When asked about this, Lao Sun's face fell.
I don’t know if it’s because of this position, but he has regarded weapons and ammunition as his treasures.
Now just watching these treasures being carried away one by one, his heart was bleeding.
On weekdays, he asked the brothers in the logistics supply camp to take good care of these good items, and he wished he could wipe them down several times a day.
And I once heard Zhang Kai mention that those engaged in logistics supply generally need to master the basic repair and maintenance of weapons.
So he even thought about begging Mr. Zhao to find a few similar professionals in the future so that the entire logistics supply camp could learn how to repair weapons.
"Master Zhao, we don't have many bullets now. In order to speed up the march as much as possible, the bullets you brought back were, on average, only a thousand rounds for each machine gun.
As for long guns, there are even fewer. Our group has a total of three thousand people, and each person can only get one hundred rounds on average.
As for the artillery shells, there are even fewer. There are seventy artillery pieces of various types, each with an average of only ten rounds.
So... why don't you advise the brothers to fire less cannons and fire fewer shots tonight? "
Lao Suntou really valued these arms.
Although he also knew that at his age, Master Zhao only valued his qualifications and made him the battalion commander.
It is to occupy a position for the young people behind, who will have to step aside sooner or later.
But now that he has taken this position, he cherishes it extremely.
I have been mediocre for most of my life. If I have ever cared about this, it is definitely my fault.
Zhao Ming also understood what Lao Sun meant. In fact, it was the old man's conventional thinking. He felt that if the bullets and shells were used up, then there seemed to be no need for his logistics supply camp.
"Old Sun, there's nothing we can do about it. The shells probably won't be saved. I'll ask the brothers to fire less."
Zhao Ming had nothing to do about this, artillery coverage was a must.
Sometimes artillery is not necessarily for killing, but shock is also very important. Especially at night, the psychological deterrence caused by dense artillery fire is very huge.
And artillery is also the key to disrupting the opponent's military morale.
"Okay...Okay..."
Old Suntou sighed with regret, but still looked at the weapons and ammunition with a pair of cloudy eyes reluctantly.
Zhao Ming shook his head. He had known that the foreigners had no intention of pursuing them at all. He might as well have driven back with a few military trucks, which would have been able to hold more arms.
Moreover, military trucks are a good thing. As for things like gasoline and diesel, we can also use Captain Ren’s relationship to get some.
Unfortunately, in order to guard against foreign aircraft reconnaissance, the car was too eye-catching and was abandoned.
"But we really have to find a way to get some things like cars. I don't know if Captain Ren can get a few of them."
Zhao Ming is really thinking about this thing.
Of course it is not used to transport coal. Even if cars can be obtained, gasoline and diesel are extremely expensive.
Who says gasoline is expensive only in later generations? These days, a liter of gasoline costs nearly four cents.
It doesn't seem like much, but it's actually very valuable these days.
"Forget it, I can't handle this precious thing. Let's wait and see when I can have tens of millions of assets."
Zhao Ming shook his head helplessly and followed his plan.
Even though he completely controlled most of Chahar's territory thanks to the Central Plains War, his net worth was still small compared to other wealthy warlords.
He might be even poorer than Marshal Feng, a poor guy. As for a rich second generation like Marshal Zhang, don't even think about it.
"You still have to go step by step to make money! You still have to make money like crazy!"
Silently muttering, each battalion has also carried out preliminary distribution of their own equipment.
Although Zhao Ming always talks about the lack of firepower of his subordinates, which is seriously insufficient.
But that is the standard of later generations, compared with the foreign firepower synthesis battalions encountered before.
In fact, compared with the domestic motley crew, his regiment can definitely be called a rich regiment.
Some miscellaneous troops may only have 27 machine guns in the entire division, and some may have even fewer, only 21.
Compared to Marshal Feng's command, the firepower of Zhao Ming's regiment is no less than that of a division.
Seventy large and small cannons, sixty light and heavy machine guns, plus dozens of submachine guns, some Russian-made semi-automatic rifles, and a full set of Russian-made long rifles and pistols.
Because they captured two foreign battalions and captured their weapons, they formed such a luxurious configuration.
If it hadn't been for the ambush battle at that time, which destroyed many of the opponent's battalion's artillery pieces and was almost useless, the number of artillery pieces would have been doubled.
By then, these weapons combined would be comparable to the configuration of Marshal Feng's two divisions.
It may be worse than some elite divisions, but even if it is Lao Feng's elite division, these equipment are enough to match an elite division.
Even if you put it in Shaoshuai Zhang's place, you can compare it to other regular divisions.
As for the young marshal's elite division, let's just go to sleep. They don't need elite divisions. A combined fire brigade can crush Zhao Ming's numbers.
Not to mention that the direct line brigade is also equipped with armored vehicles. Zhao Ming would not be surprised if the direct line troops stationed near Shenyang brought out tanks.
But even though the weapons are sophisticated now, Zhao Ming doesn't dare to really challenge those big guys, and he doesn't even dare to touch them.
There is no way, the equipment is good and sufficient. But this ammunition is really not enough.
Therefore, ammunition has to be obtained. Fortunately, many of these Russian-made weapons are general-purpose ammunition, and the artillery shells only need to be purchased through channels according to the model.
It depends on whether Lao Guo and Captain Ren are reliable enough.
Time passed little by little, and Huo Zhongtun was making preparations for the decisive battle in full swing.
On the other hand, the Outer Mongolia base camp is also making a vigorous gesture, but overall it looks chaotic.
"This is too messy. What did you do? This is our base!"
A subordinate of the Qiyan Department who had just returned from inspection not long ago pointed to the area in front of him with some displeasure.
There were supposed to be several wooden stakes inserted here, but now they are missing for some reason.
"What is our station? This place has always been our station. We have been here for more than ten days. If you say it is yours, it belongs to you?"
The soldiers on the opposite side didn't panic at all and just fought back.
In an instant, the men and horses on both sides were at war with each other.
The reason why this happens is easy to understand.
Mainly, four of the Qiyan tribe's former subordinates went south to be responsible for transporting and escorting the loot stranded in Chazhong.
As soon as they left, Zhao Ming and the others made another sneak attack at night.
So the Nuoyan tribe simply gave up the defense line of Pingqiantun and stationed directly near the base camp.
After all, there are too many people and animals captured in the camp now, and the people are still scattered, making it easy for the enemy to defeat them one by one. It would not be good if this happens again.
This is a good thing, but the begging department is used to being aloof, so conflicts are naturally unavoidable at this time.
Fortunately, in the end, the leader of the Nuoyan tribe, Akqin, heard the movement and rushed over in time. While scolding his subordinates and asking both sides to take a step back, the matter was settled.
After finishing these tasks, he returned to his tent. Suddenly his whole body felt like it was about to fall apart. He lay down on the ground with his head raised, feeling extremely tired.
