Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 599

Wendell was instantly intrigued. He had seen his fair share of battlefield commanders. Even if he had never met them, he would have at least heard of them.

"That's enough. Don't ask any unnecessary questions. You wouldn't know who it was even if we told you," said the soldier as he glared at Wendell.

Wendell snickered as he returned to the truck.

"Are we not allowed to enter?" asked Carlisle.

Wendell replied in a low voice, "They said there's a high-ranking official inside. Their vehicles have blocked the road we have to take to the rehabilitation hospital."

"Are there any other roads besides the one we came from?" asked Carlisle.

He remembered the road they had taken had no other tire tracks on it and was filled with potholes. The truck would have gotten stuck if they hadn't been careful.

They could use a better route for the journey back if there were a better road.

"There are three other roads. However, those roads are closed all year round. As outsiders, we are only allowed to use the least convenient road.

"It would have been tolerable if it wasn't raining or snowing, but it just so happens to be snowing heavily right now. It truly is rather challenging."

Wendell took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then lit the cigarette, looking rather upset.

had large bungalows that looked the same and some basic training

uniform was in one of the slightly spacious bungalows,

soldiers were junior officers. However, the man seated at the head of the

appearing

eyes. He was merely drinking

tea, he put down his

and asked calmly, "Can you assume

Heston Murray sighed helplessly.

replied, "I will absolutely obey all orders from the

nodded calmly before standing

he left that the others in the room exhaled a

deep voice, "Heston, is this guy the real deal? How can he be a general at such a young age?" Heston

in the military for eight years. But if you have

junior officers looked at him

experiences? Tell

about the legendary experiences that had earned him the rank of general

teacup on the table and took a light

Larson. His foster parents raised him ever since his parents died when he was young. Due to poverty, he went abroad with one of his uncles after graduating from middle

abroad. The group was short-handed then,

a mercenary, he fought countless battles and was very successful. When he was 18,