The steel-boned tough lad, saluted with his head held high.
It had been two years since they last met, but the fiery passion in Zander Young’s heart had not ceased.
Outside the door, Harry Clarke stood straight up and tall as he guarded the door diligently.
After hearing what Zander had roared, Harry gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes with his sleeves.
Only people who have been in the army understood the relationship between comrades-in-arms.
Only when one has fought in battles together, then they would understand the trusting relationship of watching each other’s backs in a battle, and how that relationship transcends life and death!
Harry Clarke was no rookie, so he could fully understand what Zander was feeling.
He also understood how the name that was Sean Lennon was a living legend to the army of the Northwest!
That name was like their religion!
In the lounge, Zander stood tall and firm like an oak tree.
There was pin-drop silence in the room.
However, at that moment, the silence was louder than any noise there was in the world!
Zander’s right hand was firmly by his ear, straight and stiffly at the same line with his eyebrows.
He stared intently at the front, his expression was one of fiery determination.
His red-rimmed eyes were filled with reverence and awe, even if the Sean Lennon before him had already become a cripple.
In Zander’s eyes, Sean had never fallen.
He was like a god in his eyes, the one people called a battlegod, and he was worth Zander’s utmost respect!
According to the military customs, Sean was supposed to salute back.
However, Sean merely reached out his hand, then put it down again as he shook his head.
“I’m no longer the nine-star commander now.”
Sean laughed bitterly. His former glory was indeed… left in the past.
Now, even his sword and armor were taken away by Quill Zimmer.
On what grounds could he still proclaim himself as commander?
“Commander, in my heart, you’re forever that.
“In the hundred thousand of your personal guards’ hearts, you are forever our only Commander!”
Zander was still saluting, his tone and expression could not be any more serious.
Sean lifted up his head slowly and looked at Zander quietly.
From Zander’s eyes, he saw determination, extreme determination.
One phone call from Sean had Zander giving everything up.
No matter if it was the position of a three-star commander, or the armies that he could command, he had let it all go just to meet with Sean in River City.
How could Sean let Zander down?
“Commander, the other brothers are all waiting for you!”
Zander still remained at the same position as he repeated that over and over again.
When Sean heard it, it sparked turmoil within Sean.
In his mind, different scenes flashed past.
He thought of the past when he brought his armies for gratifying, victorious battles.
He thought about how he slew dozens of the enemy’s commanders solely with his own strength.
He also thought about how majestic it was to lead the millions of armies in expanding the lands of their country.
“Phew!”
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