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.

his position and status in the army were practically

sight of Lucas, he

hastily exited the vehicle, standing ramrod straight as they gave

had gone when he noticed how exhausted all of them looked. Not only

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

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

invading, what happened? Why are you injured?" They

and he ordered in a displeased tone, "Harold, answer

shaky voice, Harold said, "Sir, we got into a

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

Whoosh!

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

We base WaNOa'eithission? And for what, to get into a fight with others? What makes all this even more f**ked up is that you b*stards actually lost!

Harold and his men