Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 

Liam and Victor were still not on the battlefield. They stood on high ground, watching the battle unfold. 

The city was littered with corpses. There were fallen soldiers everywhere, and the blood almost seemed to stain the city red. The majority of the dead were Westhaven and Sandoria soldiers. The battle in this trapped city was all about courage; no tactics could be applied any longer. 

Victor understood it was only a matter of time before they would have to give up the Southern Frontier. After entering Simonton City, he saw clearly that the Westhaven forces were only there to take out their frustration on Starhaven soldiers and to kill a general named Aurora. They lacked the resolve to defeat Starhaven, and had no intention of dividing the Southern Frontier with Sandoria. 

Their motives were driven more by anger than by a strategic goal: 

Victor was furious. If not for the Westhaven forces, the Sandoria forces might have been defeated long ago. If that happened, fewer battles would have been fought, and fewer soldiers would have 

been lost. 

“If you seek only to vent your rage, why not destroy the entire city?” he asked Liam coldly. 

Victor knew Liam’s hatred for the Starhaven people was intense, having heard about the massacre of the civilians in Fawnrun City during the Victory Pass battle. 

Liam’s eyes burned with fury. “War has already brought devastation and ruin upon the common. people. If I continued slaughtering them, even if they are from an enemy nation, what difference would there be between me and a beast?” 

Victor watched as soldiers fell into pools of blood, his own heart trembling at the sight. At this point, he realized that adjusting their tactics was no longer an option. 

“Never would I have expected you to speak such words,” he said, his face reddened by the cold wind, his words slightly slurred. “You spare the lives of the enemy’s civilians, while yours are being slaughtered. Pathetic.” 

“A true warrior despises war,” Liam said, watching the snowflakes drifting through the air. “It’s snowing. This battle’s outcome is already decided. If you don’t want to lose more men, you should 

withdraw.” 

“Have you killed the ones you wanted to kill?” Victor asked. 

Liam’s lips twisted into a cold smile as he glanced towards the hastily advancing vanguard. “Kill? No.” 

Death was too lenient a fate for Aurora. 

One of the vanguards of the Westhaven army advanced swiftly. The man, covered in dark red blood, wore a look of smug satisfaction as he reported, “Marshal, we have captured eighteen people, and the rest were all annihilated.” 

Liam slowly extended his hand to catch a pure white snowflake. It quickly melted in the warmth of his palm. 

It was as though he was performing a ritual. 

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He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them sharply, his gaze intense. “Send the order. All Westhaven soldiers are to withdraw from Simonton. 

He patted Victor on the shoulder. “Withdraw, General Crow. You’ve already lost too much on the Southern Frontier. You won’t be able to defeat the Hell Monarch.” 

Victor’s lips twisted into a grimace, and he said coldly, “You shouldn’t have come.” 

He suddenly drew his sword and aimed it at Liam, gritting his teeth. “You shouldn’t have come! You gave us hope, but you didn’t fight alongside us!” 

Liam sneered, and deflected the sword with a casual gesture. “You’ve fought for the Southern Frontier for so many years, but your kingdom is already empty. Your king took three million silver coins and twelve million kilograms of grain from us, just because we only wanted to use the Southern Frontier battlefield for a while. Besides, we supplied all the military expenses and supplies ourselves. You haven’t been shortchanged.” 

Victor kept his sword pointed at Liam. “How many civilians did they actually massacre? Is this your way of seeking revenge? According to our statistics, the Westhaven forces have only killed a few thousand enemy soldiers in battles at llyrian. Adding today’s fight, it’s at most ten thousand. You’ve paid such a heavy price for the sake of ten thousand and eighteen prisoners you’ve taken. I really don’t understand.” 

Even though the Westhaven forces killed ten thousand enemies, they lost several tens of thousands of men and paid so much silver and grain.