Salute To The General

Chapter 894 General Lucas Ziegler Of The West

The military truck carrying Harold and his men rumbled back toward the base.

They had barely made it through the gates of the base when they were halted by a convoy consisting of a red luxury sedan and three Jeeps.

The backdoor of the luxury sedan opened and a burly man in his late thirties stepped out. He had thick bushy eyebrows and a broad face.

It was none other than the commander-in-chief of three hundred thousand soldiers of the West, Lucas Ziegler!

Lucas was born in one of the West's powerful families and enrolled in the army at a very young age. Since then, it had only been promotion after promotion for him as he climbed the ranks rapidly due to his superior fighting abilities.

Not even forty years old and he was already the General of the West.

Along with Nathan Cross, the General of the North, a lot of people liked to call them the nation's two greatest bulwarks for their contributions to the safety of the nation.

the army were practically on par

driver caught sight of Lucas, he hurriedly put on the

as they gave their general a salute. Simultaneously, they called out,

how exhausted all of them looked. Not only that, but they were also all

on his face as he asked, "What were all of you doing? Are there enemies invading from the West?" Harold and his men bowed their

feeling. They were the National Guards of the West, yet they had their asses kicked by Nathan's bodyguards. If word got out about that, it would

demanded, "If the enemy is not invading, what happened? Why are you injured?" They

he ordered in a displeased tone, "Harold,

said, "Sir, we got into a

"Did you win or lose? Trembling

Whoosh!

Harold in the chest hard, sending him flying back eight meters before slamming onto the ground. The colonel's features were

because you won a few small battles? How dageyorave We base WaNOa'eithission? And for what, to get into a fight with others? What makes all this even more f**ked up is

men shrank back