This time it's over. I don't want to be this company commander anymore. I'll take the money and go to the south to buy a manor and live my life. Go to hell with his northern kingdom and northernism.

With this thought in mind, Suder rounded the corner and saw the high platform in the distance and the soldiers sitting all the way to the front.

Although one hundred of Suder's soldiers were reluctant, they still sat down separately - otherwise so many soldiers could drown them all with just a drop of spit.

Seeing his soldiers dying before the absolute violence, Suder's terrible mood finally improved a little.

"How long will it take for Mr. Marin to come?" Carmen's platoon officer looked at Tokin.

"He is communicating with our regiment commander and will be on stage soon." Tokin replied, and at the same time glanced at the platoon deputy: "What faction are you from?"

"Royalists, I hate those damn serfs and traitors who dress them up as revolutionaries. Why would they betray this country now that the enemy is facing us?" the platoon deputy replied plausibly.

"Ha, if you hadn't killed the forerunners of Northernism, would Northernism have chosen your so-called betrayal? Think carefully about what your nobles did before speaking. If it weren't for us choosing Mr. Marin, I personally would definitely

Will join Northernism." At this time, a soldier from the Northern Legion suddenly turned to look at the platoon deputy.

His speech silenced the Royalist soldiers for a moment.

Suder had already put his hand on the holster of his gun - if there was a real fight, he would have no choice but to kiss them.

But he didn't have the chance to take out his pistol because there was a wave of cheers from the front.

Mr. Marin is here.

Watching Your Excellency walking towards the high platform, Sudel wanted to cry for some reason.
Chapter completed!