Chapter 336 Post-War News
The next day, the casualties were counted.
In this battle of the Dwarf Stone Pass, 4,636 people from the 135th Legion died, 1,331 were missing, and 6,327 were injured. Under the treatment of the priests, the minor injuries have been healed, and more than 800 soldiers with mutilated limbs have been temporarily incorporated into the logistics force.
As for the dwarves, the bodies taken away by the Misty River and the bodies left on the battlefield cannot be counted. On the battlefield on the east coast, 16,472 dwarves can be found.
In this battle, six gold-level dwarves were killed.
Two gold-level low-level dwarf warriors and a gold-level mid-level dwarf Horned Sheep Knight died at the hands of the two brothers Orlando and Hebrew.
A gold-level low-level dwarf hammer warrior died at the hands of Cassius.
One was killed by the aftermath of the battle between the Governor of the West Hill, Jed Ironforge, and the Shadow Guard Gref. His body was destroyed and only half of his head was left.
The last one died at the hands of a viscount, cutting off his head at the cost of an arm.
Two days later, the 134th Legion arrived late, along with 3,000 knights from the 131st Legion, led by Madmonchi, the deputy commander of the 27th Legion.
"Meet Deputy Commander Madmonchi." Verin stepped forward and bowed.
Verin got off his horse, helped Verin up, and asked with concern: "What's the situation?"
"We intercepted most of them, but there are still more than 10,000 dwarf troops breaking through the blockade and entering the Gray Wasteland." Verin reported to Madmonchi with a wry smile.
"Your legion has completed the mission by annihilating half of the enemy's army, so you don't have to blame yourself too much." Madmonchi kept enlightening Verin in his words.
Russell stood aside, very envious.
A day ago, when he met Deputy Commander Madmonchi on the road, although the other party did not hold him accountable, he did not comfort him like this either.
"Sir, this is the battle report. Please read it."
Velin took the document handed over by Kyle and gave it to Madmonchi for review.
Madmonchi took the document, read it quickly, and showed a gratified expression on his face.
His 16th Silver Knights had been stationed in Kadlo Province for a period of time. He knew the strength of the noble army in Kadlo Province. Under the command of Velin, he could achieve such a victory. He was also an excellent commander.
"With this victory, not to mention more, your legion has at least 16 merits, or perhaps more."
Hearing what Madmonchi said, the nobles standing behind Velin showed excited expressions on their faces. Although the loss was heavy this time, it was worth it.
On average, each person had at least one merit.
As for the head of the gold-level dwarf, the noble killed it and it belonged to that one. This was calculated separately and would not be recorded in the combat process.
"Your unit suffered heavy losses. I will report to the Sixth Command Headquarters and add a battalion of logistics troops to your corps to restore your strength."
"Thank you, Lord Madmonchi."
Seven days later, Weilin received a commendation from the Corps Headquarters, a letter and a new military order.
In this battle, the 135th Corps won 18 military merits, and his own troops directly participated in the battle and won one military merit.
As the head of the corps, he won three additional military merits.
Four gold-level dwarf heads and twelve more military merits.
In summary, he won a total of ten military merits in this battle, and he has completed one-eighty of the promotion from viscount to earl.
"One soul-level dwarf head is worth thirty military merits."
Weilin thought of this and then shook his head.
How can a soul-level professional be so easy to kill? The other party is determined to run away. Unless three strong men of the same level are sent to intercept the other party, he can only leave.
Therefore, on the battlefield, everyone likes an enemy with a sense of honor. He will not retreat or abandon his army at will.
For those strong men with extremely low moral bottom line who regard national honor, family honor, and even personal honor as nothing, they are the most annoying existence.
As for this letter, it came from his third uncle Bamond and was written in the family code.
"Dear nephew:
Last time, your uncle has covered up for you the undead disaster. The merits of war are obtained through internal channels and will not be disclosed to the outside world. The specific files will only be marked with major contributions. Don't worry that the undead will retaliate against you.
This time, under the operation of your uncle, you saved the Sixth Command from huge losses because of your information. In addition, with the affirmation of Bishop Kaden's teacher, the High Priest of the Church of Life in the Kingdom of Ilia, you won thirty merits this time. Your uncle is really envious!
I heard from Madmonchi that your losses this time are a bit big. I specifically asked my uncle to allocate a batch of materials to your 135th Legion, but it will take some time, maybe a month.
By the way, your mother is very worried about you. Write back when you have time.
That's it. Take care.
Signed by: Bamond Ex."
Looking at the content of the letter, Weilin felt very warm in his heart and wanted to keep the letter, but according to family rules, secret letters must be burned.
After some choices, Weilin finally burned the letter.
Finally, Weilin opened the military order from the 27th Corps.
It required him to lead the 135th Corps to the Grotto Hills in the central area of Xigas Province to eliminate the dwarf rebels hiding in the mine tunnels and ensure the smooth supply of materials.
Weilin did not resist this order.
There is no reason not to take the military merits that come to your door.
Then, Weilin ordered the liaison officer to copy several copies of the Corps Commendation Order and distribute them to the Corps generals.
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In a tent in the left camp of the 135th Corps, Viscount Oric looked at the Commendation Order sent from the Corps Headquarters and found his name on it.
“Hahaha, good, good!”
He commanded the archer unit and won two military merits in one fell swoop. Together with the golden dwarf head that he exchanged for his arm, which was worth three military merits, he won five military merits in this battle.
“Father, our sacrifice is worth it.” A young noble looked at the smile on Viscount Oric’s face and was very happy.
“Yes, I brought three thousand troops from home, and lost one-third in this battle. It can be said that it was a serious injury, 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, his three sons were very lucky and survived.
After three generations of accumulation, their family has accumulated 165 military merits. Although there is still a long way to go to reach the goal of 800 military merits, every step forward is an exciting thing.
