"Tell me about the plan…"
" We can set up mines on their paths…"
" Then, fire a round of mortars…"
"Let the soldiers ambush on both sides of the road outside the base and launch rockets to as a wave of firepower…"
The commander gave a battle plan.
Zhao Yu felt a headache coming on.
"We don't have that many cannonballs!"
He was still in the stage of lacking the raw materials to make cannonballs.
"Commander. If we retrieve all the ammunition we have, we can create the shells we need…"
Zhao Yu glanced at the data provided by the commander. To gather enough ammunition for the upcoming battle, he would need to recycle seventy to eighty thousand bullets, virtually depleting his reserves.
After a moment's hesitation, he agreed.
If he could win, he would be able to seize ammunition from the enemy.
"How long until the enemy arrives?"
"Half an hour..."