At dawn, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, Yilin had already experienced several defeats and disintegrations, and the remaining two thousand troops were forced to retreat to the edge of Baicheng.

Every soldier was injured. After a night of fierce battle, some knights even lost their horses.

Yilin was shot in the arm and was cut on her shoulder. Halls was shot in the abdomen, and Mike's face was covered in blood. Even the Earl of Grugru, who was under heavy protection, was already in a mess.

Everyone is exhausted.

The energetic troops when they set out are now on the verge of collapse.

Opposite them, there were a total of 40,000 almost unscathed, and the line was neatly arranged, with countless flags flying in the wind.

On the slope facing Yilin, in the middle of the army, the king rode a tall horse and raised his head high, looking down at them, as proud as a god.

Standing on both sides of his side were the Bishop, and the bloated and obese Earl Casper, who made great contributions to this battle.

"Go into the city, you can only go into the city if you retreat." Halls whispered beside Elin.

"What are you doing when you enter the city?" Yilin smiled helplessly and said, "Entering the city is just to let the residents bury me. They have no vows with me and have no obligation."

Earl Grugru, who was beside him, looked carefully at Yilin. Her hair was messy and her body was covered with mud and sand. Her expression was so tired that she seemed to fall asleep at any time.

Behind them, countless white city residents gathered on the edge and watched from afar, their faces filled with fear.

Once the war spreads to the town, it is equivalent to allowing soldiers to loot legally. This means that all of them will suffer. In fact, such things are not uncommon in war.

A carriage drove out of Baicheng from the arch bridge far away from Yilin and ran towards the king's army. It attracted everyone's attention.

Soon, the carriage came down by the soldiers and arrived at the king's side. The door opened and Edward III walked down.

The king nodded with satisfaction.

Edward III saluted silently and then stood respectfully aside.

"What's going on? Has the castle been captured?"

"How is this possible? We don't have their troops behind us."

Suddenly, everyone around Yilin started to talk.

"No. I have seen this coachman. The castle was not captured, it was just betrayed." The wind gently blew on his hair, and Yilin sighed softly.

"The castle has betrayed, what about Shelley?" Earl Grugru was shocked and quickly climbed up the stone beside him and looked back.

"The Earl of Grugru is there!" someone shouted loudly.

From afar, Earl Grugru saw Shelley holding her skirt anxiously, and was rushing towards him through the scattered military formations under the guidance of several soldiers.

"Grandpa!" Shelley hugged the legs of the Earl Grugru who was standing on the stone.

"It's fine if you're fine." Earl Grugru bowed and smiled, gently stroked Shelley's head and said, "We have lost, but Grandpa will try to save you."

"But, Gray is gone." Shelley choked.

"In this situation, anyone who has disappeared is possible. The only thing grandpa doesn't want is that the one who is missing is you."

Shelley turned around, stood on tiptoe and looked around, hoping to see the familiar figure. But she didn't even know where to look, and no one could give her the answer.

A large number of soldiers holding giant shields gathered next to the king, guarding the king, bishop, Earl of Casper, and Edward III moved forward little by little until the front line stopped.

Looking at Yilin, who was also in a military formation and was in a mess, the king shouted loudly: "Yilin! You have lost! Now I will give you a choice to give up the inheritance of the title of Beshire family and marry the son of Earl Casper. If you agree, immediately swear in front of everyone. In this way, I can consider pardoning those who follow you. Of course, there are a few that will definitely not be pardoned. I hope you can understand."

"Is the oath useful?" Yilin responded loudly.

The soldiers made way out of an aisle, and Yilin covered the wound on her shoulder and moved forward step by step. Shelley supported the Earl of Grugru who had fainted at any time and followed her tightly. There were also Halls, Mike, Abby Robles, Pas, and the most determined people who supported Yilin appeared at the front line one by one, looking at the king from afar.

"Offer is of course useful!" the king said firmly.

"Is that?" Yilin smiled: "Don't you think it's ridiculous to say this? What is the vow between our Beshire family and the royal family? Shouldn't the royal family ensure the rights and interests of the first heir of the Beshire family? But look at what you have done!"

"You are not the first heir! Your younger brother is!"

"I don't have a brother! What's the truth? You and I know it in our hearts! Not only you, but Edward III! What is the vow between the Field family and the Beshell family?"

"The one he needs to be loyal is Duke Beshir, and you have not inherited the title yet!"

"What about Earl Caspa? Earl Caspa swears allegiance to me in front of the residents of the Salt Fish Harbor! Uncle Caspa! Let me tell us what the reason for your betrayal is based!"

Turning his face sideways, the king glanced at Earl Casper indifferently.

Earl Casper was a little panicked, but after just looking around, he straightened his back and pretended to be calm.

After absolutely, Yilin continued to shout loudly: "If the oath is for betrayal, what is the use of the oath? Tell me!"

The bishop's eyes drooped slightly.

Noting this detail, the king could only yell: "No matter what, you have no choice! For yourself and for those who follow you, you should surrender! Accept my arrangement! This is your last chance!"

"No!" The wind flew gently, raised his hair, and Yilin inserted the sword heavily in front of her, shouting hysterically: "I will not surrender! For the sake of the Beshir family, I will stick to the last moment!"

The sun shines on her body through the clouds, wearing military uniform. It was a girl's last courage, last firmness, and last persistence.

Everyone was watching, watching the girl who was only seventeen years old, and her final madness.

Everyone was silent.

Turning her face, she whispered to the soldiers around her: "But, I won't mind you compromise. You are all the best soldiers..."

The soldiers who were extremely tired were holding on one by one, all looking at her.

With his face down, Yilin gasped heavily and said softly: "Thank you, thank you for fighting with me until now. But you still have parents, wives and children, and you should not die here because of my stubbornness. I, Yilin Bebera Beshir, will cancel my oath with you from this moment. Ahem... This war is my own business now."

The soldiers around were stunned.

The power and righteousness of a noble are composed of oaths, allegiance and being loyal. When a noble claims to have given up all vows, he is actually giving up everything.

Elin held the hilt of the sword and whispered: "This is the last order, leave here."

"Miss Yilin..." Mike wanted to argue.

"No need, really." Yilin said in a daze: "I'll repeat it again and leave here."

Silence, a long silence.

Finally, a soldier abandoned the weapon in his hand, walked slowly to Yilin and knelt down on one knee, and saluted solemnly.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, the fourth, the fourth...

Yilin slowly raised her head and looked blankly at the dark military formation opposite.

The corners of the king's mouth rose slightly and he smiled.

With Shelley's support, Earl Grugru also came to Yilin and knelt down with difficulty.

"Grandpa, we want to..."

“It’s meaningless.”

"But, but Gray hasn't come yet."

"He won't come."

Shelley looked around blankly, she didn't believe it, she didn't believe that her favorite knight would retreat at this moment.

However, reality slapped her ruthlessly, and she could only lower her head helplessly.

More and more people threw down weapons, including Pas and his mercenary regiments, until... all, Mike, Halls, Abby Robles.

They were either unwilling to accept it or unwilling to do so, but without exception, they all followed Yilin's order and threw down their weapons.

The soldiers scattered in all directions, and there were fewer and fewer people around Yilin. Until the end, she was the only one standing on the plain, leaning on the Baicheng left by her ancestors alone, facing the king's 40,000 army.

"Very good, since that's the case, I will fulfill your glory as a lord." The king waved his hand gently.

The Golden Armored Knights quickly departed and set up their formation at the front line.

Yilin held the hilt tightly, trembling. The severe pain, blood loss, and severe overdrawing of energy had already made her mind a little confused. But she still had to grit her teeth and stand, even though she had nothing.

Oh no, and there is still one vow left to her that she has not been lifted, and her vow to Gray. Because Gray is not here.

"What would happen if he was here? It seemed... it couldn't happen either." She thought helplessly and breathed a long sigh.

The king's hand was raised high, which was a signal of preparing to charge.

The horn sounded, and the iron cavalry of the Golden Armored Knights reorganized their formations. A total of three thousand elite blades pointed at a woman.

The bishop slowly closed his eyes.

Shelley covered her lips.

Earl Grugru won't go over his face.

McChe burst into tears silently.

Halls cried loudly.

Abby Robles fell to the ground as if he had lost his soul.

Every inhabitant in Baicheng was watching.

However, just as the king was about to wave his hand, a voice rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

“Honest!”

The king's hand stopped.
To be continued...