Warwick had already planned for this. He spoke in a deep voice, his words clear:
"Fifty Main Battle Tanks, fifty Infantry Fighting Vehicles, and fifty Self-Propelled Mortars."
"Fifty Land Shield 3000 short-range air defense systems, fifty Wheeled Assault Vehicles, and fifty Mengshi machine gun vehicles."
"Also, one hundred logistics transport vehicles, loaded with diesel and ammunition."
"I'll carry some of the remaining fuel and ammunition in my Spatial Ring."
He paused, calculating the manpower.
"At an average of two people per vehicle, we'll need eight hundred of our people."
"The remaining two hundred or so will serve as scouts, exploring the route ahead of the army and the surrounding area."
After hearing him out, Lin Mo frowned slightly.
The plan was thorough, but one crucial problem emerged.
"Warwick, I need to remind you of something."
Lin Mo's expression was serious.
"From here to your tribe, it's more than two thousand kilometers in a straight line. The actual journey will only be longer."
"These vehicles guzzle fuel, especially the tanks. Their fuel consumption per hundred kilometers is staggering."
"Even though ours use new-generation hybrid power systems and can run on electricity, energy will still be a major problem over that distance."
He looked at Warwick and laid it all out.
"Our Expeditionary Force drove a thousand kilometers to get here, but we were both mounting an expedition and relocating. We prepared ample supplies."
"With the amount of diesel you're carrying, I'm afraid you'll run out halfway home."
"When that happens, these steel beasts really will become dead lumps of metal, stranded halfway there, nothing but scrap."
Lin Mo spoke sincerely. This was no alarmist talk.
"We in Great Xia value our reputation when doing business."
"You're buying this equipment with your hard-earned money. We can't have it become unusable as soon