"Those not assigned to a group, fall back. Be ready at any time to replace those who have lost their combat strength."
"Two Defense Groups, one attack group, and one sharpshooter group, get up on the city wall."
Qin Shaofeng's voice still carried that drunken slur.
Yet those who had already learned to obey orders immediately headed for the city wall.
Before long, most of them had found positions suited to them.
"Defense Group One takes the front. Defense Group Two rests and prepares to rotate in. The attack group and sharpshooter group may act freely," Qin Shaofeng continued issuing orders.
Everyone swiftly took up their positions.
Only then did they finally see the situation outside. Beyond the city stood creatures much like Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Their numbers were so great they seemed endless.
Judging from the formation alone, this was far more difficult than either of the previous two times.
"Defense, attack, and sharpshooters—apart from those already on the city wall, the rest of you remember your groups and immediately find rooms to sleep in," Qin Shaofeng ordered loudly.
The members of every group were stunned.
They had only just arrived at the battlefield, and the first thing they were supposed to do was sleep?
Could an assessment like this really be handled that way?
While everyone was still wavering in uncertainty,
Qin Shaofeng's next order had already come. "The treatment team will rest where you are. Divide yourselves into three groups to treat the wounded. If there are too many wounded, treat them together."
"The final team will immediately inventory all supplies. Their locations and quantities must be absolutely accurate. Whenever the battlefield needs something, ensure the supplies are delivered at once."
Everyone naturally knew that the final team he spoke of was the two hundred or so