Chapter 2558 Wouldn't It Be Sent by Charging?

Holy Light priests and medics are undoubtedly busy.

Only an hour later, the wounded orcs returned to the camp, which instantly increased their workload by another level.

"General Hujie, you were also bombed?"

Looking at Hu Xie covered in blood, Zhao Hao asked with a frown.

"Yeah, these grandson thieves are cruel enough? Even their own people were bombed together."

While speaking, Hu Jie grinned, only to see that at this moment, a large piece of flesh and blood on his burly body was blown away.

Obviously, when Zhao Hao and the others launched the attack, the orc troops also performed the same task.

In order to increase the search area and improve the chance of detection, the two forces are operating separately.

Now from Hu Jie's words, Zhao Hao can clearly understand that the Saxon guys even set more than one trap!

This move is true and false, making people hard to guard against, and it really makes them sick.

"Xiao Hao, the casualties of your troops seem to be serious?"

Glancing across the camp, Hu Jie's brows furrowed slightly.

When Zhao Hao heard this, he nodded solemnly.

"Yes, it was my error of judgment."

In response, Hu Jie patted Zhao Hao on the shoulder and comforted...

"Don't think too much, you are still young, everyone makes mistakes, and your father is no exception. At the same time, your uncle and I have also been planted in this wave. This kind of method is not easy to prevent."

Having said that, everyone knew that the losses of the orc troops were definitely much smaller than Zhao Hao and the others.

The natural senses of the orcs are extremely keen, and coupled with their super wild intuition, they at that time predicted the threat in advance and evaded it in time.

Don't look at them all covered in blood now, even Hujie is flying with flesh and blood, but in fact, this level of injury is not a problem for orcs at all, and it won't take long to recover.

On Zhao Hao's side, he was obviously not so optimistic.

The specific casualty report was delivered to Zhao Hao at noon the next day.

During this period, the battle on the battlefield was undoubtedly over long ago.

This round of fights basically ended with the two sides closing their hands and coming to an end for the time being.

To get back to the topic, the medics who didn't close their eyes all night had bloodshot eyes, and the priests of the Holy Light also turned pale because their bodies were exhausted.

After taking the report, Zhao Hao took a deep breath and opened it.

There is basically no need to worry about slander and minor injuries. According to the physical strength of the martial arts practitioners, injuries of this level are basically not serious. Under this premise, his martial arts troops are 257 people. Dead, 79 disabled, 521 seriously injured!

These shocking numbers made Zhao Hao's face so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

Different from the orcs, according to the physique of their human race warriors, one third of the 521 seriously injured soldiers can continue to serve after their injuries, thank God.

As for the seventy-nine disabled, basically all had their hands and feet blown off.

Although they are all civilizations, they currently have very good mechanical prosthetic installation technology, but for a warrior who has developed inner strength and even qi, installing a mechanical prosthesis is equivalent to a waste.

Because of the operation of internal skills and the use of some moves, they need to run the qi, and to run the qi, they need to pass through the meridians and acupoints all over their bodies, but where does the mechanical prosthesis come from?

This is enough to make their strength greatly reduced.

This wave of defeat almost caused the strength of his troops to be lost by nearly half!

Judging from this situation, Zhao Hao's troops obviously had to consider retreating after losing their strength.

At the same time, seriously wounded soldiers also need a better healing environment.

Obviously not in such a humble camp.

Asking the orcs to send troops to assist them, Zhao Hao quickly retreated to the Winter Fortress with a group of wounded soldiers.

The setback of this unit is undoubtedly somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

As the current top commander of the Winter Fortress, Zhao Pan called Zhao Hao over. After learning about the battle situation in detail, Zhao Pan looked at his son and said in a deep voice...

"Go down and reflect, and the specific punishment will be discussed after the war."

"Yes."

After Zhao Hao left, he also followed Hu Xie, who had temporarily returned to the camp, and walked in from the outside.

At that time, the office door was not closed. According to Hu Jie's hearing of the orcs, it was natural to hear the conversation between the two clearly, and then couldn't help but say something...

"Old Zhao, can't blame Xiao Hao for this? There is such a camp there, we can't help it. Before we start, who can determine whether the camp is a trap or a real one?"

"Indeed, we can't determine whether the camp is true or not, but in the situation at that time, he could choose to let the large army stay on the periphery to deal with the enemy forces, and cut in with a small team."

Having said that, Zhao Pan paused for a while, and then spoke again...

"I don't know the details of the camp on the opposite side, so he brought nearly half of his troops, cut in, and then paid such a price. This shows that he did not fully consider before the action, and at the same time, he is also inexperienced."

Hearing Zhao Pan's words, Hu Jie, who was standing there, couldn't help but complain.

"Let him lead a team into the enemy's formation, Lao Zhao, is Xiao Hao really your own son? Isn't he paying for the phone call?"

In response, Zhao Pan glanced lightly at this old friend who had been with him for many years.

"He has a complete martial arts cultivation base of thousands of troops, and has the ability to take the enemy's head among thousands of troops. According to this strength, if the enemy's command camp is really there, he will bring a small team. , After cutting in, it can be solved completely, and if it is a trap, according to his martial arts cultivation, he is also able to protect himself, and the casualties of the troops will also be controlled to a minimum."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Hu Jie spread his hands silently.

"But you also said that Xiao Hao is still inexperienced. He is still young, and he has only fought a few times in serious battles? The commander on the opposite side is all cunning and cunning. What do you expect him to do?"

"..."

This time, Zhao Pan didn't speak again.

Indeed, he also knew that Hu Jie's words also made sense.

Zhao Pan rules the army strictly. This is not a secret in Wanjie Civilization. The reason why the soldiers obey him is because he is ruthless to the soldiers, but even more ruthless to himself!

And now, this is undoubtedly the case with Zhao Hao.

As Zhao Pan's son, since joining the army, Zhao Hao has been trained more rigorously than anyone else.

In other words, it is precisely because Zhao Hao is his son that he is so strict!

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