Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 662

When Bachok heard this, he was furious. He stood up abruptly and spoke angrily, "You murdered the Captain of my National Guards!"

With the smile still hanging on his face, Nathan spoke up, "I've lost track of how many generals of the Avalon's Mountain Troops I've slaughtered. Who cares about a Captain from the National Guards?"

Nathan's words startled the crowd. Most of them didn't know what he meant.

Did Nathan mean he was a soldier who had fought Avalon's Mountain Troops and even managed to kill the general?

Otherwise, why would he say this?

Bachok sneered. "Nonsense. Who do you think you are, bragging about killing countless of our generals of Avalon? Men, take them down! Let's show them what the elites of the Avalon Mountain Troops are made of!"

Bachok's men immediately sheathed their daggers before lunging at Nathan's group.

Bachok and his men tried to be discreet when they arrived, so they didn't carry any firearms with them. They were only equipped with close combat weapons such as military daggers.

When Nathan saw Bachok taking action, he smiled and waved his hand, signaling Colin and the Elite Eight to strike back.

Colin and the Elite Eight formed a unified front and took a step forward in an orderly manner as they bellowed in unity, "Fight!"

Although there were only nine people, they gave off a formidable aura of a thousand men.

Bachok and his men were shocked. One of them noticed that there was a marking on the back of the men's hands. It was a special mark belonging to the Elite Force of the General of the North. "Oh my God! They're the General of the North's Elite Force!"

Following this exclamation, Bachok's group instantly became flustered.

Their faces turned pale as they spoke in trembling voices, "It's true. They're the General of the North's Elites - the nightmare of us Mountain Troops of Avalon!”

"Oh my God! Why is the God of War, Ares, here?"

"Ah! This place is so scary! I want to go home..."

Bachok was also taken aback.

Lenard Smith, who was hiding in a corner with his men, was befuddled. He didn't know why the men from Avalon were freaking out.

Bachok himself was displeased at how his men acted. He felt humiliated.

They were only injured by the General of the North's forces a few times before. Do they need to freak out like this?

Infuriated, he urged his men, "Go on, kill these imposters! Don't make a fool out of me!"

"Kill!"

"Eliminate these fakers!"

Bachok's elites, numbering about a hundred men, charged at Colin Dunne and the Elite Eight.

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