Salute To The General

Chapter 1906



At this very moment, Nathan approached the third general in the welcoming troops. Everyone knew of the Three Tigers and Seven Champions from the North Army.

The Three Tigers referred to commanders: Fang, Destroyer, and Heptakill, who operated under Nathan's command. Alongside this, the Seven Champions included major generals: Cyril, Orrin, Galen, Atlas, Caius, Myron, and Hadrian.

The man whom Nathan stood before was Cyril, the leader of the Seven Champions.

Cyril was only in his thirties but already held the high rank of major-general.

He had made outstanding achievements in the North Army over the years. If all his medals were pinned to his coat, he would be covered spotless in countless shiny metal disks.

Though he had many honorable achievements, Cyril was an arrogant man.

There were not many whom he deemed worthy in the North Army. It would take more than all three of the Tigers to completely defeat him. The only man who had received his complete respect and admiration was General Nathan.

Cyril became very upset when General Nathan had been dismissed, often complaining how unjust it was.

Thankfully, Fang was appointed as temporary commander-in-chief short after. Cyril was fairly content with Fang's leadership and was willing to obey his orders.

the Chief Military Governor had

the new Chief Military Governor, and how they appeared to kiss at his feet- that

heartless of them! They did nothing when the General was dismissed. Instead, they abandoned General, who had taken them under his wing, and confided in a stranger. How could they willingly accept

shake hands with him like the Three Tigers did. Cyril's blank

couldn't help but share anxious looks at

Military Governor

to recognize their

understood why Cyril behaved coldly towards him. After all, he was

clueless Cyril. At the same time, he was also touched by

Cyril's disrespect, extending a hand towards Cyril instead. "You must be major-general

hand to salute and

soldiers around them

Heptakill watched helplessly at Nathan, whose hand was still extended. Anger simmered

velmet

to avoid

you play, dumb at

a fool

at Cyril's boldness to

thinking that Cyril's military career was surely over. He

right, I'm messing with you. And I don't give a