Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1317

Chapter 1318

The crowd turned their heads at once and saw a horse galloping toward them, dust billowing in its wake. Its rider was wrapped in the warm sunlight, making it hard to see his face clearly.

It looked like who they were expecting, but maybe it wasn't.

Louis and Timothy both looked up sharply, their eyes instantly reddening. A lump caught in their throats, and they were too overwhelmed to even shout.

He wasn't wearing armor-just the plain, rough clothes of a commoner. From a distance, he appeared ordinary and unremarkable.

The man reined in his horse before the gathered soldiers, his gaze slowly sweeping across them. His face turned slowly, allowing the people in the front row to see it with crystal clarity.

After a long, stunned silence, the crowd erupted into jubilant cries.

"It's Marshal Sanford! The marshal has returned!"

"Marshal Sanford isn't dead!"

"With Marshal Sanford here, we'll surely win!"

"Victory is ours!"

The cheers came in waves, each one louder than the last. It was as if the frustrations of the last battle, the smothered anger, and the hatred for Oliver had all been released at that moment.

The generals watched, tears welling in their eyes. Since Oliver's cowardly retreat, they had not seen morale so high.

do or say anything,

time, Rafael's presence here was the best way to crush

and called out, "A mere 200,000 enemy soldiers? We've defeated them before! We are the new Southern Frontier

"We don't!"

echoed into the

forward through the ranks, his voice growing louder. "Tell me, can you

"Yes, sir!"

The roar was deafening!

anyone a coward? Step

"No, sir!"

soldiers stood

over him. He looked every inch the War God people claimed him to be. His voice rang out with

far as the eye could see, raised their arms in unison, roaring at the top of their

Army, the Sinclair Army, and the Hell Monarch Army, raised their banners high, their

and over, until their throats were raw. Yet the fervor of their words

their confidence. They had almost forgotten that

their determination had been rekindled, and they longed for nothing more than to march onto the battlefield and fight with

voice ringing out

fled are nothing but cowardly traitors, and

of land has been stained with the

they can take our land, they'll

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