Outside the city of Gerben, Tielbee wandered around the various prisoner camps. In order to prevent the prisoners from gathering to cause trouble, each prisoner camp was far apart, and ordinary soldiers were separated from the Central Army, and a total of ten large camps were scattered in various directions outside the city.
The situation of the Battle of Gerben has been cleared, with 120,000 casualties, more than 100,000 escaped, and 80,000 captured.
The Holy Emperor [***] team also suffered heavy losses. When they came, they came, there were only more than 6,000 people left. More than 8,000 royal imperial guards were killed, and the system of a division was almost completely abolished.
The Central Army of the Roman Empire killed more than 15,000 people, captured more than 4,000 people, and fled more than 9,000 people. However, after hearing the situation of the war, David Mo was not happy at all.
The garrison in Lakota Province is now less than 50,000. The third reinforcements of the 3rd Division have reduced nearly 10,000 troops, and the remaining ones can continue to fight. Except for a small number of more than 2,000 people, most of them need to rest for a long time.
In the Council Hall of the Gelbourne City, David Mo sat in the seat that was once belonged to Berguli, and Julian and Chalekel sat on both sides of him, discussing the aftermath.
"Terminating the Chalezzo, the Lakota province's garrison is too weak, so recruiting is not too late. I suggest recruiting and training at the same time, so as to stabilize other parts of the province as soon as possible."
David Mo looked at the huge map on the conference table and said his thoughts. This time the Roman Empire came in full force, and the Roman Empire must have a backup plan.
Similarly, the situation in Istan City is even more clueless, so in order to prevent the Romans from continuing to invade other places, it is imperative to replenish soldiers as soon as possible.
Chalekel understood his meaning and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Count, I will immediately order recruitment when I go back. The Roman army dare not say it, but it will definitely not cause chaos in the local area!"
David Mo nodded and then said, "Now our casualties are very serious. We also hope to dispatch personnel from the Saint-Hallows from other places to Gelbourne. The injury and illness cannot be delayed."
Hearing David Mo's concerns, Chalekel, who had already prepared for a long time, was very calm and he was well aware of the post-war affairs.
"After the battle last night, I have sent people to other cities. If everything goes well, there will be holy healers coming one after another starting this afternoon."
David Mo smiled slightly and praised: "Chalezzo's preparations are very thorough, and he is indeed an excellent general who has been guarding southern Xinjiang for many years."
Then he turned to look at Yurien, with a little sadness on his face and said sadly: "Deputy Commander, the body is about to be cleaned up, so let's start sending them on the road tonight."
Yulian said solemnly: "Don't worry, Chief Mo, I have written the tribute overnight. I will be at a schoolyard in North City tonight. We will send them together."
When talking about this topic, the people around him looked a little heavy. Although they won a miserable victory, the death of the supreme commander undoubtedly brought a shadow to the victory. The Roman Empire was still honored even though it was defeated.
According to the prisoner's account, Sariyev was taken away yesterday, and his life and death were uncertain. But Bukridge had indeed been killed by Mo David's formation, and when Mo David's name was mentioned, the soldiers still had a strong fear in their eyes.
David Mo nodded. Tonight, except for the soldiers on duty, everyone else was going to pay homage. He glanced at everyone present. He could only say that they were lucky to be able to sit here.
"This battle can only be said that we have won terrible victory. Everyone must continue to be vigilant. Since the Romans dared to capture Istan, it means that they were definitely prepared."
Speaking of this, David Mo paused for a moment, pointed to several documents on the desktop, and said lightly: "In front of you are the detailed battle records of this battle, as well as the casualties of each regiment, please take a look."
Seeing that everyone had opened the documents in front of him, David Mo finally slowly said: "My eighth regiment is in a relatively good condition, with more than 3,000 people. As for the Seventh regiment and the Ninth regiment, I think I should listen to the opinions of the two regiment leaders."
After saying that, he looked at Ilia and Nicolas, waiting for them to speak. Although everything is dominated by him at the moment, nominal matters need to be asked about them.
The two of them actually received the war damage from the headquarters last night. Xiao Jiujiu, who originally wanted to make trouble, disappeared without a trace after receiving the news.
Ilia's face looked a little ugly, her body swayed slightly, and she said in a weak voice: "There are more than 1,100 people left in the Seventh Regiment under my command, and the Seventh Regiment is completely ruined..."
Speaking of this, his face became more and more gloomy and said coldly: "Some people say we are cowards, but my Seventh Group suffered the most serious losses! I don't know what those who say bad things behind their backs are, and there should be a limit on slander!"
He glanced at Yurien a little, and he had reason to believe that the old man must have said bad things about him in his memorial to the emperor. At this time, his nature of speculation showed up, and he immediately grasped the important point of heavy casualties and complained to everyone and cried.
Nicolas next to him reacted very quickly when he saw this scene. He quickly continued his words and said a little aggrievedly: "Our 9th Division is also seriously damaged in combat! There are only more than 1,800 troops left in the 5,000 troops. Even if there is no credit, at least I should have worked hard!"
David Mo didn't expect that the two of them would seize this opportunity to attack. He felt a little funny in his heart. He ignored them at the moment and glanced at Yurien and Chalekel beside him, and immediately discovered the mystery.
Although Chalekel looked a little angry, he did not express his opinion. Obviously, he was unwilling to offend these two masters from Yanjing.
Yurien slapped the table directly, pointed at the two of them and cursed: "You two have the face to say! Is the soldiers serving you two dead? Which one is not for the Marquis!"
He was extremely excited and gasped. He pointed outside the parliament hall and shouted loudly: "Ask the soldiers all over the city, who are willing to die for you two wastes!"
Nicolas was born into a wealthy family in Yanjing. Even in Yanjing, few people dared to disobey him, let alone be pointed at him and scolded him in person. He was furious.
"Yurian! I respect you and call you the deputy commander. If you don't respect you, you are nothing! Aren't you a third-class marquis?! I am also a third-class marquis! What qualifications do you have to blame me!"
Yurien didn't expect that Nicolas would dare to give up his mouth. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he held the armrests of the chair with both hands, and looked at Nicolas coldly without saying a word.
When Ilia saw Yurien not speaking, she thought the old man was a little scared. She laughed loudly and stood up and pointed at Yurien and said, "If you cooperate earlier, we will not embarrass you!"
David Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. He was angrily laughed by these two stupid silly eggs who didn't know how high the sky was. The wound on his chest was slightly ached. He sat in his seat and said lightly: "Sit down! This is the parliament hall of the State Council, not the vegetable market in front of your house!"
Hearing his words, the smile on Ilya's face instantly cooled. He was not afraid of anyone present, except David Mo. Not only did he witness the arrow that severely damaged Sariyev, he had also heard of him killing the fifth-level gold powerful man.
This top strong man is no longer angry and powerful. He is the only one who can challenge him in the entire Gelben City.
He sat down respectfully and bowed to David Mo and said, "I have any likes to say anything I like. I don't know how to do things smoothly. Please forgive me, Chief Mo."
Nicolas also stopped immediately. He was so angry that he was a little lost. Now that he saw David Mo's face was gloomy, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe again.
When David Mo saw them, he immediately became ruthless. While he was despised, he vaguely felt that these two people could bend and stretch, but he was afraid that the queen would inevitably cause trouble.
He said coldly: "There are rules in the army. Yurien is our deputy division commander. Now that the Marquis has left, he is our supreme commander. If anyone criticizes him again, please ask if the silver spear in my hand will agree."
Yurien looked at David Mo with some gratitude. Now he needs such strong support the most, even if it is just superficial respect, he can be satisfied.
The meeting ended unhappily, and everyone had their own thoughts.
Moknash followed Mo David and shook his head slightly. Now that Gerben City has not yet established a foothold, Istan City is still deeply trapped in the enemy. These people have begun to argue about their merits. He is deeply ashamed that the Royal Imperial Guard has such a soldier.
David Mo felt Mork Nash's resentment, but he didn't say anything. When the people around him gradually dissipated, Mork Nash finally couldn't help complaining anymore.
"Istan City is still in the hands of the Romans, and these people have begun to have internal conflicts. If you don't have adults, I'm afraid these people will have to be buried with Gerben City."
David Mo smiled calmly when he heard his words, tidied up his military uniform, and after turning over the horse, he said to him lightly: "We can only sweep the snow in front of our house. As for the others... everything is waiting for His Majesty's Holy Punishment."
The group of people rode on horses and held the whip so easily, which caused pedestrians on the road to look at each other. When they saw their military uniforms, they knew that this was the most powerful army in the empire. Especially when they saw David Mo's appearance, everyone was talking.
"What a handsome young man with a jade face! The people in Yanjing are indeed romantic and beautiful!"
"Yoyou, what are your eyes? This is not an ordinary officer. This is a regiment commander!"
"Captain? How old is this child! He actually became the leader of the Royal Imperial Guard?!"
"How can we guess such a fairy-like figure!"
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Hearing the people around him talking, Moknash smiled slightly, looked at David Mo beside him, and suddenly remembered that when he first saw David Mo, he was also shocked by his handsomeness.
David Mo's eyes were flowing, and as if he had not heard it, he led a group of people to the Holy Judgment in Gerben City!