Ye Ao, Alibaba, and several veteran players gathered in an open space not far from the city gate, surrounding a wheelbarrow and the corpse slumped on it.
"Old Iron really had it rough..."
Someone sighed.
"He took a shot to the chest. Apart from stopping the bleeding, there was nothing we could do. We could only let him cling to life and keep commanding the battle."
"It couldn't have been that bad."
Someone objected.
"Couldn't he just turn down the pain setting?"
"Dude, you can turn down the pain, but having a bullet lodged in your lung is still incredibly uncomfortable, even if it doesn't hurt. Take a slightly harder breath, and it feels like a blunt knife twisting inside your lung. Not to mention the bloody foam constantly rising up your windpipe, that suffocating feeling when you need to cough but can't."
As Alibaba spoke, he unconsciously touched his chest and shook his head.
"Try it yourself if you don't believe me. That feeling really is... tsk, tsk."
Apart from Construction-Site Pole Carrier, the other players understood how it worked.
Although the pain setting could be lowered, that didn't mean they felt nothing at all. If a player's character was seriously injured, the wound would still hurt. It was merely the difference between severe pain and mild pain.
"Let's not get sidetracked. We all know Hearts of Iron worked hard and earned his share of the credit. Give him two extra shares of the loot later... Now, how many players made it inside?"
"About twelve to thirteen hundred. It could be fewer, but definitely not more."
The player who had served as Hearts of Iron's adjutant answered.
"We fought all day today and left at least four hundred bodies on the battlefield. Another three hundred or so players were