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Looking over at the Royal Capital Guard, it was a completely different scene. They were like a swarm of headless flies, lacking any tactical organization, merely engaging in passive defense and counterattacks. Faced with the highly efficient and orderly assault of John's forces, the Royal Capital Guard appeared overwhelmed, with more and more of their members being knocked down or rendered unconscious. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the entire Royal Capital Guard faced the tragic fate of total annihilation.
As Napoleon had envisioned, John quickly surrounded the remaining dozen or so members of the Royal Capital Guard. However, John's eight men also suffered significant losses, with four of them forced to fall unconscious on the ground.
John fixed his gaze on the leader across from him. Despite knowing nothing about him, not even his name, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration deep within. This was indeed a different world. In Western Europe of old, in such intense combat scenarios, if casualties reached even a third of their numbers, those armies would have long chosen to surrender to save their lives.
Consider the famous saying from Italy and France at that time: "No one can occupy Paris before we surrender!" If there were no existing prisoner camps, they would build one themselves. This attitude towards surrender had become a topic of light-hearted conversation among people.
At this moment, facing this tenacious resisting force, John shouted loudly: "Enough! You can stop now! You should lay down your Wu Lan. The courage you have shown is already commendable; even if you put down your Wu Lan, it will not diminish your honor as true warriors!"
The leader silently regarded John. This naturally taciturn man made no response. He slowly raised the wooden stick tightly gripped in his hand as if gathering all his strength for this moment. Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward like a fierce beast charging at John.
The soldiers following him surged forward like flames ignited, erupting with astonishing momentum. Fearlessly, they trailed closely behind their leader, forming a torrent that pressed onward.
Regardless of their tactical proficiency, just from their fearless courage alone, John had to admit that this was indeed a competent unit. Even though this battle was not a decisive fight for survival, their resilience and determination were still moving.
A few minutes later, John reached out to help the bruised leader to his feet and smiled as he applied ointment to his wounds and offered him healing potions. With the battle concluded, John's subordinates began tending to the injured, while a group of doctors rushed out from outside the Training Ground to assist.
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