Chapter 1119: You Want Me to Run Away?
"A fifty percent mortality rate?" Muria was startled upon hearing this, as those sent to the battlefield by the clan were definitely official members.
Every official member from the Douglas family was elite, no matter where they were placed. That such elites were pushed into battle with a fifty percent mortality rate was almost unimaginable that the family could tolerate half of them dying.
This showed just how cruel the battlefield where humans fought against different species was. If this was the fate of those with top-tier backgrounds, the casualties among the lower-ranking soldiers were undoubtedly worse.
"Hmm, under normal circumstances, it's thirty percent. A team leader must ensure that casualties in their team do not exceed thirty percent, otherwise, they'd be held accountable. But you are different, so it's fifty percent."
"Hmm? Are you saying my capabilities are less than previous team leaders?" Muria's face showed displeasure.