The smoke of battle had yet to disperse, and the battlefield was filled with the pungent stench of blood and the choking smell of gunpowder. The sand beneath their feet and on both sides had been dyed crimson.
With the assistance and support of the Advancing Legion's main forces, the Alien Race's pursuit was disrupted, forcing them to abandon the defensive line sixteen kilometers south of Mingsha Valley.
After taking stock of their numbers.
Although the Vanguard Legion had broken through in time, forty-seven thousand had still died in the battle, while eighty-two thousand had suffered minor injuries and eleven thousand had suffered serious injuries.
The five-hundred-thousand-strong legion had suffered a casualty rate of thirty percent, the highest in history since the humans and Alien Race had gone to war.
Covered in wounds, the soldiers dragged their exhausted bodies around and rested where they were with the assistance of the Medical Team.
The camp was deathly silent. Only the occasional roars of the Alien Race from afar and the soldiers' agonized groans broke the silence.
"Not even fifty thousand?"
When he saw the statistics, Dang Zhixian was startled and secretly clicked his tongue.
The Alien Race had deployed a full six million five hundred thousand troops in this battle. Even with the terrain restricting them, many soldiers had not entered the main battlefield by the time the battle ended.
It was easy to imagine how unbelievably difficult it had been to break through.
Thinking about it carefully, if not for the soldiers who stayed behind to cover the retreat acting like lunatics, disregarding their own lives and rushing forward to self-destruct alongside the Alien Race,
then it would not have been a matter of only one-tenth of the soldiers dying. The entire legion would have been buried beneath the Alien