Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1318

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The crowd turned their heads at once and saw a horse galloping toward them, dust billowing in its wake. Its rider was wrapped in the warm sunlight, making it hard to see his face clearly.

It looked like who they were expecting, but maybe it wasn’t.

Louis and Timothy both looked up sharply, their eyes instantly reddening. A lump caught in their throats, and they were too overwhelmed to even shout

He wasn’t wearing armor–just the plain, rough clothes of a commoner. From a distance, he appeared ordinary and unremarkable.

The man reined in his horse before the gathered soldiers, his gaze slowly sweeping across them. His face turned slowly, allowing the people in the front row to see it with crystal clarity.

After a long, stunned silence, the crowd erupted into jubilant cries.

“It’s Marshal Sanford! The marshal has returned!”

“Marshal Sanford isn’t dead!”

“With Marshal Sanford here, we’ll surely win!”

“Victory is ours!”

The cheers came in waves, each one louder than the last. It was as if the frustrations of the last battle, the smothered anger, and the hatred for Oliver had all been released at that moment.

The generals watched, tears welling in their eyes. Since Oliver’s cowardly retreat, they had not seen morale so high.

Some people just needed to stand there before the crowd. They didn’t need to do or say anything, yet they could ignite a spark of power and hope in everyone around them.

was

be seen as false too–everyone would think this way. Rafael raised his sword high and called out, “A mere

“We don’t!”

shouts echoed into the

forward through the ranks, his voice growing louder. “Tell me, can you

“Yes, sir!”

The roar was deafening!

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a coward?

“No, sir!”

soldiers stood

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to be. His voice rang out with undeniable strength, resolute and unwavering. “Now show me,

as the eye could see, raised their arms in unison, roaring at the top

new Southern Frontier Army, composed of the original Southern Frontier Army, the Sinclair Army, and the Hell Monarch Army, raised their banners high their voices

until their throats were raw. Yet the fervor of

shaking their confidence. They had almost forgotten that they were once the undefeated Southern Frontier

their determination had been rekindled, and they longed

ringing out with words of

fled are nothing but cowardly traitors, and they will be nailed to the

Every inch of land has been stained with the blood of our comrades. We

can take our land, they’ll have to

enemy. We must fight a glorious battle, one that will make His Majesty and

powered by his inner force,

with the sounds of rallying