We can't win, but...

The situation appeared, in all its complexity, to be fairly simple. 

For now and at least the next two days, the camp would remain as it was, with only the surviving mercenaries manning it up. After all the causalities brought by the courtesy of NeuArms Inc. and my raid, there were still four to five thousand humans left in the camp. 

In two days, though, the main force of the entire campaign would arrive. The Golden Imperial Legion. A unit that my female prisoner of war uttered with utmost respect. 

Or, in other words, a proper army of five thousand frontline veterans, all assembled from the elites grown in the other legions of the empire. 

Five thousand men whose one and sole purpose in life was war. And a day or two after them, two more legions would arrive, bringing the total number above what I had any hopes of handling.