Salute To The General

A symphony of gunshots, blasts, horses' whines, and moans of pain echoed through the area. Bright flashes and smoke were everywhere. It was a scene from hell. "Who can tell me what the hell is going on?"

Blackgoat struggled to get up to his feet from the blast impact.

Just when he managed to push himself up, Colin's boots suddenly appeared in his sight.

Blackgoat's gaze followed Colin's boot to see Colin lifting his gun and slamming its butt down on his head.

Blackgoat toppled onto his back as blood began gushing out from the fresh injury on his head.

Raising his foot clad in black army boot, Colin stomped it heavily on Blackgoat's chest, knocking the wind out of him.

Colin looked down at Blackgoat with a stony gaze. "Let me tell you what happened. You have offended someone you shouldn't have. Never threaten the lives and properties of a Eurasian. You have chosen the wrong target."

Blackgoat looked up at Colin with wide eyes filled with dread. Through the corner of his eyes, he caught glimpses of Elite Eight and Eighteen Riders obliterating all of his subordinates.

Soon, the one-sided battle came to an end.

None of Blackgoat's subordinates were left standing after the brutal assault. They were either lying dead in a pool of blood or severely injured.

out of their hiding spots, revealing themselves with sniper rifles slung over

slowly came out of hiding one by

were Eurasian,

or Valmorian, wore a look of excitement as they witnessed Colin and the Eurasian army

army vehicles heading toward them, with Woste sitting in the car

to the Eurasian army and

combat prowess was as rumored. No wonder the Eurasian Chief Military Governor could lead the Northern army

Woste had arrived with military

salutes, Colin informed, "We have shot down most of the attackers, but I intentionally spared their leader's

chin toward Blackgoat, who was lying on

out this time. I'm

Ariarican Five-star General, Max, is requesting

slightly at the news. "What does he

been butting heads with Eurasia. has been our opponent every sense. Maybe he's here to

meeting with me."

waiting room. Can't you see that I'm in