Batches of wounded Demon Race soldiers were carried back from the front line, and Duke Eugene stationed his horse on a gentle slope, his eyes glancing past the groaning soldiers, falling on the horizon where occasional explosions still erupted.
An adjutant came galloping: "Sir, the casualty report for the vanguard has come out. There aren't many dead, but quite a few have been seriously injured, mostly due to ambushes by those pretending to be dead, the Puki. They probably want to…"
"To use the wounded to slow down our pace." Eugene voiced the adjutant's speculation.
The injured soldiers require the consumption of potions, need care, whether transported to the rear or carried along, slowing down the army more than simply losing a soldier.
And if Eugene ordered the injured and sick to fend for themselves, then in the future, his soldiers would inevitably all fear battle and injury.
