What was the best way to assess an enemy's combat strength?
Of course, actual combat.
There were far too many factors to consider when determining how much paper data could actually be brought to bear in a real battle.
The wasteland wasn't a game. It wasn't a place where only combat strength mattered.
Were the mutants weak? Hundreds or even thousands of strongmen wore nothing but old steel plates scavenged and stitched together from building ruins.
Between them, they couldn't even cobble together ten standard weapons. Their hand-crafted iron-pipe rifles were the best equipment they had.
If those stats were placed in a game, they would be absolute weaklings, the kind of cannon fodder sent to die on the battlefield.
Yet in tonight's night raid, the trouble they caused the Harbor Shelter Assault Team far exceeded that caused by the Guard Team from Pingtan Shelter and the Pingtan Army that had appeared afterward.
On the other hand, wasn't Pingtan Shelter strong?
Those several thousand soldiers of the Pingtan Army were armed to the teeth, with equipment so excellent it was almost absurd.
But when faced with Qinggang Shelter's air raid, they were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter. They could only stand there foolishly as the enemy raked them with gunfire from above, leaving behind corpses filled with resentment.
During the latter half of the night, after the battle ended, the rain that had already subsided across the wasteland returned, slightly dousing the flames of war that had just been ignited.
Torrential water washed away the bloodstains left on the ground, carrying them along with mangled body parts into the sewers.
After briefly gathering their dead, both sides declared this clash, which had produced no victor for the time being, hastily concluded.
They didn't even exchange a single threat.
Hunter