Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

General Lester and Helen were shocked.

Though unwilling, the two had to admit, Yang Fei's words were indeed the truth.

Lester gave a bitter smile.

"Mr. Jack's insight is truly extraordinary, this is the issue I've been worrying about."

He said slowly, "These over two hundred elites are all from the lowest tier of the Qibo Tribe."

"They have been oppressed too harshly by the dark racial hierarchy, desperately yearning for victory, freedom, and equality."

"You're absolutely right, making them fight fearless of death isn't hard, what's hard is getting them to live with a sense of mission, to strive for the final victory."

As he spoke, Lester looked worriedly at Yang Fei.

"Since Mr. Jack raised this issue, do you have any solutions?"

Yang Fei chuckled, "This isn't something that can be changed overnight."

"But I have a training manual on battlefield survival rules, you can let them familiarize themselves with it first."

"I will come teach them personally when there's time in the future."

As Yang Fei spoke, he took out his phone, pulled up an electronic document, and showed it to Lester.

The electronic document was fully titled "Jungle Combat Survival Rules", originally a classic military textbook.

However, this classic Special Forces combat manual, altered by Yang Fei, had changed its nature.

This manual was originally custom-made by Yang Fei for the Changfeng Squad.

The Changfeng Squad, having learned its essence, habitually called it the "Shameless Rules".

Lester only read two or three pages before cold sweat started trickling down his back.

What Jungle Combat Survival Rules? This was simply a collection of devious tricks.

It's all about playing dirty, the schemes inside are enough to send chills down one's spine.

It teaches how to attack sneakily, backstab, feign death to counterattack, camouflage for an offensive, fools to kill, idiots to poison...

Of course, it also includes classic Special Forces combat tutorials.

Explosives, infiltration, camouflage, hiding, sniping...

How each assault point and each squad could coordinate.

How to divert the enemy, use a hidden dagger behind a smile, and how to feint to the east and attack in the west, strike at the roots.

...

This book, combining Huaxia's ancient The Art of War by Sun Tzu, modern warfare psychology, including research on humanity's vices and weaknesses, is a monumental work.

Created by Yang Fei, it could simply be called the all-encompassing guide to deceit and evil.

Lester, being an excellent military strategist, also has deep knowledge in Special Combat across countries.

However, such a sly, shameless, and despicable military treatise was unprecedented and unheard of.

Lester handed the phone back to Yang Fei with a sigh.

"This is great, such a military treatise is exactly what our Guangming Hall Righteous Army needs."

"The author of this book is simply a genius, if I ever get the chance, I must pay him the highest respect."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, straightening up with a proud look, as if saying "Come and admire me!"

"Apologies, I wrote this book, isn't it unprecedented, making you admire it wholeheartedly?"

Lester was taken aback: "You wrote it?"

"Jack, you truly are a great military strategist, even the world's most villainous tricksters are no match for you."

Yang Fei couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Lester's words were clearly praising him, but why did they sound so awkward?

Lester waved his hand, and a soldier saluted him respectfully.

"General, your command please."

Lester said calmly, "Go get Leon to see me."

Shortly, a tall and burly man strode up to Lester with long steps.

He saluted Lester respectfully: "General, your command."

Lester opened the Shameless Rules on the phone and handed it to Leon.

"Study this manual thoroughly, change your training methods, and be prepared for my assessment at the end of the month."

Leon maintained a respectful attitude, taking Lester's phone.

Lester reminded Leon, "You'd better check it out now."

"If there's anything unclear, Jack can help you understand."

Leon was taken aback.

He sensed the seriousness in Lester's tone and began to earnestly peruse the manual.

As a result, after reading just a few pages, his expression changed, he gritted his teeth and breathed heavily, clearly quite angry.

In front of Lester, he tried his best to remain restrained, gnashing his teeth as if carrying out a mission, his face flushed, panting heavily.

Lester looked at Leon with hope, while Yang Fei smoked on the side with a faint smile.

Suddenly, Leon roared and smashed the phone onto the ground heavily, his eyes turning blood-red.

"General Lester, I don't understand, why are you insulting me like this?"

"Our Dawn Squad is definitely not a bunch of cowards afraid of dying in battle."

He said, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at his temple.

"General Lester, you are our guide forward, the great Forerunner."

"If you need me to die to prove my loyalty, I will not flinch, but I cannot accept such humiliation."

Lester frowned, his tone turning cold.

"Mr. Laine, I have no intent of insulting you, I merely want you to learn more advanced combat methods, there's no need for this."

Laine panted heavily, full of indignation.

"This so-called bullshit military theory only teaches cowardice and desertion."

"Forgive me for not accepting such fallacies, it's an insult to the bravery of my entire Dawn Squad."

As Yang Fei listened to this big oaf repeatedly call it bullshit theory, he was immediately displeased, pointing his finger at him.

"Watch your language, I wrote this book, it's fine if you don't accept it, but speak with respect."

Though Laine was full of anger, he dare not defy Lester.

Upon seeing this refined Pretty Boy speak, he instantly redirected his anger at Yang Fei.

He sneered, glaring at Yang Fei.

"I knew, worthy Mr. Lester would never promote cowardice."

"That bullshit manual couldn't possibly be his work, it was all your instigation, you Pretty Boy, I spit!"

He spat, nearly hitting Yang Fei, cursing furiously.

"Coward, weakling!"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "So in your mind, sending others to their deaths is heroism."

"Oh well, this world is filled with too many so-called heroes."

He looked at Laine coldly, "You may not be in your thirties, but at least you weigh that much, do you think an imbecile is a hero?"

"That big head of yours contains less brains than I have dreams and my night emissions combined."

Laine was suddenly enraged, reaching out to grab Yang Fei.

"I'll show you, the brave Dawn Squad does not tolerate insult."

Laine, standing at six-foot-three, burly as an iron tower.

Yang Fei, in front of him, appeared a head shorter, his build like a skinny bean sprout.

Laine fully expected to easily grab this guy, toss him around, and make him cry for mercy.

However, as Laine's hand, like a bear's paw, grasped Yang Fei's chest and yanked, it was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, unmoved.