That night, Nathan didn't sleep a wink. He stayed up strategizing, studying battle plans with Fang, Destroyer, and Heptakill.
The next day.
The other North Army troops had arrived at the headquarters. One by one, they gathered.
The Nothern Army headquarters became extremely lively. Armored combat vehicles and various weaponry were constantly being transported there. Fighter jets roared in the sky above.
Nathan had given orders for all three hundred thousand of the Nothern Army's soldiers to be assembled in one day.
The Three Tigers, Seven Champions, and the other generals hustled and bustled away, preparing for war.
Nathan stood in the square of the North Amry's headquarters. He wore a phoenix military coat and his face was still concealed under a Leviathan mask. Behind him were Colin and the Elite Eight, inspecting as the troops gathered.
At the corner of the square.
Myron from the North's Seven Champions had assembled Division 113's troops that he was in charge of, along with his independently established unit: the Panthera Battalion.
He was giving an admonitory talk to them.
Regular generals were not only in charge of managing troops, but they were also assigned independent units, such as artillery or engineer battalions.
Myron's battalion unit was special; it was the North Army's famed Panthera Battalion.
The Panthera Battalion was comprised of strong men with extensive battle experience. Not only were they well-trained, but they were also fearless and wouldn't blink twice when killing on the battlefield.
Among the North Army's many military units, the Panthera Battalion was one of the strongest. Its combat power was classed as a level under both the Eighteen Riders and Nathan's own Felidae battalion.
Establishing this battalion was something that Myron has always been proud of.
The soldiers' strengths and equipment within the Panthera Battalion were far superior to those of ordinary troops. That made the Panthera Battalion's soldiers very arrogant and unruly.
A moment passed, when Myron, the Panthera Battalion, and Division 113, all noticed the arrival of the Chief Military Governor.
The Panthera Battalion soldiers originally stood well-composed in a uniform line. But this orderly manner faded before the Chief Military Governor, the men intentionally held themselves with a devil-may-care attitude.
The Panthera Battalion soldiers stood slovenly, deliberately misbehaving.
Some even daringly glared at Nathan, expressing their discontentment for him with their unfriendly gazes.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Salute To The General (Nathan Cross)