"Boss, reporting! We've eliminated 935 enemies. We lost thirteen of our brothers, with thirty-nine seriously injured and one hundred and eleven lightly injured!"
Tank shouted, his expression one of extreme excitement. To achieve such an outstanding result with just over two hundred men against nearly a thousand was enough to make everyone proud!
"The brothers we lost... do we have their family information? If so, make sure their families receive full compensation. We can't let our men feel let down. The rest of the injured must also be compensated accordingly!"
Zhou Fan nodded, very satisfied. He knew it had a lot to do with his group taking out the ten enemies on heavy artillery earlier—otherwise, their casualties would have been far greater. Still, this was a hell of a victory!
"Don't worry, Boss!" Tank replied loudly, still standing ramrod straight.
