Chapter 80: All the Artillery, I Can Handle

The wounded were divided into three zones.

Severe, moderate, and minor injuries.

Severe cases lie down, moderate cases need someone to support them while walking, and minor injuries can walk on their own.

At this moment, Jiang Anguo must face a problem: the number of wounded is too great, with the camp's wounded exceeding 1,500.

Jiang Anguo does not feel sorry for his own medicines, nor for his points.

"Since the Host is eager to help, the System will award the Host points according to the number of wounded."

This is a benefit from the System: with a total of 1,531 wounded, it provides Jiang Anguo with 3,062 points each day.

Those points alone are enough to Exchange for three Medical Teams, each a 150‑person unit.

"System, you truly were born for war," Jiang Anguo sighed.

Jiang Anguo gives the injured soldiers the best medicines; the severely wounded also need plasma, and a Medical Pack costs 1 point for ten units.

Plasma can be exchanged for 20 servings with 1 point.

But Jiang Anguo's greatest worry is still the wounded ratio; there are simply too many wounded. Currently his camp plus the personnel at Lashu total over 5,000 troops—yes, exactly five thousand.

That's almost the strength of a brigade.

Add the 1,500 wounded, and it's terrifying: over 6,000 people, with nearly one‑third being wounded.

If the Japanese attack, these wounded cannot fight.

Minor injuries are better; they only need a period of recuperation before returning to the battlefield. These soldiers have all experienced life and death and withdrawn from the front.

Wounded Soldiers are both resources and burdens.

In modern warfare, one wounded often ties up one or even two soldiers, reducing direct combat power by three.

War is about to break out, and the wounded at Lashu are an unstable factor.

Even in precious circumstances, Jiang Anguo must find a way to send the wounded to the rear.

Of course, if he can win the Lashu defense, Jiang Anguo will have a foothold.

Regardless, what Jiang Anguo must do now is to rescue the wounded with all his might, turning them into his own men.

The march of war draws ever nearer.

Jiang Anguo also rallies the soldiers, "Is everyone afraid of Little Japan?"

"Not afraid."

"Kill them."

"We had no artillery before; now we have artillery, what's there to fear?"

That's the more rational view.

Jiang Anguo nodded, "Yes, our weapons and gear are better than Little Japan's, our firepower is also stronger. What's there to fear? But the battlefield is about strategy and tactics; you must learn to use your brain on the field."

"Does everyone know why I grouped you ten per team at the start?"

"I'm giving you a chance to find your own comrades; on the battlefield you must trust your comrades. Also, if you get scattered, be ready to join forces with comrades you meet on the field and form a line to counterattack the enemy."

Moreover, Jiang Anguo has issued three days of Combat Rations, each weighing about 1,200 g, all high‑calorie foods.

The main point is that they keep you full during combat.

200 g Canned Spam, 400 g Canned Beef, 200 g jam, 300 g biscuits, 100 g chocolate.

Besides Canned Beef, there are also Red-braised Pork cans, a mix of Red-braised Pork with potatoes, edamame, and other combos.

Jiang Anguo also adjusts according to the actual situation; the calories are fully guaranteed and meet a day's combat needs.

But carrying just this amount of Combat Rations on the body, and three of them, adds about seven jin of load.

In fact, the ration composition and calories are enough for one soldier to sustain seven days of combat power; this is the China battlefield, with the most adorable soldiers.

Jiang Anguo isn't short of money; he believes the soldiers have given their lives, so he naturally strives to excel in logistics.

Moreover, on each company's position, the command also stores an extra three days of rations to ensure operational needs.

Replenishment in wartime isn't that easy; logistics has many considerations.

That day, Jiang Anguo inspected the condition of the wounded, questioned each one, and gave them words of comfort.

He saw a soldier ahead holding a wooden stick, half‑crouched as if firing a mortar, with a bandage tied to his right hand.

Finding it rather interesting, he walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

The man seemed caught, a little shy and embarrassed, "Hehe."

He thought to himself, "That youngster is surrounded by many armed people, all with German submachine guns; he must be a high‑ranking officer."

"Good day, officer, I'm practicing mortar fire."

Jiang Anguo nodded, "What's your name, can you handle a howitzer?"

"I'm Keluobo—no, I'm Shi Xiaomao, a Zhejiang native, th Division Artillery."

Keluobo, Shi Xiaomao—interesting.

"You can operate a mortar."

Keluobo gave a simple smile, "Officer, I can. I studied in Germany; I can handle mountain guns, howitzers, all of them."

Behind him, Meng Fanle whispered, "Bragging."

Jiang Anguo ignored Meng Fanle and stepped forward, saying, "Does your arm affect your firing?"

His unit has an Artillery Company and 105 mm howitzers, but he desperately needs an Artilleryman with extremely precise shooting.

Even System‑exchanged artillerymen need multiple test firings before they can strike the enemy accurately.

Keluobo shook his head, "Officer, it doesn't affect me; I was only nicked by a Japanese Type 38 rifle."

Actually Keluobo was lucky; a bullet grazed his arm without hitting a nerve, and after debridement, suturing, and bandaging, he still needs recovery time.

Jiang Anguo nodded, "Come with me."

Keluobo fell in step with Jiang Anguo's party; Meng Fanle didn't believe the kid could operate a howitzer.

Jiang Anguo led Keluobo to the position of Five Company; at this time, there were not only Five Company and Tank Company, but also two Artillery Companies.

Meng Fanle is also on their first visit to this camp; when they saw the artillery and tanks, they couldn't help widening their eyes.

"Battalion commander, this is our tank," Meng Fanle said.

Meng Fanle didn't recognize the T-34 tank, nor the large‑caliber howitzer; when did their unit's firepower become so strong?

Jiang Anguo ignored Meng Fanle and went to the Artillery Company, "Yan Ping, go fetch a mortar and bring it over, let this kid try it."

"Yes, Commander," Yan Ping immediately ordered the soldiers to bring a mm Mortar.

The group went to a place backed by a mountain; from this spot they test‑fired the mortar, and the sound would not reach Lashu.

The last time Huang Ping fired a shot, it immediately made the Lashu Staff Corps extremely nervous, repeatedly asking whether the Japanese had attacked.

Jiang Anguo also immediately dispatched a Messenger to report the matter upward, and he himself also took a scolding.