"Have you counted the number of casualties?"
Zhao Xu asked Wang Ningwei as he stood on top of the tower and looked at the vast land in Yanan.
At this time, the plains, which had been blessed by the goddess and had turned from the land of death that emitted negative energy into fertile land, were filled with Flames of War.
After the war, countless players and civilians who had participated in the war sat on the ground, enjoying the rare moment of peace and quiet with the corpses around them.
Wang Ningwei, who was wearing a tall formal dress, shook her head. the total number of casualties is still being calculated. I'm afraid that at least 10% of the total number of people are injured.
Wang Ningwei hadn't closed her eyes since yesterday. She was constantly coordinating with the various newly established departments in the back to carry out the distribution and coordination of materials.
