Chapter 336 Post-War News
The next day, casualties were tallied.
In this interception battle at Aishikou, 4,636 people of the 135th Army were killed, 1,331 people were missing, and 6,327 people were injured. Under the treatment of the priest, , minor injuries have recovered, and more than 800 soldiers with mutilated limbs have been temporarily integrated into the logistics force.
As for the dwarves, apart from the uncountable number of corpses taken away by the Misty River and the absence of corpses on the battlefield, there were 16,472 dwarves whose corpses could be found on the battlefield on the east bank.
In this battle, six gold-level dwarves were killed.
Two golden low-level dwarf warriors and one golden mid-level dwarf horned sheep knight died in the hands of the two brothers Orlando and Hebrew.
A golden low-level dwarf hammer warrior died in the hands of Cassius.
One was killed in the aftermath of the battle between West Hills Governor Jed Ironforge and Shadow Guard Gref. His body was destroyed, leaving only half his head.
The last one died in the hands of a viscount, who had his head cut off at the cost of an arm.
Two days later, the 134th Legion arrived belatedly, along with 3,000 knights from the 131st Legion, led by Medmonchi, the deputy commander of the 27th Legion.
"I've met Deputy Commander Medmonkey." Weilin took a step forward and leaned down to salute.
Medmondch got off his horse, helped Weilin up, and asked with concern: "How is the situation?"
"Most of them were intercepted, but more than ten thousand dwarf troops still broke through the blockade and entered the Gray Wasteland." Verin reported to Medmonkey with a wry smile.
"If you can annihilate half of the opponent's army, your army has completed its mission. Don't blame yourself too much." Medmonkey continued to enlighten Weilin in his words.
Russell stood aside, very envious.
One day ago, when I met Deputy Commander Medmonkey on the road, although the other party did not blame me, he did not comfort me in this way.
"Sir, this is the battle report, please read it."
Verin took the document handed over by Kyle and gave it to Medmonkey for review.
Medmonkey took the document and read it quickly, with a pleased expression on his face.
His 16th Silver Knights had been stationed in the province of Cardero for a period of time, and they knew the strength of the noble army in the province of Cardero. Under the command of Weilin, they could achieve such results, which can be regarded as an outstanding figure. The commander-in-chief.
"With this victory, not to mention more, your legion has at least sixteen combat achievements, maybe more."
Hearing Medmondch's words, the faces of the nobles standing behind Verin showed expressions of excitement. Although the losses were heavy this time, it was well worth it.
On average, everyone has at least one military exploit.
As for the head of the gold-level dwarf, the one killed by the noble belongs to him. This is calculated separately and will not be recorded during the battle.
"Your unit has suffered some serious losses. I will report it to the Sixth Command to add a battalion of logistics troops to your army to restore your strength."
"Thank you, Lord Medmonkey."
Seven days later, Weilin received a commendation from the Corps Headquarters, a letter and a new military order.
In this battle, the One Hundred and Thirty-Fifth Legion received eighteen battle merits, and the troops under his command directly participated in the battle and received one battle merit.
As a legion commander, he gained three additional military exploits.
Four gold-level dwarf heads, and twelve more military exploits.
To sum up, in this battle, he received a total of ten military exploits, and he was already one-eightyth of the way to being promoted from viscount to earl.
"One soul-level dwarf head is worth thirty battle merits."
Weilin thought of this, and then shook his head.
How can a soul-level professional be so easy to kill? The opponent wants to run away. Unless three strong men of the same level are dispatched to intercept the opponent, he can only be allowed to leave.
Therefore, on the battlefield, everyone likes an enemy with a sense of honor. He will not retreat at will, nor will he abandon his army at will.
The most irritating existence is those strong people who have extremely low moral bottom lines and regard national honor, family honor, and even personal honor as nothing.
As for this letter, it came from the hands of his third uncle Bamond, written in the family secret language.
"Dear nephew:
My uncle has covered up the last undead natural disaster incident for you. You can obtain military exploits through internal channels and will not disclose them to the outside world. Only major contributions will be marked on the specific files, so you don’t have to worry about undead retaliating against you.
This time, under the operation of your cousin, on the grounds that your news saved the Sixth Headquarters from huge losses, and with the affirmation of Bishop Carden’s teacher, the High Priest Ereli of the Church of Life in the Kingdom of Ilia, you The thirty battle merits obtained this time are really the envy of your third uncle!
I heard from Medmonchi that your losses this time were a bit heavy. I specifically asked my uncle to allocate a batch of supplies to your 135th Legion, but it will take some time, maybe a month.
By the way, your mother is very worried about you and will reply to you if you have time.
That’s it, take care.
Signed by: Balmond Akers. "
Looking at the contents of the letter, Weilin felt very warm in his heart and wanted to keep the letter, but according to family regulations, the secret letter must be burned.
After some decision-making, Verin finally burned the letter.
Finally, Weilin opened the military order from the 27th Corps.
He was asked to lead the 135th Legion to the Grotto Hills in the central region of Sigas Province to clear out the dwarf rebels hiding in the ore tunnels and ensure smooth supply channels.
Verin did not resist this order.
There is no reason not to take the military exploits that come to you.
Later, Weilin ordered the liaison officer to make several copies of the regiment's commendation order and distribute them to the regiment generals.
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In a tent in the left camp of the 135th Legion, Viscount Auric looked at the commendation order sent from the Legion Headquarters and found his name on it.
"Hahaha, okay, okay!"
He commanded the archer unit and gained two battle merits in one fell swoop. In addition to the gold-level dwarf head that he exchanged for his own arm, which was worth three battle merits, he gained five battle merits in this battle.
"Father, our sacrifice is worth it." A young noble looked at the smile on Viscount Auric's face and felt very happy in his heart.
"Yes, one-third of the three thousand troops I brought from home were lost in this battle. It was a traumatic experience, but it was all worth it."
He had five sons in total. For this war, except for the eldest son who stayed at home and the third son who went out to study, the other three sons were all brought to the army.
Fortunately, all three of his sons were lucky and survived.
After three generations of accumulation, their family's military exploits have reached 165. Although there is still a long way to go before the goal of 800 military exploits, every time they move forward, it is an exciting thing.
