Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1459 Patrick was taken aback by Carissa's calm response. For a brief moment, he stood there in stunned silence, then couldn't help but admire her. Even with her husband missing on the front lines, she managed to stay composed and offer such a level-headed analysis.

Sending reinforcements now could mean sending Chester's forces, those from Victory Pass, or even the Capital Army under Thomas' command. However, all of these options were too far away to make a difference in time.

The real issue wasn't the battle at the Southern Frontier, but the situation at the Atamore Mountain Range. The reinforcements would only serve to hold the Southern Frontier, not to change the course of the battle already unfolding.

Salvador listened to everyone's opinions, his face unreadable. He didn't make a decision, merely saying that they would have to wait.

It was clear-no reinforcements would be sent.

Later that evening, Thomas and Rosalind paid a visit to Carissa. Thomas could sense that Carissa might still be worried, so he brought Rosalind along to discuss the situation further, hoping to put her mind at

ease.

"This battle is bound to be tough, but our army's aim is to eliminate several enemy leaders and strike a blow to their morale. Marshal Sanford's strategy is likely to draw the enemy into a trap. If they can use the terrain of Mount Whitemist to their advantage, it could be the deciding factor," he said.

the Atamore Mountain Range well, General

complicated, and the Southern Frontier Army has been stationed there long enough. They've probably already scouted the favorable positions. If they make good use of the mountain

thoughtfully. "I believe

map isn't perfect, but it gives a

she looked up at Thomas. "So, you want me to send this to Marshal

his head with a knowing look. "Marshal Sanford has probably figured it out himself

lines herself, so he had brought her the map to aid her. It seemed the married couple's quiet forays into

can't win

in relief and smiled in return. "Yes, you're right. It's better this way. It's best if you stay

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elite soldiers, watching the cold embrace the land. The days were warm, but the nights were far colder,

one entrance. It was a high, narrow pass surrounded by towering cliffs, with a

never manage to scale these heights, but once his forces entered Mount Whitemist, a natural trap would be

the right moment, a