The first battle against the swarm ended quickly.
Once the Savior Army's Grand Marshal personally entered the fray, this strong force unit completely turned the situation on the front lines around, deciding the battle. But the more time-consuming and labor-intensive work had only just begun.
"Where are the medical teams? The front lines need treatment."
"Send the spoils of war to the rear warehouses."
"Weapons maintenance team—"
Everyone was busy. For a battle-hardened legion, post-battle processing at this level had become as routine as eating and drinking.
Inside a tent in the military camp, Lu Lu had taken off her armor and was working while drinking water and eating. To her, a battlefield like this was no different from morning exercises before breakfast. Breaking a little sweat only sharpened her appetite.
"How effective was the 'Insecticide'?" Lu PingAn was also keeping an eye on how well his products performed.
Meanwhile, the army's other officers were making adjustments and giving reports.
The scenes from legends, where everyone charged onto the battlefield in a single mass, belonged to an outdated era. Modern warfare was the domain of professionals. Throwing rookies, newcomers, and so-called "heroes" into it would only add a few more low-level cannon fodder to fill the lines.
"The Insecticide Series weapons performed very well. Model A was the most popular, while opinions on Model C were sharply divided. Some praised it highly, while others dismissed it as garbage."
In a sense, Lu Mouren, seated beside the commander and reviewing the Ledger to calculate expenses and profits, was also the legion's "Royal Merchant." Or perhaps, an arms dealer.
He was now gathering battlefield feedback on his weapons, correcting and improving them while securing even more orders.
"Oh, just as expected. For ordinary soldiers, Model A weapons with instant-death properties are the