Chapter 1651: Become Stronger

When Zhou Qingfeng was warned, Jonathan the Texan was leading his team back to his secret camp in Sierra Gorda National Park.

Although the approach of the Aurora Legion approaching step by step is a bit stupid, this squeezing style of play directly restrains special operations. The so-called cleverness and clumsiness, this method directly forced Jonathan to retreat.

Encountering this kind of unreasonable style of play, Jonathan understood that he must use heavy firepower to break open the tortoise shell built by the Aurora Legion. Either use heavy artillery or air force, nothing else will work. But in order to increase the firepower, the large troops of the 'Mo Tongzhen' must be pulled up.

Ike, who stayed at the camp, was also very impressed by what happened to Jonathan. The two of them sat in the command tent of the camp with sad faces. They didn't understand how the Aurora Legion could afford to repair fortifications and bunkers everywhere. Even the Enclave couldn't afford such expenses.

"When I came back, the Aurora Legion had completed the defense of Tula. They are currently building a fortress around San Juan. With their previous speed and efficiency, they will continue to build Creta in the north in a few days. Lo.

You haven’t seen the speed of their cultivation, it’s really too fast. As long as one platoon, half an hour can build a modular steel bunker, which can hide half of the squad. It's okay to say one or two such bunkers. But a large number is a nightmare for the attacker.

Even more annoying are the large semi-permanent fortifications, which are even more disgusting. Not only is the defense strong, but there are complete living facilities inside. A battalion can last for half a month if it is stationed inside. God knows where the Aurora Legion got these things? "

While talking, the bitter Jonathan ordered Ike: "You stay here and continue to train the soldiers, I'm going to the 'Mexico Army' to find Suzano to get some heavy weapons, otherwise we will have to be chased away. Let's go."

Jonathan turned around and wanted to leave in a hurry, but Ike quickly stopped him and said, "Jonathan, wait. You don't need to go north for help."

"What?" Jonathan turned his head...

Ike continued: "Someone from the north took the initiative to come to us."

"Who?"

While Jonathan was wondering, he commanded a low voice from outside the tent, "Mr. Jonathan, I am Norman Osborn, and I came from the north specifically to talk to you."

When a stranger appeared in his camp, Jonathan was naturally extremely resistant, subconsciously wanting to touch the gun. But Ike, who was beside him, pressed his hand and said in a deep voice, "Jonathan, meet this Mr. Osborne. He is here to save America."

The curtain of the command tent was raised, and first a burly man walked in from the outside. This person has thick limbs, a livid face, his muscles are supported by a general's outfit, and his muscles and bones are knotted. He is weird and powerful.

Jonathan thought that this person was the so-called 'Norman Osborn', but the burly man with a green face moved half a step away, and another person walked in behind him.

The second person was of medium height, hunched over, his skin was very pale and bloodless, as if he had lost all its elasticity, and he clung to his body limply.

And because of the skin, this person looked very old, with thinning hair, like a dry dead tree. The blood vessels on his face and neck protruded under the skin, beating from time to time, which was extremely strange.

Jonathan thought about it for a long time, but he could only use the word 'living corpse' to describe this person. But when he saw Ike's expression on this man, he showed great respect and even fanatical admiration.

"Mr. Jonathan, I've heard of your name." Dr. Osborne walked in and sat in front of Jonathan without hesitation. He was wearing an ordinary jacket, dressed in ordinary clothes, his eyes seemed to be cloudy and dim, but if he stared at them, there would be flashes of light from time to time.

"You are the first Texan who organized a human attack into Mexico. You are keenly aware of the importance of controlling northern Mexico and supporting Suzano. What I admire most is that you don't just come up with ideas like the Enclave bureaucrats. You even led the team to practice.”

Dr. Osborn praised a few words, which greatly benefited Jonathan, and this was all his credit. But before the expression on Jonathan's face eased, the doctor continued: "But you still don't understand how strong your opponent is,

.... "

Speaking of the opponent, Jonathan immediately interrupted: "No, I know very well that my opponent is very strong. A little harassment can't interrupt the pace of its expansion, so I came back this time hoping to mobilize an army to fight head-to-head with the opponent.

But the Mexicans I have recruited are too weak, they lack training and courage, and there are not enough officers to command them. I have to go get more resources. "

Jonathan's tone of 'I understand everything' drew a chuckle from Dr. Osborn. The latter shook his head but didn't mean to argue, and said instead: "You will see how strong your opponent is. Let's discuss how to fight this powerful guy now?"

What can this guy who looks sick and dying at any time do?

Jonathan looked at his companion Ike, and Ike explained: "Dr. Osborn is a biochemist. He was inspired by God to develop a drug that can make the most cowardly people burst out with powerful fighting power."

are you kidding me…….

Jonathan looked at Ike with an idiot expression, and directly retorted: "Addicts who take too much drugs think so too."

"No, not the kind of drug you're thinking of." Ike grabbed Jonathan's arm and pulled him out of the command tent. The two ran to a training ground near the camp, where a company of Mexican soldiers was learning how to maintain their firearms.

The conditions of this camp in the forest are not very good. The training ground is just a row of wooden sheds and dozens of simple wooden tables. More than a hundred people were fiddling with disassembled rifles.

After a few glances, Jonathan found that the soldiers still looked the same, but their hands and feet were more agile. The disassembled rifle became flexible in their hands. When a white instructor saw Jonathan, he immediately asked several soldiers to practice the maintenance of the rifle.

The old-fashioned M16A3 was quickly disassembled, the upper and lower receivers were disassembled, the bolt was pulled out, and the recoil spring and other small parts were arranged on the table one by one. In the past, the skills that these Mexican soldiers could not learn for a long time are now proficient.

"These idiots have become smarter?" Jonathan was really surprised.

Dr. Osborne followed slowly from behind, and said in a low voice: "No, it's not the improvement of intelligence, but the improvement of concentration ability. The most important thing is that they are willing to obey orders and become more obedient. They can follow our orders perform more complex actions.

We can not only train riflemen, but also train gunners, tankers, logistics personnel, pilots, and almost all arms can be accelerated. I have made an agreement with Mr. Suzano to promote this drug among his troops.

But we lack real officers, people like you, Mr. Jonathan, so I need elites like you to help. "

Sounds like a great look....

"Are there any sequelae?" Jonathan asked.

Dr. Osborne paused, and replied: "For a little while, the hormones in their bodies will be disturbed, which will lead to infertility. And there are also some problems in terms of lifespan. But it doesn't matter at all. They went to the battlefield. They're all consumables."

Jonathan looked at the soldiers who were about to be cannon fodder, then at the doctor with weird faces and his bodyguards who were equally weird, and thought to himself: This guy is really dangerous.

But Dr. Osborne took out another medicine bottle from his pocket with a smile, "I have a more powerful medicine here, which has no after-effects. I call it 'God's Kiss'."

Handing out the medicine bottle, the doctor laughed and said, "Mr. Jonathan, do you want to become stronger?" 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading institute