Casualty Report

Just as Nalant's side began treating the wounded, the earls in the distance had also noticed the commotion.

When he saw barbarians carrying away the wounded one after another, Rakoff spoke with a sneer.

"Bernard, isn't your little vassal just making trouble? Everyone else is fighting, yet he's sending people to haul away corpses. Couldn't they wait until the battle is over before moving them?" Having first been ignored by Nalant and then subtly mocked by Bernard, Rakoff had been holding in a bellyful of anger.

"Rakoff, didn't you hear them just now? Those are wounded soldiers. How did they become corpses?" Bernard immediately shot him a sidelong glance.

"Pfft, wounded soldiers? Even if they really are wounded, dragging them over there will let them be treated? By those few delicate girls?" Batman gave a mocking laugh. "Bernard, if you ask me, those barbarians assigned to carry people would be better off helping fill the river. They could at least contribute to our attack on Maple Leaf City—barbarians are strong, after all!"

"Rakoff, you old bastard, are you looking for trouble?" Bernard flew into a rage.

"Enough!" Seeing the two begin arguing again, the king immediately spoke to stop them.

"Whether it works or not, we'll know when the casualties are counted at noon!"

The king was helpless when it came to their bickering. Ever since the two families had clashed during the autumn campaign several years ago, they had remained on unfriendly terms.

"Hmph! Then I'll wait and see just what use those so-called medics are!" Though he had been rebuked, Rakoff still muttered under his breath.

After muttering that, Rakoff inconspicuously leaned toward a guard beside him and gave several quiet instructions.

Bernard could not be bothered with him. Though he was not entirely confident himself, he still