Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 830

Nathan gave Quintus and his subordinates a look and smiled, "Hehe, are you trying to gang up on me?"

Quintus laughed wickedly and replied, "You're right. I am trying to gang up on you. An adult tiger is no match for a pack of wolves. If we were to attack all at once, we will surely be able to chop you up into pieces."

Nathan smiled in amusement, looked at Quintus and his subordinates, and teased, "You and your rabble?"

Quintus widened his eyes in disbelief. He never expected Nathan to be so shameless even when he was on the brink of death. How dare he ridiculed his subordinates?

His eyes gleamed with danger as he said, "My fellow fighters, he called you lot rabble and look down on you. What do you think we should do?"

"Kill!"

Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Yaleman's fighters raised their weapons in the air and roared in rage.

Quintus smiled at Nathan smugly, "Are you going to kneel down and face the music, or do you want us to chop you up into pieces ourselves?"

Nathan smirked, "Seems like you lot have a death wish. Very well, I will fulfill that wish of yours and show you what elites really look like."

The moment he said this, a clatter of hooves sounded behind him.

Quintus and his subordinates were stunned. Could it be that Penny had returned?

However, they soon realized that it wasn't Penny.

It was Marquis leading eighteen knights charging at them.

Nevertheless, it wasn't Penny riding on the steed, it was the leader of the Eighteen Riders of the North, Jack Hughes.

The Eighteen Riders of the North took the form of a windstorm as they charged towards Quintus and his men. Their horses were like dragons and the men like tigers.

Quintus and his subordinates stared in horror.

Nathan taunted by curling his finger and smiled, "Come at me!"

The Eighteen Riders of the North were the trump card of the North Army.

To have them deal with the Yaleman's fighters like breaking a butterfly on a wheel.

The Eighteen Riders of the North charged straight into the battalion as if there was not a single soul ahead of them. They hacked their way through the line of defense that the Yaleman's fighters had formed as if they were clearing weeds in the backyard.

Every opponent they encountered was smashed into pieces.

When the Eighteen Riders of the North finally crushed through the enemy's formation and reorganized themselves behind the Yalemans, a lot of them were already lying in a pool of blood.

The Eighteen Riders of the North had just made one strike, and over half of the Yaleman's fighters were slaughtered.

Quintus's eyes almost popped out of his head.

The scene in front of him seemed so surreal that he wished it were an awful nightmare which he could wake himself out of.

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