Salute To The General
Chapter 894 General Lucas Ziegler Of The West

Chapter 894 General Lucas Ziegler Of The West

The military truck carrying Harold and his men rumbled back toward the base.

They had barely made it through the gates of the base when they were halted by a convoy consisting of a red luxury sedan andthree Jeeps.

The backdoor of the luxury sedan opened and a burly man in his late thirties stepped out. He had thick bushy eyebrows and abroad face.

It was none other than the commander-in-chief of three hundred thousand soldiers of the West, Lucas Ziegler!

Lucas was born in one of the West's powerful families and enrolled in the army at a very young age. Since then, it had only beenpromotion after promotion for him as he climbed the ranks rapidly due to his superior fighting abilities.

Not even forty years old and he was already the General of the West.

Along with Nathan Cross, the General of the North, a lot of people liked to call them the nation's two greatest bulwarks for theircontributions to the safety of the nation.

As such, his position and status in the army were practically on par with Nathan's.

When the truck driver caught sight of Lucas, he hurriedly put on the brakes.

Harold and his men hastily exited the vehicle, standing ramrod straight as they gave their general a salute.Simultaneously, they called out, "Greetings, General!"

Lucas was about to ask Harold where they had gone when he noticed how exhausted all of them looked. Not only that, but theywere also all injured as well.

Astern look appeared on his face as he asked, "What were all of you doing? Are there enemies invading from the West?"Harold and his men bowed their heads in shame, muttering, "No."

Words could not describe the aggrievement they were feeling. They were the National Guards of the West, yet they had theirasses kicked by Nathan's bodyguards. If word got out about that, it would be even more humiliating than losing a battle withforeign armies.

Frowning, Lucas demanded, "If the enemy is not invading, what happened? Why are you injured?"They shifted uneasily but nobody dared to speak up.

His expression darkened and he ordered in a displeased tone, "Harold, answer me."

In a shaky voice, Harold said, "Sir, we got into a fight with some men."

Lucas's brows tightened momentarily. His tone was calm when he pressed, "Did you win or lose?Trembling all over, Harold reluctantly murmured, "We I-lost..."

Whoosh!

Lucas's booted foot flashed up to kick Harold in the chest hard, sending him flying back eight meters before slamming onto theground. The colonel's features were twisted in a grimace of pain.

"You useless pieces of trash! Youreally think you're all that justbecause you won a few smallbattles? How dageyorave We baseWaNOa'eithission? And for what, toget into a fight with others? Whatmakes all this even more f**ked up isthat you b*stards actually lost! Younot only shamed the West Army, butyou've shamed me as well!” Lucasroared in rage. Please read theoriginal content at Narugi.Org.

Cowed, Harold and his men shrank back in terror.

Turning to the men standing beside him, Lucas ordered, "Men, throw these pieces of shit into confinement for three days!""Yes, Sir!"

Thus, Harold and his men were dragged away for their punishment.

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"Sir, yes, Sir!" Chris responded loudly.

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