Salute To The General
Chapter 1800
Chapter 1800
The incessant praises continued.
"I'm sure your wish will come true very soon, sir."
"Yes! We can't wait for the day to come!"
"How we wish he's here so you can finish him off right now!"
All of a sudden, a group of men barged into the dining area.
The music stopped and so did the dance.
Saxon and his commanders were taken aback by the uninvited guests that were all dressed in black cloaks.
Who are these people? Are they from the Xyperian army?
At that instant, Saxon's expression turned grim. "Which platoon do you belong to? Who gave you permission to come in? I thought I specifically said no one is allowed to disturb our dinner?"
bunch removed the cloak, unveiling
gold stripes on his white uniform, Saxon and the
emblem on
none other than the
North himself - Nathan
looked at
themselves from mumbling, “It's Nathan Cross, the
commanders responded with a gasp, and all the Xyperian dancers immediately fled from
was Nathan, and behind him were
and his man managed to make their way into their territory after paying an officer of the Xyperia frontier army headquarters a huge amount of
Eagleland's colony, and the Xyperia's troops
former mercenaries.
soldiers well, causing them to
imposing severe punishments
was how bribery and all forms of corruption became a norm in
duty some money and entered their territory as radar technicians. The officer only allowed them to enter Xyperia after he believed the Eurasians would not send just a
men a chance to
as if he was
out for a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass in front of Saxon and his commanders. Following that,
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