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 with

sight of Lucas, he

the vehicle, standing ramrod straight as

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

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 heads in

the aggrievement they were 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

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

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

said, "Sir, we got into a fight

calm when he pressed, "Did you win or lose? Trembling all

Whoosh!

foot flashed up to 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 is that you b*stards

and his men shrank