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Chapter 454 Statistics on Battle Losses of Various Tribes
Zhao Gang then stepped forward, holding a stack of crumpled battle damage reports in his hand.
His eyes were sunken and bloodshot.
The high-intensity work, constant mental strain, lack of sleep, and the number of casualties left him looking extremely exhausted.
"Everyone."
"The battle damage statistics are in."
Zhao Gang turned to the first page, the paper rustling in the cold wind.
"In this battle, our allied forces mobilized a total of three million troops."
"The Dragon Clan has mobilized four thousand dragons and four seventh-tier Battle Venerables."
"612 dead."
The dragon king let out a deep roar, which shook the surrounding rocks and caused them to tumble down.
More than six hundred dragons—for a dragon race that struggles to reproduce, this is a devastating blow.
Zhao Gang took a deep breath and continued reading.
"The Holy Human Race has mobilized one million troops, including four seventh-tier warriors."
"180,000 dead, the Pope... fallen."
Ryze gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes filled with unyielding sorrow.
"The Elven race has mobilized 700,000 troops, including four seventh-tier warriors."
"One hundred thousand dead."
Ella lowered her eyes slightly and sighed deeply.
"The dwarves have mobilized 600,000 troops, including two seventh-tier soldiers."
"130,000 dead."
Muradin: "!!!"
The dwarf king suddenly crushed the wine jug in his hand, the strong liquor mixed with glass shards piercing his palm.
"130,000!" Muradin's eyes widened, and he didn't close them for a long time.
"So many..."
A line of hot tears gradually welled up in his eyes.
So many dwarfs, 130,000 families, more than 500,000 households were affected.
This blow was considerable.
"The orc race has mobilized 500,000 troops, including six seventh-tier warriors."
"100,000 dead, plus one seventh-rank soldier."
Warwick shuddered, his chest heaving violently. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word, his eyes filled with sorrow.
And this only accounts for the number of people confirmed dead on the spot.
The number of seriously wounded and dying soldiers from various ethnic groups has not yet been fully tallied.
The number of deaths is expected to continue to rise.
"Based on comprehensive estimates, the overall casualty rate for the three million-strong coalition army will reach a staggering one-fifth!"
"A 20% fatality rate!"
Muradin, his eyes red-rimmed, looked at Zhao Gang. "What do you mean by that? Where's the one-fifth?"
Zhao Gang glanced at him and said:
"Because there are still those who are seriously injured and cannot be cured."
Muradin glared at him. "Then treat it!"
He turned to look at Ryze and the Elf Queen, and roared:
"Where is your magician? Heal him!"
"Don't tell me this costs money! I'll pay if you want it!"
The Elf Queen spoke coldly.
"The fountain of life is limited in quantity; we don't even have enough for ourselves."
Ryze was already in a bad mood because of the Pope's death, and now that he was the most powerful of the Holy Humans, hearing about so many deaths made him even worse.
Even when facing the dwarf king, he directly confronted him:
"Do you consider holy water to be as endless as an endless ocean?"
Some people who are missing organs or major limbs cannot be saved even by healing magic.
Muradin was speechless, so he could only throw down his axe, turn his head away, snort, and stop talking.
He understood this principle, of course, but he really didn't want to see his own people die, so he could only sulk.
Two out of ten people will die; that's a very high casualty rate.
Even Long Zhan had to look at these people with more respect.
In the ancient Xia Dynasty, during the era of cold weapons, if an army suffered casualties of three to five percent, a breakthrough in a key local area would cause the defensive line to collapse and the entire army to retreat!
Even in technologically advanced modern warfare, if the casualty rate reaches 23%, the effective combat personnel are halved, and the army will lose its offensive capability.
If the percentage reaches 30%, the army will be completely forced into passive defense, or even mutiny!
The fact that these armies of various tribes in Terra can withstand a one-fifth casualty rate and still maintain their fighting capacity is truly admirable.
Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat tense, Long Zhan turned around and gave a deep salute to all the Terra leaders present.
"Gentlemen, no matter what, we have ultimately won this battle."
"I admire the courage of warriors from all races."
"Especially the dwarves and orcs."
Long Zhan's gaze swept over Muradin and Warwick.
"The casualty rate for dwarves is close to one-sixth, and for orcs it's even higher, reaching one-fifth!"
"Your people are all true warriors."
Muradin was stunned.
He wiped his face and straightened his broad chest.
"When it comes to fighting demon scum, the dwarves are ruthless!"
Warwick nodded weakly.
"Thank you. We orcs are courageous warriors, we never back down!"
Long Zhan nodded, glancing at the other three races who seemed somewhat disgruntled.
"Of course, your Elf race, Holy Human race, and Dragon race are all very good as well."
"It's just that the death rate is relatively low because of the healing magic, but that doesn't mean you've contributed less."
The Elf Queen's expression softened somewhat, and she looked at Zhao Gang, saying:
"Where is your Great Xia?"
"You deployed 100,000 troops; how many were killed or wounded?"
All the Terran leaders' eyes instantly focused on Zhao Gang.
As the core force leading this decisive battle, the Great Xia had the fiercest firepower and killed the most enemies.
The mushroom clouds that rose one after another were still vivid in their minds.
Zhao Gang turned to the last page of the report.
"The Great Xia Expeditionary Force suffered...5,000 casualties."
Ella: "???"
Muradin: "???"
Warwick: "!!!"
Ryze: "!!!"
The Dragon King stared with eyes bigger than lanterns.
Of the three million allied troops, hundreds of thousands died in battle.
Of the 100,000 troops of the Great Xia Dynasty, only 5,000 died?
"This is impossible!" Muradin exclaimed.
"Is your Great Xia hiding in the back, cowardly and afraid of death?"
"That doesn't make sense! Your armored vehicles have been charging ahead, fighting alongside us, how could only five thousand have died!"
"Your battle losses are problematic!"
The Elf Queen and the others frowned, their expressions suspicious.
The performance of the Great Xia on the battlefield is evident to all; it was by no means a case of shirking responsibility.
But this data is truly contrary to common sense.
Facing the questioning gazes of the crowd, Zhao Gang explained:
"Gentlemen, the Great Xia Dynasty never jokes with the lives of its soldiers."
"The reason for the low casualty rate is that the structure of our Great Xia army is different from yours."
Long Zhan spoke at the opportune moment, his voice firm and resolute:
"Our physical condition is far too weak compared to yours, so we have adopted a highly technological and mechanized approach."
"Of our 100,000 troops, only 30 to 40 percent are frontline combat personnel."
"The remaining personnel are artillerymen, radar operators, drone operators, logistics support troops and medics, and even naval technical personnel such as those on ships."
"They are positioned in rear positions tens or even hundreds of kilometers away, providing long-range strike support to the front lines."
"Those who were truly at the forefront, fighting hand-to-hand with the demons, numbered around 30,000 to 40,000."
"However, the number of casualties reached as high as five thousand!"
A flicker of pain crossed Long Zhan's eyes.
"This means that the casualty rate of the Great Xia's frontline combat troops is also as high as one in eight!"
"For every eight Great Xia soldiers who charged, one fell forever on this scorched earth."
"In addition, we have dumped millions of tons of munitions and exhausted all our energy reserves."
"Three of the ten heavy electromagnetic cannons were destroyed, and the coils of the five plasma cannons were completely burned out."
"The damage rate of exoskeleton equipment is as high as 60%."
"Use all the missiles and nuclear missiles!"
Long Zhan took a deep breath and said:
"To put it bluntly, the resources our Great Xia Dynasty has invested are enough to buy half of the Terra continent!"