Salute To The General

Chapter 251 Nathan Is The General Of The North Army

Bang!

The gates were forcefully rammed open and the three thousand men flooded inside. Finley strode

among the throng of men, his pace unhurried as they surged around him.

After all, there was no way Cross could escape death today.

Shrieking blood-chilling war cries, the men charged further into the compound. Suddenly, the first row

of men leading the charge stopped without warning as the war cries they had been shouting abruptly

cut off.

The second row of men jostled their companions, wondering what was going on. "Hey, what's going

on? Why did you guys stop? Move it!”

They squeezed past the first row but stopped dead at the sight before them. Sucking in a deep breath,

they froze on the spot in fear.

Finley was bewildered at his men's actions. Just what had happened for them to stand there, still as a

statue and quiet as a mouse?

"Move it, move it! What's going on there? Let me see!”

Forcing a path through his men, he walked all the way to the front. When he caught sight of what had

his men freezing like deer in headlights, he gasped. His jaw dropped as he stared in shock.

Row upon row of soldiers in full combat gear was standing before them. Around them, he could see

tanks and armored vehicles. Further back, he could even see the distinctive shape of military

helicopters and fighter jets.

They had broken into a secret military base.

Franklin's voice boomed out commandingly, "In your positions, men!"

Instantly, the soldiers broke rank and had Finley and his men surrounded within moments.

Click!

The loud clicking of countless guns being loaded rang out as those gun barrels aimed unerringly at

Finley's men.

Not only that, the tanks and armored vehicles also roared to life, the cannons swinging to aim at them

as well.

"Surrender yourselves at once! Anyone who resists or flees shall be shot."

As Franklin's powerful voice rang out again, Finley and his men finally snapped out of their shocked

stupor.

They hurriedly flung their weapons to the ground, raising their hands up in surrender. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Despair was written all over Finley's face as he stared at Franklin, his hands raised in surrender as

well. There was a bitter taste in his mouth as he cried, "General Wilson, this is a misunderstanding..."

Nathan came closer with Colin and Franklin hot on his heels.

"Misunderstanding? I think not. I clearly heard something about capturing me alive so you could make

me suffer before I die."

Finley's voice quavered as he explained weakly, "We were just joking..."

"But I took it seriously,” Nathan replied curtly. "Execute Finley Zabinski on the spot. As for the rest,

throw them into a military prison. Let's see if hard labor will make them see the error of their ways."

At his order, two soldiers stepped forward to drag Finley away.

Turning towards Franklin, who was sort of an acquaintance, Finley begged, "General Wilson, please!

Save me..."

At his words, Finley's whole body started to shake violently. In a voice filled with disbelief, he muttered,

"General Cross?"

Finley's knees weakened as he slumped in the soldiers' grips. There was utter despair and

hopelessness on his face as he stared at Nathan. "Impossible...That's impossible..." Reаd at

Gesturing at the two soldiers, Franklin ordered, "Take him away!"

Finley was swiftly dragged away. Several seconds later, the loud crack of a gunshot sounded, signaling

the end of Finley Zabinski.

My brother-in-law is the General of the North Army. My brother-in-law is the General of the North Army!

Oh my god, that's so amazing and cool!