"Leader, rest assured, leave it to me!" Torrelugo assured confidently, patting his chest.
Maximus then turned to Horace, who had been waiting nearby: "How are the wounded?"
"There aren't many wounded, their wounds have all been bandaged and their conditions are stable." Horace replied succinctly.
Maximus said, "Since your Medical Team has plenty of hands, treat those enemy wounded over there as well."
"Alright." Horace agreed without hesitation. Having been the Medical Team leader for over a year, saving lives had become almost second nature to him. He had originally found those enemies lying on the ground, wailing and crying, pitiable. Now, with Maximus' nod, he could hardly wait to take people over there.
But Torrelugo objected: "Leader, those are our enemies, don't be fooled by their pitiful state now. They were very fierce when they attacked us before, and if our people go to save them, they might get hurt!"
