Chapter 127
Chapter 127
In the open hall on the ground floor, the pudgy boy’s father was holding a bowl and trying to coax him into eating more food. “If you want to grow up to be as cool as those soldiers, then you’ll have to eat your food.”
“Did you know? Those soldiers are so brave and strong and great at fighting! No one is able to lay a finger on them...”
The father hadn’t even finished his sentence when cries of agony filled the hall. He looked up and saw Jackson and his men tumbling down the stairs, one by one.
The father and the pudgy boy, and all the other patrons in the restaurant had their jaws dropped in awe as they stared on speechlessly.
The pudgy boy noticed Jackson’s swollen face as well as the others who were being thrown down the stairs. Terror filled his little face and he shook his head fervently. “I don’t want to be a soldier anymore! “
Jackson overheard the little boy’s frantic pleas as he struggled to stand up. He felt his face burning out of pain and humiliation.
His comrades were also looking equally pathetic and embarrassed.
They helped each other up, before turning to Jackson. “Quelch, Nathan is way more capable than we imagined. What do we do now?”
Jackson tilted his head and looked up the stairs, seething with anger. “Retreat. We need another plan.”
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Benson and Leah were still in shock. They turned to Nathan, “What just happened?”
Nathan replied calmly, “A pompous rich guy tried to take advantage of Penn earlier, so I beat him up. These idiots were probably trying to help him settle the score.”
Penny could tell that Jackson and his men were there to avenge the insult on Jerry Zabinski. It was a good thing Nathan was able to take care of them.
Benson and Leah could only gasp at the appalling behaviors of the ruthless rich. Then, they nagged at Penny and Nathan to watch their safety and to call the police if anything else happened. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Ultimately, their night of celebration was dampened by the arrival of Jackson and his men.
So they decided to just call it a night seeing that they had pretty much finished eating.
When they arrived home, Nathan walked out onto the balcony and gave Colin Dunne a call, asking him to fortify the protection for his family.
Colin agreed right away when he suddenly remembered something. “General, do you remember that battle up North? The Battle at Serpent Pass?”
Upon hearing Colin, the events of the battle immediately flashed through Nathan’s mind.
A large group of invaders had started one of the fiercest battles in the North in the recent thirty years and that battle was named the Battle at Serpent Pass.
It was then that Nathan’s capabilities took the world by storm, thus allowing him to be promoted to General and was given the title of Ares.
As the saying went, a general’s success is built on a bedrock of dead bodies.
In that battle, Nathan led a hundred thousand men to decimate five hundred thousand invaders.
He was bestowed the title of Ares, but eight thousand soldiers of the North lost their lives in that war.
That battle was both Nathan’s pride and pain.
His most treasured subordinate, Aaron Forst, led an infantry battalion of two thousand men in the battle which none of whom had survived.
Nathan’s eyes misted over, but his voice remained steady. “Of course I do. But I nearly forgot that Aaron and quite a few of his men were from Alberesque.”
Most of the men in the Iron Regiment including Aaron Forst were born and raised in Alberesque.
Colin spoke his next words carefully. “The Southerners are a very sentimental bunch. It’s the Ghost Festival tomorrow, and everyone will be lighting bonfires and burning joss paper in remembrance of their deceased loved ones.”
“I know that Captain Forst was one of your most cherished subordinates. So I was wondering if you would like to follow their traditions and do the same for the comrades who had lost their lives in the war?”
A pained look flashed across Nathan’s eyes. “Everyone knows how the war started and how it ended. But no one realizes just how much suffering and agony the Southerners had gone through.”
“You’ll accompany me to Alberesque tomorrow. I’ll pay a visit to the families of Aaron Forst and his comrades. And we’ll light a bonfire by the river for all the brave souls that we have lost.”
“Yes, sir!” replied Colin.