The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 73

Chapter 73

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Jonah, meanwhile, wiped a thin layer of sweat from his forehead and thought, 'What the hell's up with these guys? They were following my orders just fine before. Now they wanna act out?'

"Lieutenant General Valor, how about I go and get them?" After hesitating for a moment, Jonah spoke up, bracing himself.

Raven gave him a bland look. “No need, just expel them." With that, she turned to leave.

Jonah had already informed the soldiers that someone was coming to run their pre-training. He just didn't mention that he'd be there too. The soldiers, thinking Jonah wouldn't show, and knowing that past instructors for these training sessions were usually nobodies, decided to slack off.

But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part? This whole damn training field was empty-no one here training on their own. Soldiers without ambition were nothing but a waste of rations.

Valor, these men were all severely wounded in battle. They were discharged due to their physical conditions. They're still young, but they know they have no future left in

head slightly. "I ask that you show

just didn't get it. Jonah and Raven were both generals-only a single star apart. He thought, 'So why the hell is he acting so damn

head slightly and glanced at Jonah, then looked behind him, and saw a row of nine soldiers, about twenty-five years old, coming out of

have seen Jonah, and immediately rushed over as fast as they could. It only took a few seconds, and the nine of them had lined up in front

straight, raised their hands in unison, and saluted

was a completely different person from the one who had been practically begging Raven

sharp as a blade as he stared down the nine men. "Did I not inform you that your pre-training instructor would be arriving

pre-training instructor was coming, but according to the usual practice, the instructor should have come to their dormitory area to invite them

and sent someone to take a look and

up!" Jonah saw the few soldiers were silent and suddenly

nine soldiers'

tanned skin took a step forward, stiff as a board, and

remained cold. "The one you should be apologizing to is