"So our army still had around 14,000 ground troops, and only 821 personnel were lost on the main battlefield this time?"
An hour later, in the council hall of Stargazing City's City Lord's Manor, John stood frozen after hearing Hawk's military report on the main battlefield at Bone Forest Swamp.
Even before deploying forces across the main battlefield, when he had used eleven types of terrain and the Cocobia Rainforest's biodiversity of magical beasts to repeatedly ambush and lure the enemy, he had expected casualties to be far lower than in the previous battles across the plains.
But he had never imagined the casualty count would be this low.
After all, setting aside the eight hundred men from the suicide squads sent to determine the enemy's formation and exact troop numbers, this battle had involved nearly a hundred thousand combatants. Under normal circumstances, even with his plans, his side should have suffered no less than 20% casualties.
Yet the facts told him that they had lost only 821 men?
Even excluding the bait force that had been sacrificed for the plan, of the remaining twenty-one casualties, eighteen had been injured by stray fire from the allied Independent 3rd Division and had needed treatment?
The final three had fallen behind during a forced march, become separated from their unit, and ultimately gone missing?
What the hell kind of divine casualty ratio was this?
And what was with that supposedly airtight tactical command at Silverstone Mine?
What did it mean that he had anticipated the enemy dozens of steps in advance and made decisions accordingly?
And arranging for the Ground Support Unit to disguise themselves as Allied Forces, raid enemy cities overnight under the pretext of transporting ore, capture seven cities in one night, then move on to other cities and assist