Even wearing Andras stockings as armor, the quality gap in troops was unavoidable. No matter how elite our legion's orcs were, the fact that we had considerable casualties fighting soldiers sent by the 38th rank was a critical problem.
"In your opinion, are the enemy forces the main force?"
"Absolutely not. Forgive my presumptuousness, but they're most likely a scouting party."
"Right?"
Eila was confident the goblin-minotaur-black skeleton group wasn't the main force. I thought similarly, and no one raised objections.
"Halphas threw troops at us to probe."
It was a clearly different style from our legion's way of fighting. If I was the type to commit decisive force from the start to smash the enemy head-on, Halphas threw troops as disposable pieces to test the waters.
'The mindset is that if they die, just revive them. Though whether they'd even revive them is another question.'
