When asked about this, Lao Sun's old face collapsed.

I don't know if it's because of this position, he has already regarded weapons and ammunition as his baby bumps.

Now just watching these treasures being carried away one by one, his heart was dripping blood.

On weekdays, he always asked the brothers in the logistics supply battalion to take good care of these good items, and he wished to wipe them several times a day.

Moreover, 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 wanted to beg Zhao Ye to find a few similar professionals in the future, so that the entire logistics supply battalion could learn how to repair weapons.

"Master Zhao, we don't have many bullets now, and the bullets you brought back before in order to speed up the march as much as possible are, on average, a thousand rounds per machine gun.

As for the spears, it was even less, and our regiment totaled 3,000 men, and each person could get an average of 100 rounds.

As for the shells, there were even less, seventy guns of all kinds, each with an average of only ten rounds.

So.... Do you want to persuade the brethren to fire fewer shots and fewer shots tonight? ”

Lao Sun Tou really values these arms.

Although he also knew that at his age, Zhao Ye valued his qualifications so that he could be the battalion commander.

It is to help the young people behind them occupy a position, and sooner or later they will have to abdicate.

But since he has taken up this position, he cherishes it immensely.

has been mediocre for most of his life, where has he ever managed this, it is naturally a baby's dislike.

Zhao Ming also understood what Lao Sun meant, in fact, it was the conventional thinking of the old man, and he felt that if the bullets and shells were gone, then his logistics supply battalion seemed to have no need to exist.

"Lao Sun, there is no way to do this, most of the shells can't be saved, I asked the brothers to fire a few fewer shots."

Zhao Ming can't do anything about this, artillery coverage must be available.

Sometimes artillery is not necessarily for the purpose of killing, and deterrence is also very important, especially at night, when the psychological deterrence formed by dense artillery fire is very huge.

And artillery is also the key to disrupting the morale of the opposing army.

"Good.... Well...."

The old grandson sighed with some regret, and a pair of cloudy eyes still looked at those weapons and ammunition reluctantly.

Zhao Ming shook his head, he knew that the foreigners had no idea of pursuing at all, and he might as well drive a few military trucks back, and there would be more arms that could be loaded.

Moreover, military trucks are good things, and as for gasoline and diesel, they can also be obtained through the relationship of the head of the regiment.

It's a pity that at that time, in order to beware of foreigners' aircraft reconnaissance, the car was too dazzling and gave up.

"But I really have to find a way to get some cars like this, and I don't know if Commander Ren can get a few."

Zhao Ming really remembered this thing.

Of course, it is not used to transport coal, and even if cars can get it, gasoline and diesel are expensive.

Who said that only gasoline is expensive in later generations? In those years, a litre of gasoline was worth nearly four dimes.

It doesn't seem like much, but it's actually worth a lot of money these days.

"Forget it, this kind of expensive thing is not something I can play with, wait until when I can sit on tens of millions of assets."

Zhao Ming shook his head helplessly, according to his plan.

Even if he relied on the Central Plains War and completely owned most of Chahar's territory, his net worth was still a little Karami compared to other local tyrant warlords.

may be poorer than Feng Dashuai, a poor ghost, as for the rich second generation like Zhang Shaoshuai, don't think about it.

"You still have to take it step by step and make money! Still have to go crazy for money! ”

Silently, the battalions had also made a preliminary distribution of their equipment.

Although Zhao Ming always muttered that his subordinates were now lacking in firepower, it was seriously insufficient.

But that is also the standard of later generations, compared with the foreigner firepower synthesis battalion encountered before.

In fact, against the domestic miscellaneous army, his regiment can definitely be called a local tyrant regiment.

Some miscellaneous armies may have only 27 machine guns in the whole division, and some even fewer have only 21 machine guns.

According to Feng Dashuai'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, as well as some Russian-made semi-automatic rifles, and a full set of Russian-made pikes and pistols.

Because of the capture of two foreign battalions, their weapons were captured, which formed such a luxurious configuration.

If it weren't for the ambush warfare at that time, a lot of the artillery of one battalion of the opposing side would have been almost scrapped, and the number of artillery would have to be doubled.

At that time, the sum of these weapons will already be comparable to the configuration of Feng Dashuai'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 it is placed in Zhang Shaoshuai's place, it can be compared with other people's regular teachers.

As for the elite division of the young marshal, then wash and sleep, people don't need an elite division, a firepower synthesis brigade can crush Zhao Ming's numbers.

Not to mention that the descendants of the brigade are also equipped with armored vehicles, if it is a descendant army stationed near Shenyang, it is not surprising that Zhao Ming will take out a tank.

But even if the weapons are excellent now, Zhao Ming doesn't dare to really argue with those big guys, and he doesn't dare to touch them.

No way, the equipment is good and sufficient. But this ammunition is really not enough.

Therefore, we still have to engage in ammunition, but fortunately, many of these Russian-made weapons are general-purpose ammunition, and artillery shells only need to be purchased through channels according to the model.

This has to see if Lao Guo and Ren are reliable enough.

Time passed little by little, and Huo Zhongtun was in full swing preparing for the decisive battle.

On the other hand, the base camp of Outer Mongolia is located, although it is also doing a posture of fierce soldiers, but on the whole, it looks chaotic.

"It's too messy, what are you doing, this is our station!"

A leader of the begging department, who had only returned from the inspection not long ago, pointed to the area in front of him with some displeasure.

There should have been a few wooden stakes stuck here, but now somehow they are gone.

"What are you guys where we are stationed, this place has always been where we have been stationed, we have been here for more than ten days, you say it's yours is yours?"

The soldiers on the opposite side did not panic at all, and directly went back.

In an instant, the people on both sides suddenly became tense.

It's easy to see why this is the case.

The main reason is that the four leaders of the Qiyan Department went south before the Ministry of Qiyan, and were responsible for transporting and escorting the spoils stranded in Chazhong.

And when they left, Zhao Ming and they came to sneak attack again at night.

As a result, the Noyan Department simply abandoned the defense line of Pingqiantun and stationed directly near the base camp.

After all, there are too many people and cattle captured in the camp now, and now the manpower is still scattered, and it is easy to be broken by the enemy, so it is not good to have this situation again.

This is a good thing, but the beggar department is used to being high, and conflicts are naturally inevitable at this time.

Fortunately, in the end, the banner master of the Noyan Tribe, Akchin rushed over in time when he heard the movement, and while scolding his subordinates, he asked both sides to take a step back, so that the matter was settled.

When he had finished doing this, he returned to his tent, and suddenly his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart, and he lay down on the ground with his head up, feeling extremely tired.