Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1317

Alec arrived to report the casualties from the first battle: 356 dead, and 1,732 injured.

The mood among the officers immediately plunged back to the freezing point.

They had been tasked with defending the city, with archers stationed on the walls. But even with their defensive advantage, the Sandorians had managed to deploy their siege ladders and hurl stones, causing so much loss of life and injury.

This wasn’t even a full–scale siege–the Sandorians were simply testing their strength and the teamwork of the Southern Frontier Army.

It was clear that the Sandorians understood the situation. They weren’t rushing to deploy their full forces. Instead, they were playing a psychological game, careful not to provoke a decisive battle just yet.

The Southern Frontier Army, despite their diminished morale, would fight fiercely once their lives were at stake

But if these probing attacks continued, the casualties would steadily rise. Ultimately, the psychological toll would break the Southern Frontier Army’s will to fight.

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At this point, discussing battle strategies seemed pointless. Everyone’s spirits were so low that they couldn’t muster the strength to even consider another fight. It would be a futile sacrifice.

The military advisors had smoked nearly an entire pouch of dry tobacco, their minds unable to come up with a new plan. Even if the court decided to send reinforcements, it wasn’t clear who would be chosen.

For now, they just had to deal with the situation.

“Gather the soldiers tomorrow. We need to write a speech to rally their spirits. We can’t let this go on any longer,” one of the military advisors suggested.

Timothy rubbed his face with both hands, wiping off a layer of dust mixed with dried blood. It wasn’t his blood, but the blood of a soldier who had been standing beside him, struck in the head by a stone from a trebuchet. The blood had splattered across his face.

was feeling especially

believes the Hell Monarch has been killed. Unless he appears on the battlefield in the Southern Frontier, the morale of the troops will continue to falter, and their hatred of the

took Alec’s pipe, inspecting it for a moment before setting it aside as it

he added, “is the collapse of morale after Mr. Prince escaped. The soldiers no longer believe victory is possible. To them, stepping into battle now is just walking to their deaths. If the Sandorians keep up these smaller–scale assaults, our troops‘ morale will be crushed completely. Soon, the Southern

Louis, his hesitation

in his eyes. “Don’t ask. If

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Chapter 1317

But there’s been no word from him at

fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think we should be so pessimistic. His Majesty can’t possibly believe His Highness is a traitor At the end of the day, they’re still

far from the Southern Frontier, they understood Salvador’s temperament well

whom he had once tried desperately to keep in the court. Over the years, he had systematically undermined the power

need Jeremiah to advise him. He only needed the older man to sit in the council, to maintain the illusion of control and

the original Southern Frontier Army, the Hell Monarch Army, and the Sinclair Army.

was so dense that it seemed to stretch endlessly, much like

upon closer inspection, the difference was

voices thundering, now there was no fire in their hearts. Their eyes were filled with disappointment and confusion, their bodies devoid of any fighting

the ranks. He spoke passionately of the Southern Frontier Army’s past victories, of how they would utterly crush the

cheers he had once stirred up were nowhere to be heard. Instead, there were only a few scattered, lackluster shouts, lacking any energy or

His eyes blazed with anger. He swiftly mounted his horse and shouted, “Pull yourselves together! What’s this pitiful display? Are you still the undefeated Southern Frontier Army, or have you

shouted, “General Quinton,

many others soon started throwing their questions. Each voice was louder than the last,