When Zhou Qingfeng received the warning, Texan Jonathan was leading his team back to his secret camp in Sierra Gorda National Park.
Although the Aurora Legion's method of approaching step by step was a bit clumsy, this squeezing style of play directly restrained the special operations. As the saying goes, this method directly forced Jonathan back.
Encountering this unreasonable style of play, Jonathan understood that in order to break open the turtle shell built by the Aurora Legion, he must use heavy firepower. Either use heavy artillery or the air force, and all other methods are ineffective. And to use heavy firepower, he must use '
The large troops of the Mexican United Front pulled up.
Regarding Jonathan's experience, Ike, who stayed behind in the camp, also lamented. The two of them sat in the command tent of the camp and frowned. They didn't understand how the Aurora Legion could be so wealthy that they could build fortifications and bunkers all over the place. Even the Enclave could bear such expenses.
Can't live.
"When I came back, the Aurora Legion had completed the defense of Tula. They are currently building a fortress area around San Juan. With their previous speed and efficiency, they will continue to build Creta further north in a few days.
Luo.
You haven't seen how fast they built it. It's really fast. Just one platoon can build a modular steel bunker in half an hour, which can hide half the squad. It's okay to have only one or two of these bunkers. But
When there are too many, it is a nightmare for the attacker.
What is even more annoying are the large semi-permanent fortifications, which are even more disgusting. Not only are the defenses strong, but they also have complete living facilities. A battalion can be stationed in them for half a month. God knows where the Aurora Legion got these things?"
As he spoke, the resentful Jonathan ordered Ike: "You stay here and continue to train soldiers. I will go to the Mexican United Front to get some heavy weapons from Suzano, otherwise we will only be driven away."
It’s worth leaving.”
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 to the north to ask for help."
"What?" Jonathan turned his head...
Ike continued: "Someone from the north came to us."
"who?"
While Jonathan was wondering, a deep voice sounded outside the command tent, "Mr. Jonathan, I am Norman Osborne. I came from the north specifically to talk to you."
When a stranger appeared in his camp, Jonathan was naturally extremely resistant and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun. But Ike next to him held 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 lifted, and first a strong man walked in from the outside. This man had thick limbs, a livid face, muscles holding up his military uniform, and tangled muscles. He was strange and powerful.
Jonathan thought this man was the so-called 'Norman Osborne', but the livid-faced strong man stepped aside half a step, and another person walked in behind him.
The second man was of medium height, with his back bent, and his skin was very pale and bloodless, as if he had lost all elasticity and lay limply on his body.
Because of his skin, this man looked extremely old, with sparse hair, like a dry dead tree. The blood vessels on his face and neck bulged under the skin, beating from time to time, which was extremely weird.
Jonathan thought for a long time, and could only use the word 'living corpse' to describe this man. But when he saw Ik's expression when facing this man, he showed great respect, even fanatical worship.
"Mr. Jonathan, I have heard of your name." Dr. Osborne walked in and sat in front of Jonathan without hesitation. He wore an ordinary jacket and was dressed normally. His eyes seemed cloudy and dim, but if he stared at
But from time to time the light flashes.
"You were the first Texan to organize troops to invade 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 propose ideas like the Enclave bureaucrats.
You even personally led the team to practice."
Dr. Osborne praised a few words, which greatly benefited Jonathan. This was all his fault. But before the expression on Jonathan's face softened, the doctor continued: "But you still don't understand how strong your opponent is.
,…….”
Speaking of opponents, Jonathan immediately interrupted: "No, I know very well that my opponent is very strong. A little harassment cannot interrupt its expansion, so I came back this time hoping to mobilize an army to confront the opponent head-on.
However, the Mexicans I am currently recruiting are too weak. They lack training and courage, and there are not enough officers to command them. I must obtain more resources."
Jonathan's tone of 'I understand everything' caused Dr. Osborne to chuckle. The latter shook his head but had no intention of arguing, and said instead: "You will see how strong your opponent is.
Let’s discuss how to fight this powerful guy now, shall we?”
What can this guy who looks so sick and about to die at any moment do?
Jonathan looked at his companion Ike, who explained: "Dr. Osborne is a biochemist. He was inspired by God to develop a drug that can make even the weakest people burst into powerful combat effectiveness."
are you kidding me…….
Jonathan looked at Ike with an idiotic expression and retorted directly: "Addicts who take too many drugs think the same way."
"No, it's not the kind of drug you were thinking of." Ike grabbed Jonathan's arm and pulled him out of the command tent. The two of them ran to a training ground near the camp, a company of Mexican soldiers, one after another.
Soldiers are learning how to maintain their firearms.
The conditions in this forest camp 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 are playing with disassembled rifles.
Jonathan took a few glances and found that the soldiers still looked the same, but their hands and feet were more agile. The disassembled rifles became more agile in their hands. When a white instructor saw Jonathan, he immediately asked several soldiers to practice with the rifles.
maintenance.
The old M16A3 was quickly disassembled, the upper and lower receivers were disassembled, the bolt was pulled out, and small parts such as the recoil spring were arranged on the table one by one. In the past, these Mexican soldiers could not master the skills for a long time. Now they have mastered them skillfully.
"Have these idiots become smarter?" Jonathan was really surprised.
Dr. Osborne slowly followed from behind and whispered: "No, it is not an improvement in intelligence, but an improvement in concentration ability. The most important thing is that they are willing to obey orders and are more obedient. They can follow our orders
Perform more complex actions.
We can not only train riflemen, but also gunners, tankers, logisticians, pilots, and almost all arms can be trained at an accelerated pace. I have reached an agreement with Mr. Suzano to promote this drug in his army.
But we are short of real officers, people like you, Mr. Jonathan, so I need elites like you to help."
It sounds very good...
"Are there any side effects?" Jonathan asked.
Dr. Osborne paused and replied: "At some point, the hormones in their bodies will be disordered, which will lead to infertility. There are also some problems with life span. But it doesn't matter at all. They go to the battlefield.
They are all consumables.”
Jonathan looked at the soldiers who were about to serve as cannon fodder, then at the weird-looking doctor and his equally weird bodyguard, and thought to himself: This guy is really dangerous.
But Dr. Osborne smiled and took out another medicine bottle from his pocket, "I have a more powerful medicine here that has no side effects. I call it 'God's Kiss'."
The doctor handed over the medicine bottle and said with a smile: "Mr. Jonathan, do you want to become stronger?"