Looking at Chris who was filled with shock, Nathan asked with a grin, "Do you still want to capture me and beat me up?"
Chris responded with silence. However, frustration began to grow among his subordinates. "Damn it, we have surrounded the hotel and have hundreds of submachine guns trained on him. How dare he speak with such insolence?"
"Drag him out and break his legs!"
The next moment, a few heavily armed soldiers of the West Army approached Nathan.
Chris bellowed instantly, "B*stards, stop where you are!"
Raising his hand, he gave every subordinate who had taken action on their own accord a forceful slap.
Together with the ones who were slapped, the other soldiers were dumbfounded.
Rubbing their painful faces, the soldiers who were slapped looked at Chris
quizzically. "Major General, what are..."
As he pointed at Nathan, Chris yelled out to his men, "Do you know who he is?"
"He is the commander-in-chief of the three hundred thousand strong North Army, the General of the North, Nathan Cross!"
What?
The General of the North!
All the soldiers of the West Army were astounded and gaped at Nathan in disbelief.
They had only seen his picture before in the military newsletters.
However, in those pictures, he was in uniform and had a commanding presence. Compared to how he looked now in civilian clothing, the contrast was indeed surprising.
Hence, despite Chris declaring that Nathan was a general, the soldiers were still unconvinced, and couldn't help but ask,
"Major General Gore, is he really the General of the North?"
Shooting an angry glare at the soldier who spoke out, Chris fumed, "You idiot! How can there be a fake general? This is a huge misunderstanding. Apologize at once!"
With that, Chris and his men lowered their weapons and tidied up their uniforms.
"Attention!"
At Chris's command, the hundreds of soldiers behind him clicked their heels and stood at attention.
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