Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 325: A strong man should not play with art

A chameleon with dead grass and yellow grass was lying in the grass on the roadside. His eyes were motionless at the army passing by it. With a bang, the sharp gunshot echoed in the jungle. The chameleon quickly climbed up the emerald green tree trunks. The color of his body slowly merged with the surrounding environment. Jonson could no longer tell where the chameleon was and where the trunk was.

"Stop and rest!" Jonson wiped the Khan and ordered that the leader of the Shan State Army was a lieutenant colonel named Nonggu, with 300 soldiers under his command, and the discipline of these 300 people was extremely poor. The gunshot just now was made when they shot birds.

It is obvious that Deqin Bindong did not send out the most elite troops, but don’t worry, Wang Sen will use his blood to teach them to preserve their strength and to make time.

The jungle became quiet again, and occasionally one or two monotonous bird calls came. Jonson always felt a strange atmosphere in the jungle. He looked at the three men who came with him and took out the radio to contact McDonald.

"What good news do you have to report to me?" McDonald sat on the sofa, drinking afternoon tea leisurely. The Thai snacks tasted very good. He thought he had already started to fall in love with this place.

"Things are wrong." Jonson said nervously, "I think we should do it steadily and advance to the mine base bit by bit. If we move forward too fast, we may be surrounded by the enemy."

"I didn't expect that the famous Captain Jonson would become so nervous at any time!" MacDonald smiled unrestrainedly at the phone, "Don't worry, General Deqinbindong has agreed to allocate another team to us to ensure the effectiveness of this attack. As long as you move forward with confidence and advance quickly, do you remember the blitz? Eliminate this group of mobs as quickly as possible! As for money, don't worry, you must be inseparable from your share!"

"I hope so!" Jonson put down the phone and gave Nonggu the order to continue moving forward.

What Nonggu is most worried about is that this American will let his people make unnecessary sacrifices to achieve his goals. It should be noted that in the chaotic times of northern Myanmar, if there is a gun, he will be the king of grass heads. If there is no gun, he will have no position and wait to be annexed and be cannon fodder for others. Therefore, Nonggu has always regarded his 300 people as the lifeblood. Usually, he should care and condolences when the soldiers have a headache and a fever, and they should pay attention to him as soon as possible, not for anything else, just to make the soldier loyal to him forever.

This situation is very prevalent among various warlords. The leaders turned a blind eye to their subordinates' self-respecting force. In their opinion, as long as they master these subordinates, they will indirectly control their army. As for whether the soldiers under them are loyal to them, it doesn't matter whether they are loyal to them. The most important thing is that they can be cannon fodder for themselves.

The road ahead became steeper, and suddenly, a group of birds flew up ahead and flew across the sky. Jonson looked at the birds flying over his head, and suddenly he thought of something and took out a book from his backpack, which was a Chinese and English translation of "The Art of War".

"Stop it all!" Jonson realized that there must be a very abnormal phenomenon ahead, so he alarmed the group of birds. He immediately ordered the soldiers to defend on the spot and wait for the rabbits to avoid being made into dumplings by the enemy.

Since Jonson was teased by Lao Lang and Wang Sen last time, he has been working hard to win many ancient Chinese military books translated in Chinese and English. He wanted to study the war wisdom of this ancient nation. After reading it for a few days, he felt that his thoughts had been widely expanded and he no longer sticks to the mechanized war of aerospace integration, but instead studies it as an art.

Art, maybe, but not everyone can understand this thing.

Jonson waited in the valley for a long time in suspicion. It was about to get dark, and the vanguard sent back staggered and said that he had not noticed anything abnormal in front, which made Jonson regretful.

"According to our current marching speed, I think we can reach Kalong Village before dawn." Jonson pointed to the map and talked about this with Lieutenant Colonel Nonggu in English. Lieutenant Colonel Nonggu took off his hat and slapped the wind, and smiled, "Captain, do you want to cross the jungle at night? Do you know that this place is the world of wild beasts at night. I think we should lie here peacefully and sleep until dawn. Wouldn't it be better to get up early tomorrow to march?"

"But if the enemy is prepared..."

"What are you preparing!" Nonggu yawned and said, "Tonight, we are not only afraid to walk through the jungle, but also Wang Sen and the others dare not. There are too many poisonous snakes and leopards in the jungle. If you are not careful, you will feed these beasts directly. Don't worry!" After that, he made a gesture to the orderly soldiers behind him. The orderly soldiers immediately organized their subordinates to set up a simple tent. Nonggu crawled in, and within three minutes, deafening snoring sounds came.

"Maybe it! But I want to see what the trees say." Jonson picked up "The Art of War" again and studied it carefully according to the English translation. After a while, he called all the soldiers and ordered them to build fortifications on the spot, cut down bamboo and wood and sharpened them and then inserted them around the camp. He wanted to dig a few more pits, but looking at the night was already late at night, and the soldiers were exhausted, and finally gave up.

Wang Sen has arrived near the Jonson Brigade. He is now looking at Jonson's camp with a telescope. He has to admire this person's learning ability. It is already 2:30 in the evening, and there is still a dim light in the camp. If you guess correctly, someone should be reading at night with candles.

"Why didn't they release a mobile whistle?" Li Gang asked in surprise. Wang Sen made a gesture to silence at him, "Don't talk. You are here to guard equipment and supplies. If there is any enemy situation, don't worry about me. You must protect these weapons and ammunition. We don't have much arms!"

"Captain, don't worry!" Li Gang patted his chest and said, "Even if my head falls off, I will take care of these iron guys better than my biological mother!"

Wang Sen touched it alone, used the barrel of his hand to push the dense grass away, and moved forward step by step. Although there were so many mosquitoes in the grass, Wang Sen had already released brain waves and controlled several powerful bulls. I formed a circle around Wang Sen. When I encountered mosquitoes and the like, I rushed over and bite them wildly, protecting Wang Sen.

"Buzz!" A moth flew to the place where the light was on, plunged into the wick of the candle, and extinguished the candle. Jonson rubbed his painful eyes, closed the book, and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a slight rustling sound from the grass. He immediately became alert, picked up the m4a1 rifle that was placed beside him and walked over.

"Command!" Jonson shouted into the grass, but there was no response. He thought for a while, picked up a stone and threw it over. The stone hit the soft red soil. The cricket playing the piano in the grass stopped abruptly, and the air fell silent for a moment.

"Bang!" Jonson subconsciously lowered his head and barely avoided the bullets flying from afar. He was shocked in the dark and looked in the direction of the gunshot. A sound of slicking came from the grass there. Jonson immediately lost all sleepiness. He pulled the bolt and rushed towards the sky. "Enemy attack, enemy attack! The whole army is on guard!"

At this time, we can see the gap between elite soldiers and scattered soldiers and scattered soldiers. After the gunshots, these soldiers did not immediately get up and prepare, but were in a mess. One could not find his shoes and the other could not find the belt. Several soldiers made mistakes in their busy schedules and even started a fire in the camp.

"Bastard! Jump!" Jonson was furious and grabbed the belt and pulled it down on the soldiers' heads. Under his high-pressure policy, the soldiers finally formed a formation. Jonson looked at his watch and it had been fifteen minutes.

"The guard sentry, the guard sentry was killed!" Nong Gu ran over hurriedly and said, "The enemy's attacks in the northeast are probably not small, so we should retreat immediately!"

"Retreat?" Jonson felt a little sad when he heard these two words. He felt that his dignity had been insulted by this timid lieutenant colonel. The belt in his hand was shaking slightly, and he wanted to twitch a few times according to Nong Gu's scared and deformed face. "Young men, the enemy has been touched. We must resist, don't be turtles with a crunch! Everyone has it, turn right and walk in unison! Expand the formation, and search in groups of five people!"

The soldiers were motionless and looked at Nonggu who was standing next to him. Nonggu smiled slightly on his face, "Everyone is there, stay in place! Don't attack easily!"

"Bastard!" Jonson was really angry. The situation just now was obviously the enemy was attacking tentatively. If the enemy did not provide a strong counterattack during the attack, the enemy would definitely become more severe, and it would be miserable then!

"American, you have to remember that this army is mine, and you don't need to point fingers!" Nong Gu said in English, and Jonson was so angry that he heard this sentence like a cooked prawn. "We have an agreement, and we will send military advisers to command your army if you don't want to fulfill this contract..."

"Buzz!" A sharp roar came from the air. After hearing this sound, Jonson's face changed drastically. He lay on the ground and rolled into the distance. A bright orange-yellow arc was drifting in the air. A 60 mortar fell from the sky and exploded in the crowd!

"Let's go down!" Lieutenant Colonel Nonggu shouted, and his whole body was blown into the air by the explosion. After the explosion was over, the soldiers got up from the ground and patted the soil on their bodies. They saw Lieutenant Colonel Nonggu was already hanging on the treetops.
Chapter completed!