Ultimate Village Doctor

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Chapter Seven Hundred Thirty-Eight

About three to four minutes later.

Two people peeked their heads out cautiously on the slope.

They were scouts from the Central Chuan Group.

They quickly discovered the people of the West Chuan Group lying on the ground, and the two scouts were shocked—the bodies of the West Chuan Group's people were all stained red, clearly indicating they had been eliminated.

Which group could be so ruthless?

Even if the West Chuan Group was weak, it was still a unit of the Special Action Division.

Their strength couldn't be that poor.

To be wiped out so quickly, could it be an ambush by other groups?

The two scouts didn't dare to act rashly and sent the news back. After a while, under the leadership of Yang Zhao, people from the Central Chuan Group groped their way over.

He didn't rush to show himself.

He hid, patient as ever.

In another direction, people from the West Chuan Group were also hiding there. Long Xiaoshan lay next to Zhao Xiaoqiao and whispered, "Wait, more people are coming."

Zhao Xiaoqiao now had great respect for Long Xiaoshan.

Although she didn't know how he was aware of other teams' movements.

A group of people approached the vicinity of the slope where the West Chuan Group had "died."

This time, the East Chuan Group appeared.

The East Chuan Group's people couldn't keep their cool—they saw those people from the West Chuan Group lying on the ground with many weapons beside them.

They were unlucky, having not found any weapons caches along the way, and upon seeing those weapons and a group of eliminated individuals, they rushed over, ready to pick up the weapons.

The "deceased" members of the West Chuan Group couldn't speak, for doing so would result in severe punishment. Seeing the East Chuan Group coming to pick up their weapons, they desperately tried to signal with their eyes.

The leader of the East Chuan Group felt something was strange and instinctively shouted, "Wait a moment."

But one of his members was too quick and had already picked up a gun. As he picked it up, he realized that the tail of the gun dragging a thin string had triggered something…

Boom! Boom! Boom, boom!

A series of earth-shattering explosions sounded.

The landmines hidden on the bodies of the West Chuan Group all detonated.

In an instant, a multitude of colorful smoke billowed into the air, staining the entire slope red.

Most members of the East Chuan Group were covered in red paint.

The "dead" members of the West Chuan Group were even worse off.

Although these landmines weren't as powerful as real ones, the close-range blasts were certainly enough to give them a hard time.

Each one was covered in red paint, as if they had crawled out of a vat of red dye.

Yang Zhao, from the Central Chuan Group, saw that the East Chuan group had fallen for the trap.

He thought himself lucky.

Fortunately, he hadn't recklessly led his men forward. Seeing those weapons had not made him greedy, or else they would have been the ones to fall for the minefield.

Whoever wiped out the West Chuan Group was quite cunning.

They even left a trap waiting for them.

At that moment, several members of the East Chuan Group stumbled out.

These were either the strongest or those who had been on the outskirts and not directly hit by the mines. They rushed out covered in dirt and grime, running right into Yang Zhao and his men.

Yang Zhao, seeing the opportunity, decisively yelled, "Attack!"

Now that the East Chuan Group had hit a trap, eliminating most of their people.

It was an excellent opportunity to attack, and Yang Zhao certainly wouldn't miss it. At his command, the Central Chuan Group opened fire on the East Chuan Group.

Yang Zhao led his men to charge at the East Chuan Group.

The leader of the East Chuan Group, seeing Yang Zhao and his men, was red with rage, "Yang Zhao, you're too damn cunning, setting up traps like this, curse your Immortal soul, even if I'm eliminated today, I won't let you off easy."

The East Chuan Group, knowing they had fallen into a trap and had little hope left, were doomed to be eliminated. But they were furious over Yang Zhao's "despicable behavior," each charging like a maddened bull.

They clashed in hand-to-hand combat with the people from the Central Chuan Group.

The East Chuan Group was also very strong.

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Although slightly weaker than the Central Chuan Group, they weren't that much inferior; the remaining few were all elite experts from the East Chuan Group, all above the Late Yellow Stage.

Even when surrounded by the Central Chuan Group, they were fiercely aggressive.

They held the thought that even if they were "eliminated," they would at least take someone down with them, adopting a desperate and fearless fighting style.

After a fierce bout of fighting.

The Central Chuan Group finally eliminated all members of the East Chuan Group thanks to their numerical advantage, but they also lost nearly half of their own, with only twelve remaining out of the original twenty or so members.

Even Yang Zhao was stained red.

He had almost been dragged to death by the desperately fighting captain of the East Chuan Group.

Luckily, his strength ultimately surpassed that of his opponent by a notch, allowing him to dodge the fatal blow and avoid elimination.

Panting heavily, Yang Zhao directed the remaining members, "Pick up the weapons, we must immediately..."

Before he could finish the word "go".

Bang!

A bullet came flying.

Yang Zhao's eyes contracted sharply, and in a split-second, he rolled to the side, narrowly escaping the bullet, but a teammate standing behind him was not so fortunate.

A lurid "splash of blood" burst from his chest.

The teammate staggered backwards several steps.

Looking bewildered at the redness on his chest, he hadn't yet realized that he had been "eliminated."

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of gunfire continued unabated.

"Sniper! Be careful!"

Yang Zhao shouted.

He hadn't expected someone to be hiding nearby—while the mantis hunts the cicada, the oriole lies in wait. The realization that a trap had been set instantly dawned on Yang Zhao, thinking back on how they had trapped and wiped out the West Chuan Group. These people were too cunning, only revealing themselves now.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Yang Zhao knew they could not expose themselves to sniper fire at a distance, especially now that they were short on men and utterly in the dark about their opponents, making a blind charge even more dangerous.

Yang Zhao quickly led the remaining members to escape in the opposite direction from where the sniper bullets were coming from.

They rapidly charged into a dense forest.

As they entered the woods, where cover was plentiful, the threat of the sniper rifle greatly diminished, and the sound of gunfire eventually faded.

Members of the Central Chuan Group breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they were all Martial Artists, facing sniper fire in an open area was still terrifying; the bullets were too fast and powerful, beyond the ability of a Martial Artist to block with just one shot.

"It must be the North Chuan Group, they're too damn sneaky," cursed the deputy leader of the South Chuan Group.

But Yang Zhao was frowning, his intuition was usually spot on, and he felt something was off. The enemy had set traps and placed snipers, all perfectly staged, but why did they let them escape so easily... No, Yang Zhao suddenly looked ahead.

A black object fell from the sky.

It dropped right in front of them.

Bang!

An intense white light flared up.

Yang Zhao and the others were instantly blinded.

Flames shot out from all around them.

Accompanied by several grenades.

Loud battle cries quickly rose within the forest.

The cries didn't last long.

After about a minute or so, they quieted down.

Yang Zhao and the others lay on the ground, their bodies covered in blood-red fuel. He looked up at the tall and fiery figure standing in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Little Qiao! It's actually you!"

Yang Zhao could never have imagined.

That it would be the South Chuan Group who had set up layers of traps, eliminating them.