The war has never approached the city as it is now.

In previous years, Gris's plunder was limited to surrounding villages and towns, but this year, they actually fought directly to the capital.

For a moment, the despair of the Destroyed Kingdom enveloped the sky above Sila, and the atmosphere on the crowded streets filled with refugees was very depressing. Everyone had a gloomy face, like a powder barrel that was about to break out.

The streets were already crowded with refugees, most of whom were women and children. Young and middle-aged people were now forced to conscript and ready to fight in the city walls and outer city areas at any time.

A devout mother knelt on the ground and prayed to God: "...My father died in the war last year, and this year my husband went to the battlefield again. What about next year? Will even my children be sacrificed on the battlefield? God of kindness and greatness, why don't you descend the messenger to save us?"

The others next to him heard the mother's prayer and looked at her insensitively, then lowered their heads and squatted in the corner, continuing to wait for the arrival of despair.

"I can't win...we can't win..."

"Shut up! You idiot! Do you want to die??"

"I don't want to die, but we can't win..."

A woman who was already desperate said crying: "The Kingdom of Gris is so powerful, how can we win?"

A girl passing by said indignantly, hearing this, "Why is it impossible! I heard from the palace guards that His Majesty has sent a messenger to ask for help, and soon the Irrus Empire will come to support us!"

"Give up, how could the Irrus Empire come to support us..."

"Yes! Sure! If it were that Majesty!"

The girl named Beatreth's eyes were filled with hope. His Majesty Tang of the Irruth Empire is such a kind and powerful king, and he will definitely come!

"Everyone must persevere! That Majesty Tang En will definitely come to save us!"

"Impossible... It's too far from Yarinks..."

"Yes... What's more, we are just a small principality, and strictly speaking, our country is a traitor to the Irrus Empire. How could that Majesty Tangen come to save us..."

"He probably wishes that we all died."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Beatres anxious: "His Majesty Tangen is very kind! After he was crowned, he has always cared for the people, never increased the tax burden, and has continued to implement some policies that are beneficial to the people, which shows that he must be a very visionary and ambitious emperor! And now our Principal of Sila has always wanted to return to the Irrus Empire. If it were him, if it was him... he would... he would... be... "

As Beatrice said, tears came out uncontrollably. She wiped her tears and bit her lip and said, "...at least, I will not give up!"

She pulled out the slender sword from her waist and rushed out.

"where you go!?"

"I have to fight too! Even if I die, I don't want to stay here and wait for death! Even if I die, I have to kill a hateful Grace!"

The girl ran away for less than two steps when she suddenly hit a person and fell to the ground.

Beatrice subconsciously said, "Yes, right...hum!"

When Beatrice raised her head and found that she was a young man, her face suddenly became very bad. She snorted coldly, didn't apologize anymore, got up and patted her butt. She planned to continue running to the city wall.

The man suddenly pressed Beatrice's head and asked in a low voice: "Little girl, just your strength is enough to fight?"

“So what?”

Beatrice bit her lower lip, her eyes full of anger: "Everyone has stepped onto the battlefield to protect this country, but only you, you profit-oriented businessmen, can not go to the battlefield! Why? Why do we need to protect you with our lives!?"

Seeing that the man who was blocking her was fair in skin and had no breath of fireworks on her body, and Wenwen looked weak and didn't look like a mercenary or a soldier. She was obviously a businessman, she immediately became angry.

A profit-oriented businessman?

The man was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Well, from a certain perspective, he is indeed a businessman, but the word "profit is not in line with him...

"Get out of here!"

Beatrice screamed, "You don't go to the battlefield yourself, don't block my way!"

The man sighed, snatched the slender sword from the girl's hand and pushed her back: "At least, there is no time to let you girls go to the battlefield..."

"Damn it! You hateful guy! Return the sword to me!"

The man glanced at the slender sword in his hand and shook his head: "This sword is OK for decoration. It is obviously a ritual sword. Do you plan to use this sword to kill the enemy? And then again... people who are worthy of this sword... shouldn't appear here, right?"

Beatrice's face changed slightly, and she snatched her neck and took back her long sword: "You care about me so much!? I want to fight too! I want to protect our home!"

"The battlefield is not the place where you little girls play house..."

The man shook his head and was about to persuade him to leave when he saw a few maids running from afar. After they saw Betrex, they ran over in surprise: "Master... Betrex, why did you run out at this time? Go back with us quickly! It's too dangerous outside!"

"What are you going back? It's dangerous outside, but it's not dangerous inside!? When is this time!"

Beatrice simply stopped hiding it, and grabbed the hairband that fixed her hair with her hair. Her blonde hair was spreading behind her back. She pulled off the linen robe, revealing the leather armored military uniform inside. The Silas royal badge on her chest shone brightly. She held up her sword and shouted loudly: "I am Beatrice Cecil, the princess of the Principality of Silas! Now I swear here that I will never betray my people. I will live and die with Silas! Even if every drop of blood in our Cecil family is exhausted, we will fight to protect this country! Without hope, we will create hope! Without chance of victory, we will create opportunities!"

"The reinforcements from the Irrus Empire are coming! If we can delay a little more time, the greater the hope we will live!"

"Everyone, take action! Don't sit here and wait for death!"

"Your husbands and children are fighting hard on the front line! Are we really just waiting to die here!?"

"We don't have weapons, we will make it ourselves!"

"Even if we don't go to the battlefield, we can play our role!"

"Whoever says that women can only wait for death in war! We must use our own strength to let the despicable Gris people know that they have angered us!"

Beatrice incited the emotions of those refugees as much as possible. The refugees who were originally very negative were unknowingly infected by her, and the light of hope regained its despairing eyes.

"It's Princess Beatres!"

"Even Princess Beatrice is about to fight. What qualifications do we have to wait for death here..."

"Yes! We may not be able to raise our weapons to fight, but we can also send our own uses in the rear!"

"Stand up! Everyone stands up! If you want to survive, everyone will work hard together!"

"Those demons come to bully us every year. Are we just going to endure it?"

Seeing that everyone finally had the fighting spirit, Beatrice immediately became excited and shouted loudly: "That's right! That's it! Maybe we can't beat them, but at least we can bite them hard before dying, which is also our will to resist!"

"Now, please gather quickly, notify your neighbors, count the number of people and the number of rooms available!"

"In order to prevent bows and arrows from shooting, transfer the elderly and children to the room immediately. Don't waste houses with cellars! Make sure that there is no one on the street as much as possible!"

"To prevent the rocket from igniting the house, please send water to wet the roof of the house now!"

"People who can weave now start weaving dummies. We put the dummies on the city wall. Even if we cannot kill the enemy, we can enhance our momentum. Perhaps we can also deceive some arrows to use!"

"Action! Take action!"

Under the command of Beatrice, the refugees who were numb to death actually started to act. Maybe they were very hungry at the moment, maybe they were very tired, but for the lives of themselves and their children and for the future of this country, these refugees insisted on standing up and began to get busy.

At first, their cooperation was very unfamiliar, but as they began to divide the labor clearly, their cooperation immediately became very smooth.

The man stood beside him and witnessed all this. He looked at the girl who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old in surprise.

Talent!

Although this is a special period, it is already amazing to organize people to resist under such adversity, not to mention that she is just a spoiled princess living in a castle.

"And you!"

After Beatrice gave everything, she glared at him and pointed at him and cursed with anger: "If you are a man of hands and feet, if you don't want to die in this city, just take up your weapons and go to the front line to fight!"

The man turned around and walked towards the castle when he heard this.

Seeing this, Beatrice stamped her feet in annoyance: "What a waste coward!" After turning around, a faint smile appeared on the man's face.

This is Syrah...

I didn’t expect that in this city-state, I could even find surprises.

At least, this trip was not in vain, it was worth it.

That's right, of course this man is Tang En.

After receiving the letter of help, Aurelia began to arrange support, and Tangen also accelerated the handling of the matter at hand, and then rushed to Syrah first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived here, he met such a talented princess who was so delicate and easy to push down?

This made Tang En feel a little ridiculous. The princess he met seemed to be none of them serious.
Chapter completed!