The battle had come to a temporary end. Next came the casualty count. They learned that after the earlier fight against the allied forces from India, South Korea, and other countries, the Chinese team had lost 1,500 people. Of those, 500 had not been revived in time and had lost one revival chance. Breaking Waves Riding Wind's expression turned grave; she was far from satisfied with the result.
God of Wine Dukang was quite helpless about this as well. He explained that their opponents had outnumbered them several times over, and their air power had also been quite formidable. Achieving such results was already close to perfect.
"That's right. We killed a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred ourselves. We killed twelve thousand of them while losing only five hundred people. This was already the most perfect battle possible." Feng Xing's voice rang out in the team.
"Exactly. The tactics were perfect, the timing was perfect, and there were even some unexpected surprises. This result is already quite good." Dongfang Mingxing also spoke up for them. "Using these people to rout a force of ten or twenty thousand, I think this is already an excellent outcome."
Taking a deep breath, Breaking Waves Riding Wind knew that the operation's results had been near-perfect. "I know that too, but losing so many people at once is still hard to accept. There are still more than three days left in the competition, and we still have many enemies to face. Now that we've lost so many people..."
"They only lost one revival chance; they weren't eliminated." Hei Bai Qi said. Before Breaking Waves Riding Wind could retort, she changed her tone. "Most of our people have high-grade mounts and are highly mobile. Besides, the safe zone has already shrunk so much.