When Zhou Qingfeng was warned, Texas man Jonathan was taking his squad back to his secret camp in Sheragoda National Park.

Although the Aurora Legion approaches step by step, this squeeze-type fighting style directly restrains special operations. The so-called trick is as clumsy as it is, this method directly forced Jonathan back.

When encountering this unreasonable style of fighting, Jonathan understood that to smash the turtle shell built by the Aurora Legion, it would be necessary to use heavy firepower. Either use heavy artillery or air force, and nothing else would be effective. To use heavy firepower, the large force of the "Mo Tongcheng" must be pulled up.

Ike, who stayed in the camp, also sighed at Jonathan's experience. The two sat in the command tent in the camp and looked sad. They didn't understand how the Aurora Legion could be so rich that they repaired fortifications and bunkers everywhere. Even Yingcre couldn't bear such expenses.

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

You haven't seen their repair speed, it's so fast. Just one row, you can build a modular steel bunker in half an hour, where you can hide from half a class of people. It's okay to say one or two of these bunkers, but the number is more, the attacking party's nightmare.

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

As he spoke, Jonathan, who was resentful, ordered to Ike: "You stay here to continue training soldiers. I want to go to the 'Mo Tongxing' to find Suzano to get some heavy weapons, otherwise we will only be driven away."

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

"What?" Jonathan turned his head...

Ike continued: "Someone from the north came to us on his own initiative."

"who?"

While Jonathan was puzzled, a low voice sounded outside the command tent, "Mr. Jonathan, I am Norman Osborne, I come from the north to talk to you."

A stranger appeared in his camp, and Jonathan naturally refused 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 up, and first a strong man walked in from outside. The man had thick limbs, a blue face, and his muscles were supported by his military uniform, and his muscles were tied up, which was strange and powerful.

Jonathan thought this person was the so-called "Norman Osborne", but the strong man with a gray face made a step away and another person came in behind him.

The second person was medium-sized, bent over and hunched back, his skin was very pale and bloodless, as if he had lost all his elasticity and was softly pressed against his body.

Because of his skin, the man looked extremely old, with sparse hair, like a dead tree. The blood vessels on his face and neck were protruding under the skin, and they beating from time to time, which was extremely strange.

Jonathan thought for a long time, and could only describe this person with the word "living zombie". But when he saw Ike's expression facing this person, he respected and even admired him enthusiastically.

"Mr. Jonathan, I've heard of your name." Dr. Osborne, who walked in, sat in front of Jonathan with his usual clothes. He was wearing an ordinary jacket, dressed up normally, and his eyes seemed muddy and dull, but if he stared at the light that flashed from time to time.

"You are the first Texan to organize people to enter Mexico. You are very keen to perceive the importance of controlling northern Mexico and supporting Suzano. What I admire most is that you do not only propose ideas like the bureaucrats of Incree, and you also lead the team to practice it myself."

Dr. Osborn praised a few words, so Jonathan was very helpful, which was all his achievements. But before the expression on Jonathan's face eased, the doctor continued, "But you 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 cannot interrupt his expansion, so I came back this time to hope to mobilize an army to fight against the opponent head-on.

But the Mexicans I'm currently recruiting are too weak, they lack training and courage, and they don't have enough officers to command them. I have to get more resources."

Jonathan's tone of "I understand everything" attracted Dr. Osborne's chuckling. The latter shook his head without arguing, 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, who explained: "Dr. Osborne is a biochemist. He was inspired by God to develop a drug that can make the weakest people burst into strong combat power."

You're teasing me...

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

"No, it's not the kind of drug you think about." Ike grabbed Jonathan's arm and pulled him out of the command tent. The two ran to a training ground near the camp, and a company of Mexican soldiers were learning how to maintain guns.

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

Jonathan glanced a few times and found that the soldiers were still the same, but their hands and feet were a little quicker. The disassembled rifle became agile in their hands. A white instructor immediately asked several soldiers to practice the maintenance of the rifle when he saw Jonathan.

The old m16a3 was quickly decomposed, the upper and lower receivers were disassembled, the bolt was drawn out, the re-entry spring and other small components were arranged one by one on the table. In the past, these skills that Mexican soldiers could not learn for a long time could now be mastered.

"Are these idiots smart?" Jonathan was really surprised.

Dr. Osborne followed slowly from behind and whispered: "No, it's not an improvement in intelligence, but an improvement in concentration. The most important thing is that they are willing to obey commands and are more obedient. They can carry out more complex actions under our commands.

We can not only train riflemen, but also train gunners, tankers, logistics personnel, pilots, and almost all military groups can accelerate their training. I have reached an agreement with Mr. Suzano to promote this drug in his troops.

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

It sounds very good...

"Are there any sequelae?" Jonathan asked.

Dr. Osborne paused and replied: "There is a little bit that the hormones in their bodies will cause some disorders, which will lead to infertility. And there are some problems with lifespan. But it doesn't matter at all. They are all consumables when they go to the battlefield."

Jonathan looked at the soldiers who were about to act as cannon fodder, and then looked at the weird-looking Doctor and his equally weird bodyguards, thinking to himself: This guy is really dangerous.

But Dr. Osborn smiled and took out another medicine bottle from his pocket, "I have a stronger drug here and there that has no sequelae yet. I call it 'God's Kiss'."
Chapter completed!