Lin Ruoyu poked his head out and watched the dragoons halt in a small grove a kilometer away. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the sweat dripping from inside his helmet.
Finally... we made it through the first hurdle.
"Quick, quick! Get the medics up here to save the wounded. Then contact the Cook Squad and ask if the food is ready. If it is, bring it up right away so everyone can eat and drink."
Once Lin Ruoyu gave his orders, the atmosphere across the battlefield gradually shifted from tense combat to an orderly respite. The soldiers moved quickly, and medics jogged into the center of the battlefield with stretchers to begin emergency treatment.
They worked with practiced skill, bandaging wounds, stopping bleeding, and moving the critically wounded, doing everything they could to stabilize the injured as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Cook Squad also got busy.
They quickly unloaded steaming food from the supply wagons and carried it over to the soldiers, basin after basin.
The soldiers sat in circles on the ground, wolfing down food and drinking water to restore their strength. The aroma of the food filled the battlefield, a stark contrast to the earlier smell of gunpowder smoke.
The battle had not lasted long. Both sides had essentially broken apart after a brief clash. The Extreme Warriors Infantry Regiment's casualties were neither light nor heavy, amounting to a little over twenty men.
They had lost three Shield Wagons. Twelve men had burned to death, five had suffered severe burns, one had died from cannon fire, and two had been seriously wounded and left disabled.
Oh, right-Home Alone's squad had to be counted too. After a volley from the dragoons, two of them had died and five had been wounded.