Chapter 852: Back hand (1)

The more than two thousand soldiers who died in battle can only be buried in haste, and more wounded soldiers have become the biggest problem that Jackson needs to face. vertex
Jackson's view on this is simple
"Leave them there, how can I bear it?"
Even though Leader Night Blade did not agree with this behavior, he nodded.
In order to prevent the entire conversation from becoming cliché, Ye Ren pointed to the wounded soldiers.
"How long does it take to start?"
"It takes about an hour."
Connie, the medical officer in charge of the field hospital, pointed to the slightly wounded who were waiting in line outside. The end of the team was still sorting the wounded, and shrugged tiredly.
"We are currently treating patients with less severe trauma, and most people can enter the battle after a meal and a rest."
Then he nodded toward a stretcher, as if to indicate that he would pass by soon.
"We now have more than 200 seriously injured people, of which 80 are still in danger of life. I will talk to Jenny Funi and transfer the most stable person to another car before departure so that we can change Effectively treat the patients with the most serious injuries."
"Good job."
Jackson quickly calculated these numbers in his head.
Together with the 2,000 people who have been killed, it means that they have lost nearly one-sixth of their vitality.
This kind of battle loss is quite good compared with the whole Oke force. However, this still obviously weakens the team's strength, and Ouke's loss may be minimal.
Deep in his heart, he even suspected that all soldiers would be lost before reaching his destination.
Of course, if the ammunition is depleted, no one can help.
After encouraging medical staff, Jackson made up his mind to leave the temporary field medical station and immediately went to Colonel Mudfahan, who was in charge of logistics, and determined to clarify the problem.
The legion was staying where Jackson was looking forward to finding him. In the middle of the logistics unit, he was arguing with the artillery commander about the issue that Jackson was worried about.
"You can only redistribute the remaining shells equally to each mortar."
Mudfahan said aggressively:
"There is only one shelf of ammunition left in our ammunition cart, that is all your ammunition! By the way, I will tell you the good news, the heavy artillery battalion has been exhausted except for the artillery itself."
Unintentionally overhearing these news, Jackson's blood was coagulated.
During his time in the artillery regiment, he was familiar with the details of these weapons, knowing that the artillery had only a few shells left.
If the desperate plan just now needed more shells to destroy the dam, they would probably fail.
"Okay, that's great."
The artillery commander was clearly dissatisfied.
"It looks like we have to save ammunition before replenishing."
"The situation will not last very long. If, as the chief thinks, this tunnel leads to the expected place, we are only 20 kilometers away from the rear."
"I don't know what the situation is, there is Tyre."
The artillery commander seemed very melancholy. He had many heavy artillery pieces and many strong artillery pieces, but now only these small pieces are left.
"Do you want to bet there hasn't been looted?"
So far, the news they have received is that Ouke sent a partial army, emerged from a direction that should not appear, and was running towards Tyre,
Once they cross the mountain, they will enter the plain between Witriel and Tyre. There is no exact order to let the troops go to Tyre. Radio communication has frequently failed since leaving Mihir Hill. .
"Then we can only grab it back."
Jackson interjected, forcing himself to remain as steady as a commander should have been.
The two chatting officers immediately saluted him, his face embarrassed.
"How much fuel is left?"
Jackson asked after the artillery commander left.
During this evacuation, they also carried a few vehicles, mainly used to transport ammunition and supplies. If the fuel was used up, the problem of lack of ammunition would not matter.
Faced with such a problem, the officer smiled reluctantly.
"We still have enough fuel."
His tone clearly warned Jackson that he would not want to know how tight the remaining fuel usage would be.
The lieutenant general understands what he said, after all, he is an expert in this regard.
"I guess you heard about heavy artillery shells."
Jackson nodded.
"He couldn't hide his emotions."
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At this time, a loud metal impact sounded in the air, which resonated with the vibration from the rock underneath. Obviously, the engineering team had just successfully removed the first filter grille.
"The situation is really grim."
Mudfahan nodded.
"The good news is that we still have a lot of light weapons and ammunition to support weapons. If those are not enough, we can still use green-skinned weapons and ammunition."
Although the green skin was washed away, many of the weapons they used are still left on the battlefield, many of which are modified by human weapons.
Although there have been rumors that humans using green-skinned weapons will have a high probability of malfunctioning or exploding, but this time there is not much choice.
"What about food?"
"There is no problem supporting it there."
Mudfahan assured Jackson, but he never thought it would cause any trouble to the troops.
"But before you give all the water to the green skin, you should let us replenish the fresh water first."
The logistics supervisor smiled, with a hint of humor in his tone
"The Father taught us to have a generous heart."
Jackson quoted a famous quote, and he laughed when he heard it.
"Well, there is no shortage of water where we are going."
This prediction was soon confirmed.
After traveling cautiously for several hours, the journey in the aqueduct went smoothly unexpectedly.
They were able to advance dozens of kilometers under the bottom of the mountain in a few hours, far more than a day's journey over the mountain even without the green skin.
In this case, Jackson also began to feel that he could relax a dangling heart.
Even the vehicle was running very smoothly in the tunnel. The light beams emitted by the headlights scattered on the mist seeping from the rock wall. When the vehicle passed by, there was an echo in the passage.
From time to time, he could glimpse the auxiliary engineering pipes and some equipment he didn't recognize and the entrance door on the wall. He was a little uneasy in his heart. He had never heard of this project, and it was full of weirdness.
It didn't take long for him to be greeted by a mixture of fragrant body odor and coffee aroma.
Jackson took the glass gratefully and felt the warmth spreading between his fingers~EbookFREE.me~Thank you, Elena. "
The witch just smiled at him and filled her empty glass like a joke.
Jackson took a sip, letting the rich flavor spread in his throat, then whispered:
"Where are we?"
"We have walked nearly half the way, sir."
Elena's fingers flicked gently, a map floated in the air and opened, and a shiny red dot on the top marked their location.
The icons in a line are like rosary beads for chanting, and the car where the two are located is close to the center of the team.
Although the possibility of green skin appearing in the tunnel in front is minimal, Jackson's paranoid tendency is still causing trouble. The closer he is to a safe place, the more he seems to be worried that he may be defeated, as if good luck is almost exhausted, and the disaster will be soon. Will come to the head.