After that grueling battle, the soldiers of the 47th Regiment finally had a brief chance to catch their breath.
Under Ang and Quintina's careful treatment, the wounded soldiers recovered quickly and continued shouldering the burden of defense.
Although the death toll was in the single digits, nearly five hundred soldiers had been injured. For the 47th Regiment, that was already a considerable loss.
Ang stood to one side, studying the cleared Mountain Lizardmen corpses.
The skin and scales of every lizardman corpse gave off a pungent stench. He did not immediately order the bodies burned, intending instead to find something that could help improve their combat strength.
He crouched down and carefully examined the scales on a Mountain Lizardman's back, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"These scales are surprisingly durable," he muttered, brushing his fingers against the hard plates and feeling their rock-like solidity. "Even our North Wind Steel Swords have trouble breaking through them. These things are no joke."
Quintina walked over, her gaze falling on the tough scales as well. "Not only are their scales hard, but they cover most of their bodies." There was a trace of surprise in her voice. "But their necks and wrists seem to be their weakest points."
"Exactly." Ang nodded, shifting his gaze from the lizardman's back to its exposed neck and wrists. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "Those are our opportunities."
He swiftly dissected several lizardman corpses with a skinning knife, carefully inspecting every layer of muscle and bone.
After observing them for a while, he finally came to a deeper understanding: the Mountain Lizardmen's scales provided extremely powerful protection. Unless a weapon had been specifically designed for penetration, like a North Wind Steel Spear engraved with piercing runes, it could not break through their defenses.
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