Chapter 43: Heavy Casualties

Niu Dali counted from the beginning of the city, until he finally caught up with Viscount Winston and chased it out of about eighty or ninety miles away, plus the time to fight with the cavalry after the break, it took a total of almost two hourglass hours, but after riding the new mount, it was completely two concepts, and it took more than ten minutes to ride the black dragon that pulled the wind, and the small city led by the Borg appeared at the feet of the old cow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because he didn't have a saddle, Niu Dali could only pout his ass and lie on the dragon, and when he arrived at the city, the old cow pulled down the dragon scales in his hand, signaled the black dragon to stop, and then Lord Modo quickly stood up.

Looking down, the few leaders in the city fled in panic, and High Priest Tracy led all the remaining militia and a large number of old and young to surround the temporary processing yard of the Douglas family's private baggage troops, and more than a thousand baggage soldiers nervously confronted the militia.

Obviously, the crowd below noticed the black dragon that suddenly appeared in the air, but fortunately, there was only a commotion, and it didn't spread its legs and run away.

"Don't panic, it's my Lord Modo who is back, this is my new mount. The old cow poked his head out hard, like a child who had just gotten a toy, and showed it to the dirt buns below.

The black dragon like a hill landed on the ground, the old cow slid off the dragon's back neatly, and the stunned earth buns came back to their senses, and they didn't know who took the head, and the crowd cheered: "Lord Modo is too powerful, Lord Lord......"

High Priest Tracy walked over with a group of priests, who had always had a divine and calm expression before***** but now she was as excited as a teenage girl: "Your Excellency Modo, you have created countless miracles in the past few days, it shouldn't be a miracle, and now you have subdued such a powerful black dragon, even the most demanding orcs can't doubt your identity as a dragon slayer warrior......"

The excited high priest grabbed Niu Dali's hand and kept talking, but the old cow now only had the little fox following the high priest in his eyes, and Helena looked very tired after the battle, which made the fox priestess, who was already very charming and moving, a little more pitiful.

Helena quietly looked at the little dwarf who was praised to death by the high priest of Tracy, her big watery eyes were sweet and could drip water, remembering the promise of the little fox before the war, Niu vigorously clamped his legs unnaturally, no wonder a man would be fascinated by the little vixen.

Under the strong opposition of the high priest Tracy, Niu Dali did not fulfill his promise not to take prisoners, because the casualties were too great this time, and the Borg leader, who was seriously short of labor, could only accept the surrender of the private baggage troops, otherwise they would not even be able to clean up the huge battlefield, and what awaited them would be an indefinite coolie career.

The wounded of the Borg were immediately sent back to the makeshift wounded barracks, and more than a hundred experienced women would clean and stitch up the wounds in the manner of the old cow, apply the prepared herbs and wrap them in clean linen, although the craftsmanship was a little rough, but it proved to be very effective.

As for the wounded of the private army, they were decisively mended to alleviate their pain and let them get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible, and the current Borg Leader really did not have the energy and extra herbs to treat them.

The orcs who died in battle were carefully carried out and laid out, and after carefully wiping the blood from their faces, their names and identities were recorded by the fox treasurer, and tomorrow they would be buried in uniform wearing their armor and weapons.

A larger number of corpses of private soldiers were dragged out into the wilderness, piled up in several large piles, and then added coal and timber, and poured fire on fire, and now the weather in the wilderness has begun to be very hot, and if you do not deal with it quickly, there is a danger of a plague outbreak at any time.

Of course, all this hardest and most disgusting work was done by the newly established slave brigade, the more than 1,000 unlucky people of the original baggage troops, and under the watchful eye of more than 100 kobold overseers wielding leather whips and weapons, the surviving baggage soldiers worked hard.

It was late at night, and High Priest Tracy and Helena the little fox were still with Niu Dali, waiting for the results of the battle to come out.

As for the newly harvested Lafeng mount, at dinner, Lao Niu specially instructed the logistics team to roast two Rosa beasts for him, and the most three-ripe roast meat was smeared with a thin layer of honey, and the black dragon Yamatitus ate with a smile, coupled with the high degree of local wine produced by the Borg collar, the undisciplined black dragon expressed his love to death here, and what was even more strange was that with the body of the black dragon, he drank less than fifty catties of local wine, and this useless black dragon actually got drunk and fell asleep like a mess of mud.

Even with the help of more than a dozen priest apprentices who were good at arithmetic, they were busy until late at night to count the losses and spoils of the Borg Collar in this war, Niu Dali, who was already prepared for heavy losses, was still heartbroken and almost couldn't even hold the thin statistical report in his hand.

The lightest casualties were the Minotaur Stormtroopers and the Centaur Rangers, who were both killed or wounded in the charge with the private cavalry, as well as in the pursuit, which was said to have suffered the fewest casualties, but still lost a third of their troops.

The heaviest losses were the city defense squadron that had been holding the head of the city and operating catapults, and the relatively thin and timid rabbits and rat men suffered heavy casualties, and now only more than 100 people were able to stand up.

Of the five main infantry squadrons organized before the war, more than 300 of the 1,000-numbered kobold and pig-headed militiamen were killed in the battle alone, and more than 200 were seriously wounded.

Lao Niu's thirteen gold medal fighters, except for the six injuries such as the flint, were slightly lighter, and the other 7 were all wounds of countless sizes all over the body, and the poor scar skin even had a big hole in his belly exploded, if it weren't for the repeated healing techniques of several priests, he would have left this life, such a terrifying injury, even with the recovery power of the ogre, he would have to lie on the bed for a long time.

In the end, the logistics ambulance team that performed well in the battle also suffered hundreds of casualties, and more than 100 old and young women and children were killed in the charge of the city, and the only ones who did not suffer losses were the gray dwarves who were not allowed to participate in the battle by death orders, and the sheep-headed archers who hid until the last to shoot.

Counting the population of more than 6,000 people in the city before the war, after the war, there were less than 4,000 people who were seriously injured and did not die, and most of the more than 2,000 people lost were mainly labor and combat power.

This was completely done with a knife, digging out a large piece of meat in Niu Dali's heart, as well as the steel base that was forced to be demolished before the war, and the spring oats and corn that were about to be harvested, and the old cow was so distressed that he couldn't even speak.

In the surprised eyes of the high priest Tracy, the fox girl Helena endured her shyness, and took the little dwarf's head into her arms, as if comforting the wronged child, her hand gently patted the little dwarf's back, and after crossing into Xiao Modo, the old cow did not play hooligan for the first time under such a perfect opportunity.