Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 326 Jonson Learns Military Arts

"Turn left by half an angle, three rapid fires!" Wang Sen commanded his team members to set up the mortars and fired continuously at the enemy's position. The three shells exploded in the camp in Nonggu like winged birds. More than 50 of the three hundred people were injured and killed in the explosion. The soldiers began to shake, and some were ready to take advantage of the chaos to drive a small trip.

Several battalion commanders finally rescued Nonggu from the tree. Nonggu's ribs were broken and his body was scratched by branches. It was difficult to even take a breath. Seeing his embarrassed look, Jonson was quite gloating. He raised his m9 pistol and shot at the soldiers' feet, bringing all the frightened soldiers together.

"The enemy's mortars were shot very accurately, but there were dead corners." Jonson said with a pistol, "I hope you can obey my command honestly. If you dare to resist my order..." He shot a soldier in the knee. The soldier screamed in pain. Looking at the frightened eyes of the soldiers, he smiled slightly, "This is your end! Now start listening to my orders, and every five people conduct a comprehensive search for a team. If there is any enemy situation, send a signal flare immediately. If anyone dares to take the opportunity to escape, I will break his legs and let him crawl back alone!"

The soldiers were all frightened. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they were afraid of Jonson's ruthlessness. They had to follow his wishes. Five people and a team of people searched forward. There were bursts of rustling sounds from the grass. The snakes, birds and beasts hiding in the grass overnight were all alarmed. Suddenly a pheasant flew out, which scared the soldiers.

"The enemy has searched here." Wang Sen wiped his sweat and said, "Li Gang, you should take people back immediately, I will cover it."

"Captain, it's very dangerous to do this, so I'll cover it!" Li Gang volunteered, Wang Sen smiled, waved his hand, "You are reckless in doing things, I'm afraid that something will go wrong."

"It's okay, I'll be very careful." Li Gang refused to leave. Wang Sen had no choice but to let the remaining eight soldiers retreat with their equipment first. The enemy was getting closer and closer.

Wang Sen twisted the pistol onto the silencer. Seeing the enemy walking in, he whistled. The enemy was immediately attracted by the whistle. He pushed the grass away and looked for it. Wang Sen pointed the barrel at the head of a soldier closest to him. With a bang, the soldier slowly fell to the ground, but his companions didn't notice it!

"Defending these soldiers is simply insulting my IQ." Wang Sen took out the grenade, arranged a few boogies on the ground, and then led Li Gang to retreat into the jungle behind. When the soldiers searched for the vicinity of the boogies, a soldier accidentally kicked the tripline. With a bang, a ball of fire was particularly conspicuous in the quiet late night.

"The enemy is still searching." Wang Sen stood halfway up the mountain, observing these soldiers who were wriggling like insects with night vision, and couldn't help but sigh, "If our enemies were always so stupid, what a happy thing would it be!"

"Captain, what should we do now?" Li Gang looked at Dongfang's slightly white white belly and asked. Wang Sen sighed, "It's easy to deal with. We will find those eight people immediately and find a mountain nest to sleep!"

"I like to sleep." Li Gang suddenly found Wang Sen staring at him with an idiot's eyes, and giggled and scratched his head, "It's so good to sleep, you're not tired at all."

"Virgins are all like this." Wang Sen snorted and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Jonson began to count the losses. In the battle last night, Wang Sen used four mortar shells to kill more than 30 soldiers. However, because the mortar shells were not well kept by pigeons and others for a long time, the shells were somewhat rusted, resulting in weakening of the power. Otherwise, those few cannons would definitely kill more people.

Jonson now deeply realized an old Chinese saying that good and bad luck depend on each other. Since reading Sun Tzu's Art of War, he has not only turned white, but also grown taller, but also found that the heart-deficiency disease that had been bothering him for many years has been cured. He has to thank the great Mr. Sun Wu for giving him wisdom.

It seems that through last night's battle, the incompetent Commander Nonggu had been injured. He is now unable to command this army. Then, according to Sun Tzu's instructions that "the general is outside and the military order is not accepted", Jonson obtained the absolute command of the army in the shortest time. If there are any soldiers who dare not obey his orders, he will let him taste the smell of bullets!

"I hope you can follow my orders seriously." Jonson said domineeringly in front of the soldiers, "Although I am a very kind person, I sometimes become cruel. I hope you must not touch my anger, otherwise I will descend the wings of death on your heads! Well, from now on, after breakfast in ten minutes, line up immediately. If anyone dares to drag it down, be careful of your butts!"

Jonson was really angry this time. When he was talking, his tone became extremely vicious. The soldiers looked at the foreigner with fear, lined up in front of the big pot with porridge, beat it with the lunch box she carried with him, squatted on the ground, and snorted with pickled vegetables.

"Ten minutes are here, put down the bowls and chopsticks!" Jonson waved his whip like a fierce and evil spirit and beat the soldiers up and ordered them to line up and walk forward. The place ahead was where the enemy was discovered last night. Although these soldiers were unwilling to accept it, they had to rub forward step by step under Jonson's coercion, and prayed in their hearts that they would not be discovered by the enemy.

"A great military strategist like me is actually sent to command such a low-ranking army." Jonson looked at these listless soldiers and thought to himself with great anger that his life ideal was to command thousands of troops, as famous as Nimitz and Patton, and not to hang out in this place where birds do not shit and sulk with an army similar to a group of beggars.

"Hurry up! The enemy is right in front!" Jonson held up his gun and supervised the battle behind. The soldiers in front were rubbing one step and three times, and stopped from time to time, causing the soldiers behind to hit the soldiers in front, causing a wave of small riots.

Wang Sen squatted halfway up the mountain, looking at the enemy passing through the valley, he smiled slightly and ordered his favorite mg3 barbecue machine gun to be brought over. Wang Sen always maintained a high respect for this improved version of the mg42 machine gun used by the German army in World War II, not for anything else, but for its former title of "battlefield cloth tearing machine".

Wang Sen set a link and aimed it at the enemy who was pushing and shoving below. He moved his fingers and took out a pair of asbestos gloves from his pocket and put them on it. After the gun would become very hot, so hot that it could be roasted with meat slices. He pointed his eyes at the sight and decisively pulled the trigger.

The cheerful and loud sounds began to sound, and the bullets flew out like a splash of water. The orange-red trajectory formed a fan-shaped light curtain in front of Wang Sen. The wings of death extended with the tracks of the bullets, and heart-wrenching howls came from the crowd opposite!

Wang Sen fired a short shot and disrupted the enemy's formation. Immediately afterwards, Li Gang and his gang on the opposite mountain also fired, and the bullets weaved a dense bullet in the air, covering all the soldiers of the Shan State Army.

"Do not, hide!" Jonson did not expect the enemy to set up an ambush here. According to the distance on the map, there are more than fifty miles away from the mine. How could the enemy set up an ambush here? Don't they want the mine anymore?

But now there is no time for Jonson to think too much, so he immediately ordered the soldiers to find cover to hide and fight back!

At this time, the soldiers' qualities were exposed again. They liked to raise the ak high above their heads, pull the trigger without letting go, and the bullets were all shot in the blink of an eye. They changed into a magazine and tapped a shuttle in the direction they liked. As for whether they could hit the target? What's the matter knowing!

"Bastard, you are wasting bullets!" Jonson couldn't help but his hot temper. He raised his whip and thrust hard on the butts of several soldiers. The soldiers were beaten to the point of being fed up. They had enough of Jonson's fingers and simply turned his gun toward him, "American, you can do that, why don't you rush up? Instead, treat us as scapegoats?"

"I am a captain and a military observer, and I have the right to ask you to charge!" Jonson pointed at the two white and red letters on his shoulder stamp and shouted, "Run out now, otherwise we will be beaten to death by them one by one!"

"Damn it, kill you, the yellow-haired Japanese devil first!" A tall soldier swung his infantry shovel and cut it down on Jonson's neck. Jonson was so scared that he quickly rolled to the side. His whole body rolled into the stream below like a dexterous ball, and his shoulder hit a stone, making him grin.

"I bought the cake!" Jonson looked up and found that the soldiers were waving their weapons towards him like crazy. He threw away the whip and fled in panic.

Wang Sen saw the mutiny below clearly. He also found Jonson's traces and pointed the gun at the BK armed man who had troubled him for a long time. However, the gun that he had originally aimed was slightly lowered. He remembered Lao Lang's words, killing this useless Jonson would naturally be effortless. If BK sends another powerful person, wouldn't he lose a lot?

Wang Sen always believes that more things can be extracted from the suckers, just like a famous saying in Japan, "Farmers are like sesame seeds, and the more they squeeze, the more they get oil." Similarly, this Jonson is also his own "seeds". As long as he lives, he will continue to bring trophy to himself, just like what Old Chiang did back then.
Chapter completed!