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Turning back, she strode inside, not listening to her mother and sisters-in-law who futilely tried to hold her. Marching to the arsenal in a furious way, she stood in front of the warrior maids who had already been ready, wearing their breastplates, wrist-cuffs, arm-protectors, spiky spaulders and knee-guards, their fingers inclosing Dao swords and diamond-shaped shields. They made four separate rows, standing straightly, not curving their backbones. Seeing the princess, they kicked on the ground and bowed before her as if they'd been ready to obey all her orders. Salima smirked at it, feeling glad to help her father and brothers finally.
"The enemies are crushing us!" She declared, "It's high time we did something. It's time to show the foes our courage, our strength and give a straight reply to their continuous assaults. It's time to tell everyone that the women who can spend their entire lives in the kitchens can also make their enemies the food of the death by killing him in the battleground! It is high time we informed all the world that the women who bring good luck to their families can also bring bad luck to their enemies! Promise me that you all will win this battle for the well-being of your kingdom!"
"Yes!" Everyone chorused, "We all will win this battle!"
"The time has come to show the world!" Salima's eyes flickered in resolve, "You all have to prove that the women of China can fight against their enemies along with defeating them. Hail China!"
"Hail China!"
"Hail king Zagart and his clan!"
"Hail king Zagart and his clan!"
"I have prepared you all for these types of situations," The redhead continued, "Now go!"