Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 846

The Eighteen Riders of the North took the form of eighteen hurricanes, as they wreaked havoc upon the Five Hundred White Robes of Yaleman.

In the blink of an eye, none of the Yalemans were unscathed.

Howls of pain and agony filled the sky, as a thick scent of fresh blood reaped across the air. The area had been transformed into hell.

The Eighteen Riders of the North were the trump card of the North Army.

To have them deal with the White Robes of Yaleman was to break a butterfly on a wheel.

The Eighteen Riders of the North charged straight into the battalion as if there was not a single soul ahead of them. They hacked their way through the line of defense that the Yuan had formed as if they were clearing weeds in the backyard.

Yaleman family's troops were completely annihilated. The corpses were scattered all over the battleground. It was a sorrowful sight to behold.

Chad Yaleman and Rowan Yaleman were completely dumbfounded.

In a mere blink of an eye, the Eighteen Riders of the North had penetrated the formation that the Yuan family had set up.

The Eighteen Riders of the North had just made one strike, and over half of the Five Hundred White Robes of Yaleman were slaughtered.

There were only a bit over two hundred lone soldiers left, standing on the battlefield.

Rowan Yaleman was petrified and he cried out, with his voice shaking, "Oh Lord. These riders are so terrifying. Are they demons sent straight from hell itself?"

Chad Yaleman also could not believe the sight, unfolding before him. The Eighteen Riders of the North were already reorganizing amongst themselves, preparing for a second strike.

His eyes reddened as he shouted with all his might, "Everyone gather! Get ready for the next wave! We are fighting on!"

However, the remaining troops of the Yaleman family were all battered and trembling as they involuntarily retreated, "Sir, we are not fighting anymore!"

"Y...Yes! These fellas are literally battle angels of death. There is no way that we can hold them off, let alone defeat them!"

"I say we run for our lives before they go on their second strike!"

The soldiers of the Yaleman family dropped their weapons one by one, scattering off in all directions.

Everyone wished that they could grow another pair of legs to aid them in their escape from the hell that they were in.