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.

clapped his hands

enemies you killed. You used your spear to pierce their 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

but I’m so exhausted,” Carissa said, struggling to stay on her feet. She was unsure if it was

about to sit down again, so Dylan urged, “Come quickly! The marshal

“The marshal wants to

been told that killing thirty enemies would earn them a promotion. Bun had definitely killed fifty, and Carissa had done

the command tent, only to find

behind him to stumble and fall. There was now a chaotic heap of live valiant youths on the ground, eliciting laughter

the spectacle,

Carissa, and

be modest, so she simply

Sinclair’s spirit!” Timothy

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that she nearly fell to her knees. She

rose and walked up to Carissa, his imposing figure

voice carried

our command,

a regiment commander! You’ll have a thousand soldiers under

and

full control over them. As for the others, they are appointed battalion commanders with a hundred

so they began counting. A battalion commander commanded one hundred