Greg Jensen sneered, "About three hundred meters out, bury a landmine every three meters! I want you to turn that area into a minefield!"
He paused, then looked at Viper, "You follow Fox, and turn the same area into a poison circle, there's no need for powerful toxins, but it must smell pungent enough to assault the nostrils!"
These words completely baffled Viper, "A poison circle that isn't toxic but smells acrid? Sir, I could understand if you were talking about flour, but I'm lost with this one!"
"You don't need to understand, just do as I say! Remember, the smellier and more pungent, the better!"
Greg Jensen made a mysterious gesture with his hand, offering no further explanation.
He figured if the entire Iron-blood Corps consisted of modified humans, then their eyes would definitely have some scanning ability.
The landmines buried in the ground would surely be detected by them right away, reducing their impact significantly.
