Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 71

A large hand picked up the fallen wine pouch.

The man twisted it open and sniffed the contents, and his eyes shone with delight. However, his words. were filled with anger.

"How dare you hoard fine wine in the military camp? This will be confiscated!"

With that, he turned and stormed off.

Carissa sat on the ground, rubbing her nose and blinked away tears. She could only vaguely see a tall figure darting back toward the command tent. "The marshal confiscated it," Bun said, stunned. Then, he sighed deeply. "Even a sip would have been fine. Why make such a fuss? Now it's gone."

Violet didn't expect Rafael to come by either, and chuckled. "Do you really think I just had one pouch when my bag is so huge?"

Bun and Travis hurried inside, singing Violet's praises. Then, they quickly drank another pouch of wine that Violet had stashed away.

-It was refreshing!

The call to arms for the second battle sounded, and the ground shook with the pounding of iron hooves, as if the earth itself were being torn apart.

Rafael ordered that the focus of this battle be on injuring the enemy rather than killing.

was puzzled. "If we can kill the enemy, why not? Injured enemies will just come back to fight

Rose Spear, and replied,

is it?" Bun

explained, "On the battlefield, we follow the marshal's orders, and mine as well. Injure the enemy's limbs and tendons, or cut off their arms and legs. Only kill if absolutely necessary!" There was no time for more discussion; the

Spear, Carissa quickly became a target.

long spears thrust at her simultaneously, but Carissa leapt into the air and vanished. The enemles, unable to adjust in time, ended up

whip moving like a

she shouted,

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with powerful, fluid motions, sending the spearheads flying into the enemy ranks. Each strike found its mark, piercing through

at each other. Their teamwork was

the five of them, they decided to

knife, Travis with his sword,

Rose Spear drew blood. Her attacks either severed tendons or shattered leg

City-horns of attack, cries of agony, and the clash of swords echoed throughout the surrounding wilderness. The sky was thick with a red haze of blood,

himself, wielding his golden blade with precision and

many wounded opponents would slow the enemy's progress. With the limited number of medics, some soldiers needed to stay behind to care for the injured. No commander would ignore the welfare of his wounded, as it affects