"This is a list of the supplies we have now, the food and petrol that the British have stockpiled at the airport have already been set on fire by the Boers before we arrived, and we have tried our best to salvage but have not found much." Jiang Yuan handed the sorted report to Lu Xiangyang.

"So little gas? Alas, gasoline is listed as a first-class controlled material, and all projects that want to use gasoline except for the power supply of searchlights at night must apply for approval. Lu Xiangyang said after looking at the report.

In the past two days, the British have withdrawn from this area after being beaten by the crossing crowd, and the British army has even abandoned some strongholds that are not very ideal for the preparation of troops and firepower, and have retreated to several strongholds equipped with large-caliber artillery.

The Boers were elated to see this, but Lu Xiangyang, who had already read a book that had been redeemed in the shopping system with a description of the course of the Second Boer War, was really not interested at all.

Don't look at the thousands of British soldiers killed and injured in these armed conflicts, and at least 20 monkey "Vickers" tanks were smashed and captured by the British, but everyone knows that compared to the total number of troops that the British finally sent to South Africa in the original time and space history, this loss is really a drop in the bucket!

Although Huang Xiaolei thought that the plan to lure the Gallic chickens to create tensions on the border between Somaliland and Sudan to disperse the British forces after throwing out the Suez Canal was a good idea; But for Lu Xiangyang and them, after all, they are far away, and they can't solve the urgent need of the current shortage of materials, especially now that their food stocks have reached the point where they are about to bottom out.

"We don't have any good solutions for fuel except to look at the faces of the 'director team', and the most important thing now is to find a way to solve the food problem as soon as possible." Lu Xiangyang said to Jiang Yuan.

"It's not easy to do, now the Boers themselves rely on obtaining supplies from Portuguese Mozambique, once the British put pressure on the Portuguese from the sea, they can't protect themselves, where can they take care of us?" Jiang Yuan said.

"I'll tell you the truth, we have a fleet and amphibious assault ships, but we lack fuel from the South China Sea, and the oil fields we control in the South China Sea are still in the exploration stage, and when the oil will be produced depends on when the Americans' equipment will enter the field." Lu Xiangyang said to this former logistics manager who has a good set of logistics management.

"In other words, we will most likely have to survive here until the dry season, and the most difficult and difficult time has not yet come!" Lu Xiangyang continued.

"Don't be too pessimistic, the climate in South Africa is relatively pleasant among many African countries, but the place we are in now is relatively arid." Jiang Yuan said.

Jiang Yuan's sentence is basically nonsense, and the traversers can't leave this airport at all now, okay? You're not thinking about moving to the Boer-controlled hinterland, are you? Big brother, although the Second Boer War lasted for three years, the Boers had no territory of their own for more than half of the race, and almost all of them had been wandering around fighting guerrillas for the second half of the race!

It's really better to get stuck here, at least you don't have to be tied up with the Boers, and there is still room for maneuver when talking to the British, right?

Also, the old fox of Drary clearly wants the traverser to block the bullets in front, would he be so kind as to dig an airport for you in his backyard?

Just when Lu Xiangyang was struggling with food, the outpost in front of him sent back the news that several riders dressed as British soldiers were running towards the airport with white flags.

"I don't think you're in good spirits, why don't I go and meet the British first?" Lu Xiangyang said to Tian Buzi, whose eyes were full of red blood.

After Mia's injury, Tian Buzi was almost sleepless by her side, and even after the more professional brain surgeon came, he only took a short nap and went to follow the busy work.

In addition, the fighting around the airport in the past two days has been very fierce, and there are also many injuries that need to be treated, and minor surgeries such as debridement and suturing are basically how much time he has to spare.

"Forget it, you can't speak English well, so I'd better go. I'm afraid that because he was beaten out, the British guy has come back to his senses, and he should know that it is the 'Great Song people' who occupy the airport. After washing his face and head with clean water, he meticulously brushed his hair with a comb.

"Do you have any formidable statements about our sudden appearance in this sensitive place in South Africa?" Lu Xiangyang said and handed Tian Buzi a cup of instant coffee in a military kettle.

"Acting at the opportunity, anyway, it's reasonable to make a fuss first, after all, we're dead, aren't we?" Tian Buzi said after taking a sip of coffee.

Forcing the king to think really Nyima, I feel that the British who were killed with 155mm howitzers and MK82 on my side are not people, what do you mean after all, we are dead!?

"Well, then you can grasp it yourself, after all, you are still more professional in diplomacy, and you should say hello in advance if you need our cooperation, now we are short of supplies, and we have to count it several times to move." Lu Xiangyang didn't know what Tian Buzi planned to make a fuss, but he had the preparation to flip the table and continue to fight.

"You put your heart down in your stomach, you really think that the A-10 bomb was lost in vain, the British are afraid that they will not be able to get together a round of ammunition for ten and a half days, and if the talks collapse, they will just go back to their own homes." Tian Buzi said and took off his disposable antibacterial suit in front of Lu Xiangyang.

"Sure enough, it's your Great Song people's ghost!" Lieutenant Colonel Madison, who had just been reinstated, shouted loudly when he saw Tenbouz, not caring at all about the so-called gentlemanly image.

"Well, I don't know what this lieutenant colonel is called? The contempt is Tian Buzi, a former employee of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Great Song Dynasty. The King saluted Lieutenant Colonel Madison with great graciude.

Perhaps it was Tempoz's polite attitude that made Madison feel that there was something to be gained, and the old man did not inform Tenbutz of his identity, but instead loudly threatened to declare war on the Great Song Empire.

"Humph! First of all, I would like to state that I and these citizens of the Great Song Dynasty around me do not represent the official officials of the Great Song Dynasty, and I made it very clear when I introduced myself just now that I am just a former employee of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Great Song Dynasty. Tian Buzi said slowly, the heavy medical affairs of the past two days have made his thinking a little stuck.

"Secondly, I don't think you can represent the Queen of England and the Parliament to make the decision to declare war, and it is not a matter of a day or two for the two of us to have friction in the South Pacific, is it your turn to shout here if you really want to declare war?" Tianbuz continued.

"What the hell do you mean by taking over our airport!?" Choked by Field, Madison changed the subject with interest.

"No, no, you're getting things wrong, you attacked our tour group first, and then our medical team had to borrow the airfield that the Boers had just captured to land." Although he knew that this statement could not stand up to scrutiny in terms of details, Tian Buzi was determined to break it down like this.

"The medical team? Your medical team is equipped with weapons that can withstand the firepower of one of our regiments! Lt. Col. Madison said.

"A company, in fact, those volunteers carrying weapons is equivalent to the strength of a company of the Great Song Army." Tenbutz said and pulled out a cigar.

"Volunteers? You're playing the same trick in the Far East again? Whether they are volunteers or not, you have to know what the nature of the incident is that the Great Song people with weapons occupy the airfields belonging to our British Empire! "Lieutenant Colonel Madison is indeed not a diplomatic game, and he will only threaten this trick.

"I must remind you once again that you have never been able to understand the order of events, and that we received the airfield from the Boers, not from the British." Tenbuz simply ignored the fact that the Boers had fled by the time the militia was teleported.

Tenbuz was sure that the British army did not have cameras and other equipment that could swing a real hammer, and he was sure that it was the Boers who drove the British out of the airport.

"Alright then, now please exit our airport." Lieutenant Colonel Madison was finally recruited.

As Tenbutz had predicted, after being beaten by the various modern weapons of the Crossing Crowd, the British now had no spare strength to organize a decent attack on the airport, and Madison thought of using the reason for the war between the two countries to threaten the Great Song people to return control of the airport.

This is obviously just a lieutenant colonel who is just a martial artist, how do you know that those who play diplomacy will have all kinds of buttons! The mere "well-then" would have been taken as evidence that the Boers had taken the airfield first.

"Well, since you have also admitted that the Boers occupied the airport first, then please go back, we don't need to hand over to you this airport that was no longer owned by you when we took over. If you can get a document from Pretoria that we can move out of the airport, we'll discuss it slowly. Tenboz immediately seized on Madison's mistake and lashed out.