Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1370

It wasn’t until that moment that Yuvan fully realized the extent of his defe

His lips trembled, and his legs gave way as he collapsed to the ground. Panic and fear surged within him. He thought of the tragic fates of past traitors who tried to rebel, and was struck with a deep, bone–chilling coldness.

He had considered the consequences of failure before, but he always thought that if he failed, he would just face death bravely. At worst, he would end his own life to avoid further suffering

But now, locked in a cold, iron–barred cell with no weapons in hand, he realized how grim things had become. The walls were strong, but he might not die right away even if he charged headfirst into them.

There were guards outside the cell. If he didn’t die, he might suffer even more than this.

However, it wasn’t the fear of torture that pierced Yuvan the most–it was his unwillingness to accept this fate.

How had it come to this? Even in defeat, he should’ve had a group of loyal men to stand by him. He had a group of men with him now, but it was clear none of them shared the same purpose. They weren’t united in heart, and that realization dug into him like a knife.

His gaze turned to the two men beside him. His voice trembled, though it carried an edge of bitter laughter.

two betrayed me, and what good has it done you? Have you found any favor in your new alliance? Will Nicholas

his voice as he gripped Wayne’s sleeve. “What’s happening outside? Will anyone come to save us? Please -tell me!

and hollow, carried the weariness

for half a month, and news has been slow to reach us. General Murray might have already

eyes filled with despair. “How could this have happened? No wonder they surrounded the city without attacking–they were

victor is a king, and the defeated are just men waiting for death. What’s

don’t want to die! I just want to live with some dignity— just not be

pulled me into this! I never wanted

echoing through the prison were Harvey’s cries

way, skilled men intercepted the carrier pigeons. Only one carrier pigeon managed to reach the capital–the

he sent out a pigeon with a small white ribbon tied to

get far before it was shot down by

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night of the fifth of July, a light rain began to

the bloodstains on the ground, which flowed together to form a faintly red stream. Clifford’s army didn’t have time to tend to the fallen soldiers and fled westward, in the