Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“I lost count after thirty,” Carissa said, raising her arm. The Rose Spear felt incredibly heavy.

War was truly exhausting.

“I counted–I killed fifty!” Bun tried to jump up with a fancy flip, but ended up face–planting to the ground instead.

Because there were too many people on the battlefield, Bun’s sword had been knocked away. He ended

up using his fiste feet to fight before finally retrieving his weapon after the enemy forces had

retreated.

“I killed sixty–three,” Violet reported.

Rafael’s deputy, Dylan, approached them, covered in blood and grime.

Carissa sat up first, then used the Rose Spear to help herself stand. “Deputy Ziegler!”

“Carissa!” Dylan’s eyes sparkled with surprise and excitement. “Do you know how many enemies you’ve killed?”

“No, I lost count,” Carissa replied.

his hands

throats–just counting those, there were over three hundred! That doesn’t even include those you didn’t stab in the throat. You’re amazing! Is this

Carissa said, struggling to stay

so Dylan urged, “Come

marshal wants to see us? We

promotion. Bun had definitely killed fifty, and Carissa had done exceptionally well, proving herself as the

only to find several generals already seated inside,

stopped in his tracks, realizing there was no room left. The sudden halt caused everyone behind him to stumble and fall. There was now a

by the

laughed. His gaze fell on Carissa, and his eyes were particularly bright. “Carissa, you were

to be modest, so she

you have General Sinclair’s spirit!” Timothy said

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she nearly fell to her knees. She

walked up to Carissa, his imposing figure almost overshadowing

gravelly voice carried a weight of

our command,

as a regiment commander!

and

for the others, they are appointed battalion commanders with

unfamiliar with military ranks, so they began counting. A battalion commander commanded one hundred soldiers, while a regiment commander commanded one