Chapter 1086 The Attacking Princess

The war has never been closer to the city than now.

In previous years, Grace's plundering was limited to surrounding villages and towns, but this year, they actually attacked the royal capital directly.

For a moment, the despair of annihilating the country hung over Sira. The atmosphere in the crowded streets filled with refugees was very depressing. Everyone had a gloomy face, like a powder keg ready to explode.

The streets are already crowded with refugees. Most of these refugees are women and children. Young and middle-aged people have been forcibly recruited at this moment and are ready to fight at the city walls and outer city areas.

A devout mother knelt on the ground and prayed to God: "...my father died in the war last year. This year my husband went to the battlefield again. What about next year? Will even my children have to sacrifice on the battlefield? Above? Merciful and great Father God, why don’t you send down your messenger to save us?”

Others nearby heard the mother's prayers, glanced at her indifferently, then lowered their heads and crouched in the corner to continue waiting for despair to come.

"What we 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 desperate woman cried and said: "The Kingdom of Grace is so powerful, how can we win?"

A passing girl was filled with indignation after hearing this: "Why is it impossible! I heard from the palace guards that His Majesty has sent a messenger to ask for help, and the Illrus Empire will soon come to support us!"

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

"Yes! It will definitely happen! If it is His Majesty!"

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

"Everyone must hold on! His Majesty Tang En will definitely come to save us!"

"It's impossible...it's too far away from Yalinks..."

"Yes... What's more, we are just a small principality, and strictly speaking, our country is still a traitor to the Illrus Empire. How could His Majesty Tang En come to save us..."

"I'm afraid he wishes we were all dead."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Beatrice was anxious: "His Majesty Tang En is very kind! After he was crowned, he has always cared for the people, never increased the tax burden, and continued to implement some policies that are beneficial to the common people. This shows that he must be a very A visionary and ambitious emperor! And now we in the Principality of Silla have always wanted to return to the Illrus Empire. If it were him, if it was him... he would definitely... definitely come..."

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

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

"where you go!?"

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

The girl had just taken two steps when she suddenly bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

Beatrice subconsciously said: "——Yeah, right... Humph!"

When Beatrice raised her head and saw that it was a young man, her expression suddenly became very bad. She snorted coldly, stopped apologizing, got up, patted her butt, and planned to continue running towards the city wall.

The man suddenly held down Beatrice's head and asked in a low voice: "Little girl, with your little strength, you still have to fight?"

"so what?"

Beatrice bit her lower lip, her eyes full of anger: "Everyone went to the battlefield to protect this country, but only you, only you businessmen who are only interested in profit, can not go to the battlefield! Why? Why? I—we have to protect you people with our lives!?”

Beatrice immediately became furious when she saw that the man blocking her had fair skin, no smell of fireworks on his body, and his weak appearance did not look like a mercenary or warrior. He was clearly a businessman.

A mercenary businessman?

The man was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Well, from a certain point of view, he was indeed a businessman, but the word "profit-seeking" had nothing to do with him...

"Get out of the way!"

Beatrice screamed: "If 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, I'm not desperate enough yet to let you girls go to the battlefield..."

"Damn it! You damn thing! Give me the sword back!"

The man glanced at the slender sword in his hand and shook his head: "This sword can be used as a decoration. It is obviously a ceremonial sword. Do you plan to use this kind of sword to kill enemies? And having said that... can it be worthy of this?" The person who grows swords... shouldn’t be here, right?”

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

"The battlefield is not a place for you little girls to play house..."

The man shook his head. Just as he was about to persuade him to leave, he saw several maids running from a distance. After they saw Beatrice, they ran over in surprise: "Mr.... Beatrice, why are you running away at this time?" It’s out! Come back with us! It’s too dangerous outside!”

"Why go back? It's dangerous outside, but not dangerous inside!? When did this happen!"

Beatrice simply no longer concealed it, and casually pulled off the hairband that fixed her hair. Her blond hair was spread behind her back. She pulled off the linen robe, revealing a leather armor uniform underneath, and the royal emblem of Sira on the chest. Shining brightly, she raised her sword high and shouted loudly: "I am Beatrice Cecil, the princess of the Principality of Silla! Now I swear here that I will never betray my people. I will live and die with Silla." ! Even if it takes every drop of blood from our 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 opportunities!"

"Reinforcements from the Illrus Empire are coming! The longer we can delay, the greater our hope of survival!"

"Everyone, take action! Don't sit here and wait to die!"

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

"If we don't have weapons, we'll make them ourselves!"

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

"Who said that women can only wait to die in war! We must use our own power to let those despicable Gris people know that they have angered us!"

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

"It's Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice!"

"Even Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice is going to fight, what qualifications do we have to wait here to die..."

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

"Stand up! Everyone stand up! If you want to survive, let's work 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 defeat them, but at least we can bite them hard before we die. It's also ours Resist the will!”

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

"In order to prevent bows and arrows from being fired, move the elderly and children into their rooms immediately. Don't waste the houses with cellars! Make sure there is no one on the street as much as possible!"

"In order to prevent the rocket from igniting the house, please inform us now to bring water to the roof of the house immediately!"

"The people who know how to knit are now starting to knit dummies. We put the dummies on the city wall. Even if we can't kill the enemy, we can increase our momentum. Maybe we can also get some arrows to use!"

"Let's take action! Let's all take action!"

Under the command of Beatrice, the refugees who were waiting for death actually started to take action. 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 still stood up and started to get busy.

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

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

Talent!

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

"And you!"

After Beatrice finished giving her orders, she glared at him, pointed at him and cursed angrily: "You are a man with hands and feet. If you don't want to die in this city, just take up arms and fight on the front line!"

Upon hearing this, the man turned around and walked towards the castle.

When Beatrice saw this, she stamped her foot in annoyance: "What a useless coward!" After turning around, the man had a faint smile on his face.

This is Silla...

Unexpectedly, surprises can be found in this city-state.

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

Yes, of course this man is Tang En.

After Alleria received the letter asking for help, she began to make arrangements for support, and Tang En also quickly finished the matters at hand, and then rushed to Silla first.

He didn't expect that he would meet such a talented person when he first arrived here. What about a princess who has a delicate body and is easy to push down?

This made Tang En feel a little bit dumbfounded. None of the princesses he met seemed to be serious.