So the battle was won greatly, with minimal casualties.
The support fire group shot down any oncoming forces before they could get to them. The party fought several monsters with several NPCs they knew as allies, and the climatic battle began.
The party who was on the front lines was present, so three members, and they watch as the leader of the actual army is cut down quickly by the warlord and his mount. He holds his shield and blade in a defensive position as he swings and carves his way through the party with his mount. Tyson-chan the barbarian even turned werebear and it was looking bleak. Then, the monk I palyed with the party drops in and kicks him off the monut (no damage dealt). The warlord stabs him in the heart and using it as a fulcrum, snaps his spine by striking him as hard as he can in the chest. He then takes a two handed attack stance and ditches his shield (lowering his AC by 2 but doing a 1d10 damage die with an extra +3 to damage) and stands tall as the party starts to fight him. He almsot kills the werebear and the fighter before the fighter lands a crit and decapitates him with a clean stroke, his head slowly rolling down as his body drops.
Then the bard runs up to the monk who's body is broken entirely and he's dying. She tries to stabalize him, but fails. His exact words as he dies:
"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend much more time together, lovely... At least I can die staring into the eyes of an angel." as he pulls off one last flirtatious joke to her before he dies.
THe other casualites the party knows is the apprentice to the boss of the bard, who died protecting his master and a friend from another town who joined to aid in the battle who was a werewolf.
In the end, all the hobgoblins were slain, with minimal casualties on the party's side. Those who were slain were very unlucky or inexperienced.
A lot of prisoners from the hobgoblins stayed in town as a thank you to the people who freed them, and may soldiers, after seeing the strength of the adventurers, stayed in town to become adventurers of their own.