Chapter 1090 (1/2)

The war has never been so close to the city as it is now.

In previous years, Grace's captivity was limited to the surrounding villages and towns, but this year alone, they hit Wang Du directly.

For a moment, the despair of destroying the country shrouded over Sila. The crowded streets were crowded with refugees. The atmosphere was very depressed. Everyone had a gloomy face, like a powder keg.

The streets have long been crowded with refugees. The vast majority of these refugees are women and children. Young and middle-aged people have been forcibly recruited and are ready to fight at any time in the city walls and outer urban areas.

A devout mother knelt on the ground and prayed to God: ”... My father died in the war last year, my husband went to the battlefield this year, and next year? Will even my children die in the battlefield? Merciful and great Father God, why don't you send an envoy to save us?”

Other people nearby heard the mother's prayer, gave her a numb look, then bowed their heads and squatted in the corner to continue waiting for despair.

”We can't win... We can't win...”

”Shut up! You fool! Do you want to die!”

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

A desperate woman cried, ”the kingdom of grace is so powerful, how can we win?”

A passing girl was filled with indignation at the speech and said, ”why not! I heard from the palace guard that your majesty has sent a messenger to ask for help, and the Ilus empire will come to support us soon!”

”Give up, how could the Ilus Empire support us...”

”Yes! Certainly! If it were your majesty!”

The girl named Beatrice's eyes were full of hope. His majesty don of Ilus empire was such a kind and powerful king. He would come!

”We must stick to it! Your majesty Donne will come to save us!”

”Impossible... It's too far from Alex...”

”Yes... What's more, we are just a small principality, and strictly speaking, our country is still a traitor to the Ilus empire. How could his majesty Donne save us...”

”I'm afraid he'd like us all to die.”

”Don't talk nonsense!”

Beatrice was worried: ”Your Majesty Donne is very kind! Since his coronation, he has always been caring for the people, never increased his tax burden, and constantly pursued some policies conducive to civilians. It can be seen that he must be a very visionary and ambitious emperor! And now our principality of Silas has always wanted to return to the Ilus empire. If it is him, it is him... It must be him Yes... I will come... ”

As Beatrice spoke, tears burst out uncontrollably. She wiped her tears, bit her lips and said: ”... At least, I won't give up!”

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

”Where are you going?”

”I'll fight too! Even if I die, I don't want to stay here and wait for death! Even if I die, I'll kill a hateful Grice - ah!”

As soon as the girl ran for two steps, she suddenly bumped into a man and sat down on the ground.

Beatrice said subconsciously: -- yes, no... hum

When Beatrice raised her head and found it was a young man, her face suddenly became very bad. She snorted coldly and didn't apologize. She got up and flattered. Gu planned to continue to run to the wall.

The man suddenly pressed Beatrice's head and asked in a low voice, ”little girl, with your strength, do you want to fight?”

”So what?”

Beatrice clenched her lower lip and filled her eyes with anger: ”everyone has gone to the battlefield to protect this country, but only you, only you mercenary businessmen, can not go to the battlefield! Why? Why me - we want to protect you with our lives!?”

When Beatrice saw that the man who stood in her way was white and had no smoke and fire smell, and her weak appearance was not like a mercenary or a soldier. It was clear that she was a businessman, so she was very angry.

A mercenary businessman?

The man was stunned and couldn't help smiling bitterly. Well, from a certain point of view, he is indeed a businessman, but the four words of mercenary don't fit with him

”Get out of the way!”

Beatrice screamed, ”if you don't go to the battlefield yourself, don't stand in my way!”

The man sighed, grabbed the slender sword in the girl's hand and pushed her back: ”at least, there is no despair to let you girls go to the battlefield...”

”Damn! You damn guy! Give me back the sword!”

The man looked at the slender long sword in his hand and shook his head: ”this sword is OK for decoration. It's obviously a ceremonial sword. Are you going to use this sword to kill the enemy? And then again... People who can deserve this sword... Shouldn't appear here?”

Beatrice's face changed slightly, and she grabbed her long sword by sticking her neck: ”you care so much about me? I'm going to fight! I'm going to protect our home!”