Limited Ammo! My Hardcore Survival in Ancient Times

"Report, Captain! The GPS is completely dead, the satellite phone has no signal, and the drilling vehicle broke apart in the spatial rift!"

"How much firepower do we have left?"

"512 rifle rounds and half a load of machine-gun ammo... Every shot we fire is one less!"

Lin Rui takes a deep breath, looking at the mass of ancient heavy cavalry outside the camp and the refugees behind him, gaunt with hunger.

No unlimited ammunition. No System shop. Just a few solar-powered tablets, several military entrenching tools, incomplete first-aid kits, and the modern engineering and tactical knowledge in his head.

The enemy commander laughs. "A mere hundred men dare stand in the way of my army?"

Lin Rui sneers, quietly sketching a topographic terrain model. He directs the refugees to dig interconnected trenches, string up barbed wire, and establish a field sterilization zone...

When the first blast of geological explosives used to break rock echoes through the chaos of war, the army of the cold-steel era finally remembers the terror of being crushed by modern logistics and industry.

"We have only one goal: survive, find the spacetime anchor, and get home!"