Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 67

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.

clapped his hands in

throats–just counting those, there were over three hundred! That doesn’t even include

kill that many? I didn’t keep track, but I’m so exhausted,” Carissa said, struggling to stay

sit down again, so Dylan urged,

wants to see us? We should go

thirty enemies would earn them a promotion. Bun had definitely

command tent, only to find several

tracks, realizing there was no room left. The sudden halt caused everyone behind him to stumble and fall. There was now a chaotic heap of live valiant youths on the

by the spectacle, kicked

on Carissa, and

was too exhausted to be modest,

have General Sinclair’s spirit!” Timothy

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also thrilled, and clapped Carissa’s shoulder with such force that she nearly fell

and walked up to Carissa, his imposing figure

gravelly voice carried

our command,

a regiment commander! You’ll

and

others, they are appointed battalion commanders with a hundred troops assigned to them, and

were unfamiliar with military ranks, so they began counting. A battalion

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