The Casualty Ratio That Made Every Military Strategist in the World's Brain Short-Circuit

The Air Force Urgent Report was this world's version of an eight-hundred-mile express dispatch.

Using the Air Force to deliver letters was faster than a horse.

In extreme cases, it took only a single day to travel from the southernmost end of the continent to the northernmost.

Roughly ten to fourteen hours.

"What's going on?"

???

After Lynn opened the urgent report, he was completely dumbfounded.

Whoa, what kind of map was this?

A magical photograph taken from the air showed the ground densely covered with corpses.

The enemy had launched a full-scale offensive that lasted six hours, and it was exceptionally fierce.

The enemy's elite forces repeatedly fought our own elites in a back-and-forth struggle along the trench line.

The same was true in the air.

According to the statistics, the entire front had come under attack. Although our forces had mounted an effective counterattack, the enemy was extremely unusual. They were probably the nation's elite.

Then came another photograph. Mages unleashed spells, hurling people into the sky.

Others had been burned black by flames.

The front-line trenches were packed with the enemy's elite, each one able to take on a hundred men.

Our forces had managed to hold out only by coordinating our mages with the small number of elite fighters who could take on a hundred men.

The preliminary tally put our casualties at twenty thousand?

Six thousand dead, and fourteen thousand wounded.

Most of the casualties were elite soldiers from the former Kingdom of Ivrea. They had held the front line, engaging the enemy's elite in close combat as they fought for the trenches.

People from Fourth Rank to Sixth Rank accounted for the vast majority of our casualties.

The enemy's estimated casualties were no fewer than a hundred thousand?

So far, five thousand identifiable bodies