Time flowed silently like sand through the smoke of war.
Early May, Year Four of the Wasteland Calendar.
The eastern front finally entered a rare period of rest. After the alien races withdrew two hundred kilometers, they retreated another fifty, completely hiding their effective forces among the layers of mountains and valleys.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the New Star Legion also chose to retreat, and the two sides established a hundred-kilometer buffer zone between their battle lines.
It had to be said that the eighty days of intense warfare had been an enormous trial for both sides.
Fortunately, humanity had endured the pressure and successfully had the last laugh.
The battle report was compiled on the fifth day after the ceasefire.
In this superwar, which had been named the Battle of Foothold, the alien races had paid an extremely heavy price, suffering a staggering two million seven hundred thousand casualties.
On average, nearly thirty-five thousand aliens had died on the front lines every day. That figure was almost equal to the total population of an alien tribe in the rear.
The human side had fared much better in terms of casualties, but two hundred and thirty thousand people had still sacrificed their lives.
The casualty list was sent back that same day to the human headquarters established in Dragon Flag Territory, where the authorities began offering condolences one by one.
Those who still had family in the Wasteland were all brought to live in the territories of The Big Three Families or Tian Yuan Territory, with generous subsidies.
If they had no family, a corresponding foundation was established in their name to provide poverty relief, ensuring that their names would go down in history.
With such comprehensive protection in place, the third large-scale conscription drive began once again.
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