Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 56

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Carissa followed Rafael on horseback, glancing at the campfires spaced every few steps. Her heart sank at what she observed.

The Southern Frontier originally had three hundred thousand soldiers, with another hundred thousand seconded from Victory Pass, totaling four hundred thousand soldiers. From her observations, however, not even half of those numbers were left.

Rafael had marched through twenty–three cities, reclaiming all but two. It was clear many soldiers had sacrificed their lives.

Outside the command tent, vanguards and lieutenants stood on either side. Their armor was worn, their faces weather–beaten, and their beards unkempt.

A few generals stood a short distance away from the main tent. Carissa recognized one of them- Timothy Farrell, an old comrade of her father’s. He had even held her as a child.

Timothy strode up and stopped before Carissa. He studied her face, then said excitedly, “Carissa Sinclair? Is that you?”

“Timothy!” Carissa’s eyes stung.

nodded, then he turned away. Seeing Carissa reminded him of Hector

comrades approached, their eyes slightly

your mother’s

in

to discuss with His Highness. We’ll catch up

main tent, his imposing figure casting a shadow over Carissa. In his usual commanding tone, he ordered, “If you have

Carissa tightened her grip

than outside, in the center

side, there was a bed with bedding that had turned dirty gray, tainted with the scent of blood and medicinal herbs. In the corner, there were

A mat was laid beside the sand table. Rafael sat down first, his posture

this important military intelligence

and

intelligence from Sandona. Approximately three hundred thousand soldiers from Westhaven have entered Sandoria, wearing Sandorian soldiers‘ armor. They’re heading towards

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