After sending several wounded people with weak legs and feet back to the ambulance station and relocating them to the beds found from the Houjin army camp, Chief of Staff Qian gave a military salute to all the wounded soldiers who were willing to stand up at any time.

Then, hurry out and arrange logistics.

After coming to the logistics warehouse, Chief of Staff Qian did not talk nonsense and asked directly, "How much ammunition was transported?" ”

"Report, the ammunition that was shipped, in total, was half a base of rifle ammunition for a battalion."

"Well, go ahead."

"Uhhh······h

Seeing that the sergeant major in charge of logistics and ammunition did not speak, Chief of Staff Qian put down the notebook in his hand to record the current situation of the whole battalion, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Why don't you speak? ”

The ammunition sergeant major shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Gone?" The voice of the former staff officer was extremely surprised: "How could it be gone?" A few hundred falcons, and half a battalion of rifle ammunition was delivered, didn't there be grenades? No shells? No explosives packs? No grenades? ”

The sergeant major replied affirmatively, "No, there is nothing except rifle ammunition, a falcon only has a pound of weight, and a total of 370 falcons have just landed here, bringing 370 catties of supplies."

With such a little thing, two mules can carry it, and it is already very reluctant to count half the base. ”

Chief of Staff Qian was depressed, thinking of the appearance of the regiment commander when he heard the news that his superiors were using falcons to transport supplies, and seemed to have an understanding.

"It seems that the head of the regiment has expected this for a long time. Airdrops, airdrops, sounds like a lot of fun, but it's really useless. It's no wonder that the superiors didn't use the falcon to transport ammunition before. ”

Muttering to himself, Lao Qian also roughly understood why he didn't see the General Staff and the postal department vigorously expand the number of falcon populations.

The hundreds of falcons domesticated by the kingdom now eat meat every day, and when they participate in missions, they have to add food, and their consumption is much greater than that of ordinary infantry.

The current situation of the kingdom, raising these falcons, only relies on their aerial reconnaissance methods and the convenience of communication.

From the fact that most of the falcons in the country have gathered together to transport supplies today, it can be seen that in other aspects, the value of the falcon is indeed not great.

However, in the current situation, it is not easy to get some supplies.

How much is a lot, let's use it for the time being.

Although Chief of Staff Qian, who had figured it out, was still very dissatisfied with the number of airdrops this time, he was no longer picky, and directly cared about the next question: "So, when will the next ammunition supply come?" ”

"The superiors have given a specific time, if the weather does not change much, the next supply will come again in about three hours."

"Three hours." Chief of Staff Qian quickly calculated his own consumption, and in three hours, I am afraid that his ammunition consumption has reached a dangerous value.

"It seems that during this period of time, we must reduce consumption as much as possible."

Chief of Staff Qian, who made the decision, immediately ordered the ammunition sergeant major to begin distributing ammunition to the front line, while also telling each soldier to "discharge as few empty guns as possible." ”

After finishing the ammunition matters, Chief of Staff Qian did not go to the front line, and the officers there were temporarily enough before they were forced to the third trench and fell into a situation where they had to defend to the death.

He was also to stay here, responsible for coordinating the liaison between the various departments of Tashan, between Tashan and the other battalions that were coming, between Tashan and the higher general headquarters, and so on.

Chief of Staff Qian carefully flipped through the communication documents of Tashan and the battalions that came to support, carefully marked the current location of each battalion on the map, and calculated the time of arrival of each battalion and the consumption of ammunition on his side.

By now, the only infantry gun on the front line, because of the shortage of ammunition, has rarely fired if it did not meet key targets.

The grenade launchers have also fallen into semi-stealth, and if the enemy does not use the large shield cart pushed by dozens of people, they will try to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Even the grenades, which the warriors were accustomed to wielding, had been relegated to the category of using items with care.

In order to increase the chance of hitting, the fighters also put the enemy as close as possible, and when they reached a very certain distance, they could shoot again.

And the price of bringing the enemy closer is that the first and second lines of trenches on the front line change hands from time to time.

However, the trench on the Tashan defense line is not so easy to occupy.

Whenever the Houjin army occupies their trenches and amasses enough men to continue the attack, those high-powered weapons that were previously restricted will shine into the field.

After cutting off the connection between the front-line troops and the large forces of the Houjin Army, a counter-charge was launched under the cover of artillery fire, grenades, and grenades to destroy the enemy's salient.

It is with this flexible style of play that the defenders of Tashan can hold the defense line of Tashan despite being extremely inferior in numbers.

However, with the consumption of various supporting ammunition and the adaptation of the Houjin army to its own tactics, Zhao Qingyu already felt that it was a little difficult to launch a counter-attack, and I am afraid that this elastic defensive tactic would not last long.

And, as time went by, the weather became hotter and hotter, and the soldiers of the Huaxia Army on the Tashan defense line wore thick combat vests, and they had to constantly charge back and forth between several trenches and retreat.

The physical exertion of these movements is very enormous.

If the consumption is high, then a lot of supplementary food and water will be required.

In terms of food, Zhao Qingyu was not worried, because before coming here, they went to the Wa Kingdom to carry out a surprise mission, and they carried a large amount of field food on the ship that transported them, and when they came to Tashan, everyone also carried as much high-calorie marching rations as possible.

It's just that the problem of drinking water is more troublesome.

The drinking water they had brought with them had been drunk this morning, and the water that the 1601st Battalion had stored before the arrival of the Ranger Gate had also been drunk by the horses they had brought with them.

Drinking water in the mountains is very difficult to find, either buried deep underneath and cannot be found, or it is covered by dense forests, which is not easy to find.

The military map shows the nearest stream, also near the current enemy-occupied area, almost within range of the Houjin army's birds.

Now, the war is scorching to such an extent, and the defense is very aggrieved, Zhao Qingyu really can't mobilize manpower to grab water on the enemy's territory.

However, the fighters worked so hard that it was impossible not to drink water, and in the hot weather of the autumn tiger, the fighters who consumed a lot of physical strength could easily cause non-combat attrition if they could not replenish water in time.

"I'm the next Olympics, why is it that when it comes to such a critical moment, all kinds of comes."

After Zhao Qingyu cursed fiercely, he could only helplessly order the falcon trainers to pull out one of the falcons that were resting and find a nearby water source.

Zhao Qingyu licked his chapped lips, imagined the beautiful picture of swallowing a mouthful of saliva, moistening his smoking throat, and muttered, "I hope I can find a new water source." If he became the first senior officer in the Huaxia Army to die of thirst, it would be a big joke.

By the way, I'm not really going to die of thirst, am I? ”

With a shudder, Zhao Qingyu shook his head, threw this terrible thought out of his mind, and continued to pay attention to the battle ahead, and the enemy rushed up again.