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.

position and status in the army were

caught sight of

hastily exited the vehicle, standing ramrod straight as they gave their general a salute. Simultaneously, they called out, "Greetings,

noticed how exhausted all of them looked.

"What were all of you doing? Are there enemies invading from the West?" Harold and his men bowed their heads

they had their asses kicked by Nathan's bodyguards. If word got out about that, it would be even more humiliating than losing a

is not invading, what happened? Why are you injured?" They shifted uneasily but nobody dared

he ordered in a

shaky voice, Harold said, "Sir, we got into a fight with some

tightened momentarily. His tone was calm when he pressed, "Did you win or lose? Trembling all over, Harold reluctantly

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kick Harold in the chest hard, sending him flying back eight meters before

We base WaNOa'eithission? And for what, to get into a fight with others? What makes all this even more f**ked up

his men shrank back