Wang Xuan was genuinely infuriated by the Cao Army, to the point that his gums throbbed with pain.
It looked like they had reached a stalemate, with both sides suffering similar losses, but damn it, that wasn't how battles were calculated!
Wang Xuan's troops had been carefully selected and trained for years. Leaving aside whether human lives had a price, every soldier in Wang Xuan's army cost ten times as much as a Cao Army soldier. That included training, equipment, military benefits, and postwar compensation. The investment was something the Cao Army simply couldn't compare with.
So Wang Xuan could accept a one-to-five, or even a one-to-three, casualty ratio. After all, in a real war, a one-to-three casualty ratio was already enough to crush the Cao Army head-on. The profits from victory would more than make up for the losses. But this kind of rotten battle was unacceptable.
The Cao Army couldn't see what was happening elsewhere. Their entire focus was on their own side, and all they heard were shouts of slaughter. This invisibly strengthened their will to fight by a great deal, and the chain reaction it created made an enormous difference.
"Damn it, retreat!" Wang Xuan cursed and immediately flew back. Pang De, however, was still suspended in the air, staring blankly at the scene below. He had never seen warfare like this before, and the impact on him was tremendous. He felt as though he had wasted his entire life. Did his previous experience even count as fighting?
"Pang De, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah, ah, I'm coming."
Wang Xuan turned and shouted, finally snapping Pang De out of his daze.
After returning to their own formation, Wang Xuan immediately ordered the gongs sounded to call the troops back. This battle absolutely couldn't continue like