Chapter 1090

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!"

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

The man shook his head. Just about to persuade him to leave, he saw several maids running in the distance. When they saw Beatrice, they were very surprised and ran over: "male... Beatrice, why did you run out at this time! Come back with us! It's too dangerous outside!"

"Go back! It's dangerous outside, but it's not dangerous inside!? when is it?"

Beatrice simply did not hide any more. She grabbed the hair hoop that fixed her hair, and her blonde hair was scattered behind her. She pulled off her linen robe and revealed her leather armor. The Sila Royal badge on her chest was shining. She held up her long sword and shouted: "I am Beatrice Cecil, Princess of the Principality of Sila! Now I swear that I will never betray my people, and I will live and die with Sila! Even if we exhaust every drop of blood of the Cecil family, we will fight to protect this country! If there is no hope, we will create hope! If there is no chance of victory, we will create opportunity!"

"The reinforcements of the ilrus empire are coming! The more time we can delay, the greater our hope of survival!"

"Everybody, move! Don't sit here waiting to die!"

"Your husbands and children are fighting hard on the front line! Can we really only wait here to die?"

"Without weapons, we will build our own!"

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

"Who says that women can only wait to die in the war! We should use our own strength to let those despicable grace people know that they have angered us!"

Beatrice tried her best to incite the emotions of the refugees. The originally very negative refugees were unconsciously infected by her, and the desperate eyes glowed with hope again.

"Princess highness!"

"Even Princess Beatrice will meet. What qualifications do we have to wait here?"

"Yes! We may not be able to carry weapons to fight, but we can also use them for our own purposes in the rear!"

"Stand up! Stand up! If you want to live, let's work together!"

"Those demons bully us every year. Can we just endure it all the time?"

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

"Now, please gather quickly, inform the neighbors, count the number of people and the number of empty rooms!"

"In order to prevent bow and arrow shooting, immediately transfer the elderly and children to the room. Don't waste houses with cellars! Make sure there is no one on the street!"

"In order to prevent the rocket from igniting the house, we will inform you now and fetch water to wet the roof of the house immediately!"

"People who can weave now begin to weave dummies. If we put the dummies on the wall, even if we can't kill the enemy, we can enhance our momentum. Maybe we can cheat some arrows!"

"Move! Move!"

Under the command of Beatrice, the numb refugees really began to take action. Maybe they were very hungry at the moment, or they were very tired. However, for their own and children's lives and the future of the country, these refugees still stood up and began to get busy.

At the beginning, their cooperation was still unfamiliar, but as each other began to have a clear division of labor, their cooperation immediately became very smooth.

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

Talent!

Although this is a special period now, it's great to be able to organize people to resist under such adversity, not to mention that she is just a spoiled princess living in the castle.

"And you!"

Beatrice glared at him after she told him everything, pointed to his vicious voice and scolded, "if you, a man with hands and feet, don't want to die in this city, take up arms and go to the front!"

The man heard the speech, but turned to the direction of the castle.

Beatrice stamped her foot angrily, "what a waste coward!" when she turned around, a faint smile appeared on the man's face.

This is Sheila

I didn't expect to find surprises in this city-state.

At least, it's worth it.

Yes, of course this man is Donne.

After Aurelia received the letter for help, she began to arrange support, and Donne speeded up to deal with the matter at hand, and then rushed to Sila first.

I didn't expect that he met such a talented person as soon as he arrived here. What about the beautiful, soft and easy to push down princess?

It made Donne feel a little funny. He didn't seem to have a serious princess.