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.

status in the army were practically on

of

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

how exhausted all of

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

asses kicked by Nathan's bodyguards.

not invading, what happened? Why are you injured?" They shifted uneasily but

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

Harold said, "Sir, we got into

brows tightened momentarily. His tone was calm when he pressed, "Did you win or lose? Trembling

Whoosh!

booted foot flashed up to kick Harold in the chest hard, sending him flying back eight meters before slamming onto the ground. The colonel's features were twisted in a grimace of

makes all this even more f**ked up is that you b*stards actually lost!

men