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 once they

held the Rose Spear,

it?"

cut off their arms and legs. Only kill if absolutely necessary!" There was no time for more discussion; the

became a target. Over a hundred enemy soldiers surrounded

enemles, unable to adjust in time, ended up hitting their own comrades with their spears

over the circle of soldiers, her long whip moving like a swift

shouted, "Carissa,

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fluid motions, sending the spearheads flying into the enemy ranks. Each strike

each other. Their teamwork was

they decided to consolidate their efforts, moving as one

his knife, Travis with his sword, Cynthia with her hammer, and Violet

each strike of her Rose Spear drew blood. Her attacks either severed tendons or shattered leg

echoed throughout

adjusting tactics, advancing step by step. He joined the fight himself, wielding

lethal force, not out of mercy, but because he knew that many wounded opponents would slow the enemy's progress. With the limited number of medics, some soldiers needed to stay behind to care for