Only after Randall had completely left.
Lynn said in a concerned tone, "Sorry for the trouble. Thanks for continuing to hold the line."
Lucia, the actual commander of the defense, came out of the house and raised her right hand energetically. "Right there, Your Excellency, Grand Commander."
"Every sacrifice is meant to reduce further sacrifices. I fully understand the Grand Commander's strategic objective!"
Lucia had a remarkable gift for military affairs and fully understood what Lynn was trying to do.
Besides, Lynn was the sort of person who would never resort to Mincing Meat unless there was absolutely no other choice.
Armies usually had something like bugle calls or military music during combat.
Back in the days of firing squads, there had been military bands.
That practice had been retained, but as battlefields grew more dangerous, he had people play far less military music.
Eventually, he simply had them lie in the trenches or behind cover. They weren't to stand up, much less crouch.
They only had to lie down and play.
Casualties in many battles were very low.
The reason the Kingdom of Ivrea fought so slowly was that it didn't want to exhaust its people and resources, nor did it want to suffer excessive casualties.
Most of the time, they simply built railways and stockpiled supplies, then launched a powerful assault once they had accumulated enough.
Their industrial capacity couldn't support high-intensity combat every day.
In terms of bullets per person, if they fought every day, they'd be lucky to have twenty rounds per soldier.
They could keep firing only because they reduced the size of their forces, increased the supply of ammunition, and waited until they had stockpiled enough supplies before starting a battle.
Today, the Magic Team had rotating shifts and dedicated ammunition belt boxes.
Now