“Well, we survive that wave, I think we’d be good in the coming days,” Lord Kaperski was looking at the men marching back to the camp.
Injured, limping and some were even in stretchers being carried by other soldiers. All of them looked tired and worn out from fighting the horde.
“See son, there’s nothing to worry about. As long as your old man is here, everything will be fine,” Lord Dullahan gave a good smack on his sons back.
Lance could not help but raise a brow, seeing as that suddenly weakened state of the men that were coming in.
“How many casualties do we have?” he asked one of the scouts who were recording the men who were entering.
“We have about a hundred wounded men, with no deaths sir,” the man answered after taking a peak on the tally on the notes.
“That many huh,” Lance
