I Want to Meet Wang Shouzhe

Unlike personal cultivation scriptures, the War Scripture was a special type of scripture. Only through victory after victory and the acquisition of vast amounts of war energy could it gradually transform and grow.

Every scripture Artifact Spirit harbored the ambition of becoming an Immortal Scripture, and Junwu was naturally no exception.

Since its establishment, the Seventh Battle Regiment had never fought such a thoroughly exhilarating battle. Every soldier, captain, commander, and officer had fallen into an extreme state of excitement.

Regiment Commander Yan Hongtian and Deputy Commander Liao Yingjun were naturally excited enough to explode as well. But as leaders, they knew there were still many follow-up matters to handle. They forcibly calmed themselves and began directing the troops to tally casualties, collect spoils, take in and count prisoners, and so on.

In less than an hour, the preliminary statistics for the battle were ready.

Liao Yingjun reported to Wang Yingxuan excitedly, "Boss Yingxuan, we only lost one hundred and nineteen brothers in this battle. Two hundred and thirteen were seriously wounded, and more than five hundred suffered light injuries. Blood Eagle Lord's forces were wiped out by us. We killed a total of eight hundred and fifty-four Devil Race members, captured one thousand three hundred and fifty of all ranks, and the rest have scattered in defeat."

"One hundred and nineteen died?" The excitement in Wang Yingxuan's heart abruptly subsided, replaced by a heavy feeling.

Liao Yingjun's smiling face stiffened as well. He hurriedly gave two awkward laughs. "Boss Yingxuan, how can people not die in war? In a normal clash, our casualty ratio against the Devil Race is often two to one. This is already an unprecedented, glorious victory for us."

"I understand." Wang Yingxuan's expression eased slightly. "Our human soldiers are still too weak."

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