General MacArthur!
When that name rang out from the captured Eagle Country Agents' mouths...
Gasp...
Throughout the Martyrs' Cemetery, hundreds of thousands of Dragon Kingdom soldiers drew a sharp breath in unison!
Then an uproar erupted!
"Which MacArthur?"
"Who else could it be? The one in the military history textbooks! Eagle Country's War God, MacArthur!"
"My God! Didn't he retire ages ago? What's he doing here?"
Every general present, even the youngest, had seen that name countless times in their military academy textbooks!
MacArthur!
A living legend!
A warmonger who had left an indelible mark on Eagle Country's military history-and on the world's!
He had helped command several world-scale wars, amassing glorious achievements and a fearsome reputation.
It was no exaggeration to say that his standing in Eagle Country was even higher than Xu Anbang's in the Dragon Kingdom. He was a formidable figure on par with the Dragon Kingdom's late God of War, Qin Lie.
Even Yue Xiaofei felt his scalp prickle.
He had never imagined that he would meet someone here today who had existed only in history textbooks!
With every eye upon him.
MacArthur slowly descended the boarding stairs, an enormous cigar clenched between his teeth, as the Eagle Country Agents watched him with fervent reverence.
He completely ignored the hundreds of thousands of Dragon Kingdom soldiers massed around him, as well as the countless cold gun barrels trained on him. His leisurely manner made it seem as though he were strolling through his own backyard rather than surrounded by enemies.
"General! General, save me!"
The instant Smith, who lay sprawled on the ground, saw MacArthur, he seemed to have found his last savior. He scrambled over and clutched MacArthur's military boots, sobbing with tears and snot streaming down his face.
"General, they're going to kill