Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 892

The rest of Harold's men shouted to each other, "Damn, get serious!"

"Be careful, boys! These guys are tough!"

"Don't hold back! Teach these b*stards a lesson they'll never forget! Our honor as the West Army demands it!"

Infinitely more cautious now that eight of their own were out for the count, the soldiers threw themselves at the Elite Eight again.

Unfortunately, despite the fact they went all out, they were still not the Elite Eight's equals. One by one, they dropped like flies.

This outcome had Harold's eyes growing wide in surprise as he growled furiously, "You b*stards actually dared to hurt my men? I'll kill you!"

With that said, he reached for the gun at his belt.

In the blink of an eye, Colin appeared in front of Harold.

Grabbing his opponent's hand, Colin narrowed his eyes as he sneered, "Reaching for your gun is cheating!"

Harold took in the muscular build of Colin and the fighting style the Elite Eight were using. He realized it was the sort of combat style taught in the army. In fact, they were almost textbook perfect in their execution of the fighting moves. Only then did he guess Nathan's bodyguards were all ex-military.

The realization had him bolstering his gun before he pried Colin's fingers off his hand. "And where the hell did you posers come from? You wanna fight using military combat skills? Fine, I'll show you what a real military man can do!"

Dashing toward Colin, he swung his fist out in a punch.

"Bring it on!" Colin taunted before he darted forward to meet the colonel, letting his own fist fly.

Thud!

The two fists collided.

The impact forced Harold to stagger back several steps before he managed to steady himself.

By contrast, Colin did not even flinch; he remained rooted to the ground.

Shock shone in Harold's eyes. His entire right arm was numb and his knuckles were starting to swell.

Opposite him, Colin seemed completely unfazed as he grinned. "That was fun. Again!"

With that, he lunged toward Harold like a tiger pouncing on a lamb.

Just where the hell did Cross even find these fearsome men!

Harold knew he was in a tight spot. With Johann and the other leaders watching, he would be shaming not just himself but General Ziegler as well if he lost.

He also had a gun bolstered behind him. If the other man dared to aim his gun at Nathan, he would not hesitate in shooting the colonel dead.

Colin was more than confident in his marksmanship.

Right then, Nathan stated harshly, "That's enough! Harold Harvey, stop your embarrassing shenanigans. You are reflecting poorly on Lucas Ziegler."

Harold's whole body jerked in response and he looked at Nathan with a befuddled expression.

Nathan's muscular figure stood tall, staring with eyes as dark and deep as ocean trenches. Not a hint of emotion could be seen in those black pools.

There was an imposing air around him, an aura that commanded respect.

Just who is Nathan Cross? He must be some important figure, right? Why else would he dare to address General Ziegler by his full name? Why else would his men be so powerful?

Gritting his teeth, Harold grudgingly returned his gun to its holster. He spat hatefully, "Nathan Cross, you have a lot of guts. This isn't over between us; just you wait!"

"Retreat!" he barked at his injured men before fleeing the scene with their tails between their legs.

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