

  "It seems like this is going to be a big ohe el is personally leading the operation, intelligen the enemy's base coordinates, suffit manpower... bined with a nighttime assault— winning this battle will not be difficult," Kyle thought to himself.

  As the one responsible for deciphering the essages, he had a clear uanding of the information recorded on the map. Upon hearing el Marcos' distribution of forces for the assault pn, Kyle khat victory was almost guaranteed.

  This was the importance of intelligen warfare. The side that seized the advaen emerged as the victor.

  el Marcos proceeded to allocate each officer their respective units and provide them with briefing dots for the assault pn. After receiving their assigs for the night, the officers swiftly left the tent to prepare for the uping operation.

  Soon, Kyle found himself alone in the a.

  Did the el fet about me?

  Kyle inwardly grumbled as he looked at el Marcos, who had resumed his seat. However, he didn't waste any time. During the pnniing, he took the opportunity to extract a few excellent green Ability Cards from the officers around him.

  Although accumuting a certain number of green Ability Cards and stag simir ones would no longer result in signifit enhas to his physical abilities and skills, Kyle khey might e in handy iure.

  el Marcos took a sip of water and then shifted his gaze onto Kyle. His stern expression softened, and he smiled, saying, "Soldier Kyle, tonight's assault pn is crucial. Although you just returned from the front lihis m, you will be participating in the operation after resting iernoon."

  "Of course. Participating in the first teroffensive against the Nazis would be an honor for me, Sir. Tonight, I will give my all, using my full strength to fight the enemy," Kyle decred firmly.

  "Your determination as a soldier, yerness, and your outstanding performan the battlefield— I have heard about them from several Sergeants," el Marodded with satisfa as he looked at Kyle.

  He genuinely admired this new soldier, finding him more impressive the more he observed him.

  Typically, a new recruit sent to the battlefield could be expected to perform at around 70% of their normal capacity. However, Kyle, despite being new, fought like a seasoned veteran, adapting effortlessly to the battlefield.

  For the past few days, in addition ting the teroffensive pn, el Marcos had made multiple verifications of Kyle's identity at the rear base, fearing he might be a secret spy disguised as a German soldier.

  Clearing his throat, el Marcos spoke with a meaningful tone, "But tonight, I'm not only asking you to participate in the assault as a soldier."

  "Not as a soldier? Then what..." Kyle was taken aback, and a strange expression crossed his face. He guessed what was ing and said, "el, you're not askio lead a unit to assault the small-scale German transit encampment, are you?"

  "Correct," el Marodded, assuring him that he wasn't joking. He took a rank insignia badge from a draced it oable, stating precisely, "Indeed. Not as a soldier, but as a 'Corporal.'"

  "Me, a Corporal?" Kyle poi himself with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

  Although the rank of a Corporal wasn't high, in the military, it was sidered ary into the "non-issioned officer" level!

  He had only been here for three days and he bypassed the ranks of Private, Private First Css, and Tei 5th Grade a straight to being a Corporal. Since when did the rank of Corporal bee so cheap?

  "Why? Don't you believe in your own abilities?" el Mariled as he asked this question.

  "Naturally, I believe in my abilities. But I never expected to be directly promoted to Corporal. I am after all a newbie with no rank as a Soldier," Kyle shrugged before he quickly regained his posure.

  Putting it iime, it would be impossible for a new recruit to rise to the rank of Corporal in just three days, even with a General as their backstage support," el Marcos said solemnly.

  "But now we are in the midst of a World War! Kyle, the number of enemies you have personally killed itles you've experienced in these past few days is probably several times more than those old veterans who lived duriime and killed over a dozen years," el Marcos tinued.

  "With your exceptional individual bat performand superior analytical skills in intellige would be a waste for someone like you to remain just a no-rank soldier. Since you possess the ability and the army urgently needs elite talents like you, directly promoting you to Corporal is only a natural course of a," el Marcos expined.

  "I uand," Kyle nodded.

  Heroes often emerge in troubled times. It is precisely because they are in the midst of World War II that individuals with abilities quickly rise in rank, regardless of their background or accumuted experience.

  Kyle also liked this kind of era where one only heir ability to prove themselves.

  Kyle's lips curled slightly, and his azure eyes radiated with fidence. For the first time, he felt fortuo have been reborn in the World War II era of the Marvel Universe.

  el Mariled and said, "Rest assured, as it is your first time leading a unit, especially in such a crucial terattack operation, I won't leave you to and alone."

  "That's good. I was afraid of messing up on my own," Kyle let out a sigh of relief after hearing this. He now uood that el Marcos was not only ung a teroffe also providing him with an opportunity for training.

  el Marcos called out to the unications Officer outside the tent, "Notify Sergeant Fury and ask him to e here."

  "Sergeant Fury?" Kyle rubbed his , feeling somewhat familiar with the name.

  Soon after, an Afri-Ameri officer ehe tent. His left eye was bandaged, but he was already dressed in a plete bat uniform, ready for a.

  "It's you, Sergeant," Kyle excimed in surprise when he saw this man. The person who walked in was her than the Afri-Ameri sergeant he entered on his first experien the battlefield.

  "Kyle, not just a soldier, but Corporal Kyle now," Sergeant Fury greeted him warmly, then saluted el Marcos, saying, "Sir! I'm Sergeant Fury, fully recovered and ready to carry out any mission!"

  "Very well," el Marodded, introdug Fury to Kyle. "This is your partner for tonight's operation, Nick Fury. As a sergeant, he has already anded for some time and has extensive field and experience."

  Kyle blinked, and upon hearing the name of the Afri-Ameri officer, he was momentarily stunned.

  Nick Fury? Hmm, the future Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

  "Let's get along," Sergeant Fury said with a serious expression as he oward Kyle. He appeared far from the fierd authoritative aura he would exude iure; instead, he still looked quite young, around twenty-five years old.

  "Let's," Kyle posed himself as he replied. It is the World War II era now, and not even S.H.I.E.L.D. has beeablished, let alohe Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

  But leading troops into battle alongside the future Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

  Now that is iing.

  (From the Transtor -- Fury's age is corre this. This seems to have happened in one of the infinite Marvel Multiverse. Later, he kept himself alive with the "Infinity Formu" also called the Forever Formu.

  It happened like this, The Forever pound is an alchemical serum produced by the Brotherhood of the Shield. It is a diluted form of the Elixir of Life developed by Sir Isaaewton in 1652. Nick Fury was seriously wounded in France during World War II. He was saved in part due to Professor Sternberg's Infinity Formu. Fury must be inocuted by the serum every year or he will age dramatically. Since Fury's first inocution, the el had to pay a bckmail price to Sternberg every year to acquire the serum which was the way he was able to remain alive and he also took the formu from Professor Sterer and became its owner. You searore information oer

  The most important thing to remember is that this is Marvel AU so there would be many sustances)

  (End of the chapter)