A war of attrition, a pure war of attrition. The flames in the sky seemed never to cease—large ones like exploding planets, small ones like brilliant fireworks. This was beauty performed at the cost of life. The soldiers on the battlefield had forgotten life and death, forgotten pain, forgotten fear. Sustained by honor, pride, and love for their homeland, they charged, fought, charged, fought...
The third day of battle.
"My Emperor, over the past three days, our losses have been enormous. We have lost no fewer than three thousand warships, including 265 destroyed Hive Battleships. Blade-Arm Mutalisks, Vipers, Ghost Hunters, Fluorescent Banelings, and Two-Winged Bat Demons have suffered combined losses of seven hundred million—equivalent to the entire energy reserves of three resource planets..." There was no heaviness in Inte's voice as he reported these staggering casualties. Seven hundred million was nothing to the Zerg.
Over the past three days, the Zerg had carried out frenzied, extermination-level extraction on the human planets they had captured. Whenever one unit was lost, two more would be spawned from the rearward hives. Thus, even after losing seven hundred million, Ye Luo had still amassed roughly 1.5 billion combat units.
Ye Luo nodded. "These losses were expected. What about the humans and the Protoss?"
"According to incomplete Overlord statistics, human warship losses are likewise around three thousand. Protoss warship losses are lower, but they have still lost one thousand vessels. The humans have lost approximately three hundred million clone soldiers, while the Protoss have lost around two hundred million warriors. At present, the humans have at most two hundred million soldiers remaining, while the Protoss will have only around one hundred and fifty million before reinforcements arrive..."
"Very good. The human and Protoss offensives have slowed. It seems they are preparing for a temporary truce.