Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 540

Chapter 540

On the evening of June eighteenth, the ten men raised their coarse cups that were. filled with cold water. For years, they hadn’t had coffee or a drop of alcohol.

In the border city, coffee was a luxury they couldn’t afford. And though cheap, they didn’t dare touch the local wine. They feared that even a single sip might lead them to reveal their identities in their drunken state, which would lead to their doom.

The only time they had bought alcohol was when they learned about the deaths of Hector and his six sons. Even then, they hadn’t drank it, but instead poured the liquor onto the ground in tribute to their fallen leader. That night, they had spent hours sobbing under their blankets.

But they were only allowed a single night of mourning. The next day, they had to dry their tears and continue their perilous journey, as the Southern Frontier had yet to be reclaimed then.

After the Southern Frontier was recaptured and Victor brought his troops to the border city, it became impossible for the Septimus Tetra reconnaissance team to send messages. Crossing the border had also become exceedingly difficult.

Previously, they had mingled with convoys carrying food and goods to Simonton City to deliver intelligence. Now, they couldn’t even manage to blend in and escape.

After Starhaven reclaimed the Southern Frontier, they spent their days trying to find a way to escape. They had run all over, which led to Law being captured.

to severe torture after his capture, but he never betrayed them. Otherwise, the Sandorian soldiers would have already found them. Law’s resolve was unyielding, preferring

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themselves. They shed their ragged clothing and donned their new clothes, which they had sewn

who fought on battlefields with swords and knives, so how could they have any skill in sewing? Yet, over the years, they had been unable

weapons. They had come out of the prisoner camp with

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clothes torn to shreds from beatings. After several years of hardship, they now possessed their own reliable swords. When hot on intelligence missions, Tom and

like resilient weeds surviving in the desert. Their loyalty and sense of duty. were the only things

It was bright and clear, its light dimming the stars

If this mission failed, they would be buried here in the border city. If that happened, they hoped their spirits would return to their homeland

of tragic determination, they set out. They knew every road in this border city so well that they could walk

near the garrison,

It was almost time.

be used to station archers. However, due to the heavy troop presence, no archers were currently stationed there.