So I kept shouting, raising their morale, and even went to the extent of announcing the losses of the enemy every now and then.
"Good boys! Ten thousands are dead now."
"Great! More than twenty thousands are killed."
"More are dead! Good job!"
In fact I never counted any losses here. I just made up such big numbers and kept exaggerating what my forces were doing.
The real loss might be something bigger than what I said. Yet saying losses in such a way made an immediate impact over the shuttered souls and spirits of my forces.
One by one they started to stand up and look around. They looked much livelier to my eyes than before, making me grin in satisfaction.
Now they were better than before, and it was time to let them heal their bodies for a bit.
And to do so, I hurriedly opened the market and started to buy a large number of healing potions and pills from there.
Then using my chariot, I started flying around and throwing these pills and potions to them.
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