Valk listed the number of casualties in Osfir one by one. The largest number of them were goblins and kobold soldiers, while the rest of the races, such as gnolls, were much less numerous.

To be honest, this casualty in Theos is completely acceptable, and can even be said to have exceeded expectations.

After all, according to common sense, a dwarf warrior can fight one against four or more on flat ground against a mixed force like a kobold.

But Osfir's soldiers, even weak races like Goblins, have undergone rigorous training. Each one is selected from the same race, and they are given a gift that is not inferior to that of dwarves.

equipment, so its combat effectiveness is not weak.

Coupled with the fact that there are death squads like trolls that can regenerate... Therefore, Osfir's army's damage to Hammer City in this battle was close to one to one, with Osfir slightly exceeding it.

If it hadn't been for a siege, I'm afraid Osfir's casualties would have been even less.

"You did a good job, and I'm very satisfied with the result." Theos nodded, confirming Valk's command.

However, he still had to remind: "Next, we must consolidate the defense of Molten Hammer City and don't let go of our defenses against the dwarves for the time being."

"In addition, soldiers who died in the army will be compensated in accordance with the prescribed regulations, and those with military exploits will also be assessed and recognized in accordance with the procedures."

Thanks to the initial construction, this area of ​​Osfil has mature rules and regulations, and it can be done with ease.

"Those injured soldiers should stay in Molten Hammer City to recuperate for the time being. They will be mobilized after they recover."

Valk nodded repeatedly: "I will follow your instructions. But there is one more thing..."

"It was during this siege that we mobilized many halflings here to assist. Among them... about 200 people were killed and hundreds were injured."

Theos understands this, but these are not big things. Considering the reputation issue, or the public sentiment of the halfling community, Theos decided to raise the standards.

"As mentioned before, the halflings who participated in the war will be given military merit as regular military treatment, which can be converted into money and paid out."

As Theos finished speaking, the matter was settled.

After unloading, the north and south of the Xilan Mountains were finally unified.

The originally divided and chaotic ethnic rule no longer exists. At least at this moment, the entire Xilan Mountains belong to Osfir.

I'm afraid that when this news spreads beyond the mountains, it will cause an uproar throughout Rohirrim.

As one of the ten kings of the Supreme Council, Hammer City was actually picked down by Osfir, who had just risen less than twenty years ago. This was something no one could have imagined.

Of course, this does not mean that Osfir has reached the level of the Ten Kings.

All of this is actually mainly due to the emergence of Theos.

If Theos disappears like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before the Xilan Mountains will embark on the old path of disintegration, and they will be unable to withstand attacks from powerful forces.

Theos's next goal is to allow Osfir to truly stand on the stage of the Rohirrim world.

Even if he disappears for decades, or even hundreds of years, he can still firmly defend the Xilan Mountains and remain standing.

Of course, this is a process of hard work and internal strength, and it cannot be completed overnight.

Theos began to enjoy his next goal. And the little people at the bottom of the mountain also had their own thoughts.

One day later.

Hammer City's east city, outskirts, wounded barracks.

This place was originally a dwarf trade fair, but now it was temporarily used by the Osfir army and was set up as a wounded soldiers camp.

All soldiers injured in the previous battle were arranged here, including the dwarves.

Of course, they are still separated from Osfill for the time being.

A medical room.

"Come on, stand up and try."

Following the instructions of the Goblin medic, Gemu tremblingly supported his body with his arms and tried to stand up from the wheelchair with his own strength.

As soon as he was halfway up, Gemu's body began to tremble violently, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and he soon began to sweat on his head.

During this process, the Goblin medic never helped, but just watched.

Perhaps because of some belief in his heart, Gemu finally gritted his teeth and stood up straight.

"Looks like he's recovering well," the military doctor said.

The pain from his knees made Gemu speechless. Upon hearing this, he just grinned and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"If you continue at this rate, you may be able to move for the rest of your life."

The Goblin medic said what Gorm wanted to hear most.

That day, while he was attacking the city with the army, he was unfortunately hit by an arrow in the knee while pushing a cart.

Fortunately, he was not paralyzed.

"I, I want to go back." Gemu said.

"Go back? Go back to where?" The Goblin medic raised his voice, high-pitched and thin.

"I told you to recover from your injuries! You can't go anywhere until you recover!"

The military doctor folded up the medical records in his hands and continued, ignoring Gemu's sad expression: "You can't go anywhere without a certificate from me. Just stay calm."

Gemu plopped down in the chair.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. The two of them turned to look, and a hobgoblin officer poked his head in.

"Gem is here? Come with me."
Chapter completed!