Salute to the General novel Chapter 1270

Once again, Tristan and his gang were shocked by his words.

As a grim look overtook Tristan's face, an uneasy feeling rose in him.

He stared at Nathan with confusion and suspicion. Then, he held back the anger that threatened to burst out of him and he questioned, "Franklin, who is he? Why are you willing to cross me just to help him?"

The way Franklin looked at Nathan had turned respectful. In fact, it seemed like he worshipped Nathan.

With his head tilted up, he proudly declared, "I don't mind telling you now. He's my savior, and the God of War in our nation. He's the General of the North, Nathan Cross, the one who countless soldiers worship!"

The God of War!

The General of the North!

Nathan Cross!

The revelation struck him hard like a bolt of lightning. Tristan could not help but shudder.

He was stunned and he just stared at Nathan. His hands and feet were cold, and he could barely speak so he stammered, "Y-Y-You're the General of the North?”

He could feel the blood pressure rise in him, and his vision nearly went dark.

Gideon and Devin had been waiting to see Nathan's demise, but they were suddenly told that Nathan was the General.

The shock that struck them was ten times worse than what Tristan went through.

To them, major generals like Tristan and Franklin were powerful figures that could dictate the life and death of many people.

They had not expected Nathan to be the General, whose rank was much higher than both Tristan and Franklin.

When they realized that they had crossed the General of the North, their hearts sank into the cold abyss, and despair was written all over their faces.

Thud!

Thud!

In all that trauma, they lost their balance and fell onto their knees as cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.

Nathan just looked at Tristan and the two men kneeling on the ground with a faint smile on his face. He turned to sit down on a chair and muttered, "What went wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to execute me earlier?"

Both father and son remained on their knees as they sobbed, "General, we were wrong. Please forgive us this time!"