Salute To The General
Chapter 2728

"Great! It's already evening now. Let's have something to eat first. After nightfall, we will enter the forest separately and hunt. Six hours of hunting should do. We can finish at twelve midnight and then meet again to see who has the most trophies." "Sure!"

Sitting on the grass, Nathan, Colin, and his National Guards shared a simple meal with Gammon and the Alpha soldiers.

After the meal, Nathan and Gammon each carried their hunting equipment as they entered the forest in the darkness of the night, and the hunting officially started.

Their guards followed them at a distance. They could support and protect them at any time but not interfere with the hunting.

Nathan and Gammon were equipped with walkie-talkies so that they could communicate with and locate each other and avoid accidental injuries.

Even outside the hunting ground, there were two thousand Alpha soldiers on standby, ready to support.

The commander of Alpha was sitting in the temporary command room, monitoring Nathan's and Gammon's positions on the tracking instrument to ensure the safety of the two VIPs.

At this point, Nathan was walking alone in the dark jungle.

"Mr. Gammon, I have begun to regret not bringing more hunting equipment. It's pitch-dark here, and I don't even see a single squirrel. I already feel like I'm going to lose to you!" He spoke into the walkie-talkie. Gammon's proud voice came from the earpiece. "Haha, I've told you that hunting is not as simple as it seems, and brute force alone is not enough.

It's pitch black here too, but as an experienced person, I've noticed tracks of wild boars in an inconspicuous place. I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. I have to follow the footprints of wild boars and hunt them. Do your best and good luck to you! Hahaha!" Gammon turned off the walkie-talkie then, probably because he was afraid that conversing would affect his hunting.

Nathan could almost imagine Gammon's appearance. He was wearing a camouflage uniform, holding a shotgun, tracking the prey, and trying to catch up with and shoot it.

Nathan laughed at himself. It seems that Gammon is really a brilliant old hunter. I have to show some skills and take this seriously; otherwise, I will lose too badly and I will not be able to humble myself to accept defeat. With that thought in mind, Nathan became serious and made the effort to hunt.

He had been in the North Army for many years.

The geographical environment of the North was harsh. When Nathan served in the North Army, he naturally gained a lot of hunting experience.

Right then, he found the tracks of some wild beasts. He began to follow the tracks, all the way into the depths of the jungle.

On the other side of the mountain, under the cover of the darkness of the night, a burly white man was walking unhurriedly with a few companions.

This white man was Goliath, the werewolf.

A gust of wind blew past them.

Goliath sniffed, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "I have already caught the smell of humans brought by the wind. I guess Nathan Cross and the others are already in this forest. Brothers, let the hunt begins." Not far behind him, his few companions laughed wickedly.

Goliath's eyes flashed with a ferocious light. "Let's split up and see who can replace Nathan first. Kill him and avenge our brother, Pele."

"Yes!" his companions responded, and then they dashed into the forest.

Goliath raised his head and looked around. He ascertained the direction the wind was blowing, strode into the forest, and disappeared into the darkness.

Nathan and Gammon did not realize that while they were hunting prey, they themselves had become the prey of other hunters.