Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter 473: Chapter 515: Turmoil in Pagan

Chapter 515

Ratatatata…

Gunfire erupted.

Piercing the night sky of Pagantown, it also left Long Xiaoshan and Song Yi looking at each other in the alley.

At first, they thought it was just a minor conflict somewhere; after all, with Myanmar’s internal turmoil, gun battles were not impossible. But, the noise grew louder and the gunfire became more intense.

Boom!

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Suddenly, a fierce fireball soared into the sky, followed by a small mushroom cloud.

The ground shook violently.

Long Xiaoshan clearly saw that the flash of artillery fire was near the entrance of Pagantown.

“This is bad, this isn’t an ordinary conflict, it’s an outright war!”

Long Xiaoshan quickly said.

“What… What?” Song Yi’s face was in utter panic. As a lady born to luxury, she had never been exposed to war.

Boom boom boom!

More and more shells rained down on Pagantown.

One landed just dozens of meters away from Long Xiaoshan and Song Yi, blasting the building to smithereens.

The wave of heat swept over them.

Song Yi was so scared she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Long Xiaoshan quickly grabbed her. He noticed that all the troops stationed in Pagan were mobilizing. Large numbers of the Myanmar Army were running through the streets, amidst the noise of vehicles, artillery, and panicked screams.

Long Xiaoshan frowned. Although he had not experienced wartime chaos, his experience with life-and-death situations allowed him to remain calm and not fear. He was just analyzing the situation and said, “Sister Song Yi, we can’t get out now, let’s head back.”

Song Yi, utterly helpless, clung to Long Xiaoshan’s hand, “I… I’ll listen to you, Xiaoshan. Do you think… will we die?”

The dominant CEO was now completely like a vulnerable woman. Facing the war, she could no longer maintain her aloof demeanor. Instantly imagining the cruel and bloody scenes of war from movies and TV shows, her complexion turned deathly pale, transforming into a woman in desperate need of a man’s protection.

Sensing her fear,

Long Xiaoshan gently wrapped his arm around Song Yi’s waist, reassuring her steadily, “What are you talking about dying for? I promise I’ll get you back safely. Besides, Pagantown is a military stronghold. Its defenses are probably tighter than Myanmar’s capital. It won’t be easy for outsiders to break in. Let’s move back a bit for now.”

“Okay,” Song Yi clung tightly to Long Xiaoshan’s side.

Although she usually found this little rascal’s smooth-talking and tendency to take advantage of her quite annoying,

it was only when faced with trouble that she realized only his presence gave her a sense of security.

She was not as nervous as she had been at the start anymore.

Long Xiaoshan pulled Song Yi along as they moved back into Pagantown. At this time, the streets were chaotic with not only the military, but also many local Pagantown residents who appeared anxious.

A barrage of shells was fired directly into Pagantown.

Many people fled in panic, running into the town just like Long Xiaoshan and Song Yi.

Mingling with the crowd, Long Xiaoshan and Song Yi also made their way inward.

Meanwhile, at the entrance to Pagantown, the Myanmar Army and the United Army were engaged in a fierce firefight. Machine guns spat out fire serpents, and a heavy exchange of artillery fire targeted each other’s positions.

The flashes from the guns and artillery lit up the night, turning it as bright as day.

The joint forces kept assaulting the Myanmar Army’s positions, but Pagantown was a real military stronghold, garrisoned by many of the Myanmar Army’s elite troops who also held the geographical advantage.

At the entrance, many trenches and bunkers had been constructed.

The terrain of Pagantown itself was somewhat elevated.

As long as the Myanmar Army occupied this high ground, pouring bullets and shells downward, they could form a dense network of firepower that would shred anything beneath it to pieces.

Assault after assault by the joint forces was repelled, leaving hundreds of corpses at the entrance to Pagantown.

A few hundred meters from Pagantown, within the joint forces’ position.

The commanding officer of the joint forces, holding a command knife, roared furiously.

One failed attack after another left him extremely angry.

“General Wu Dengma, let me handle this.”

Behind him, a voice of terror from the joint forces rose as a huge python slithered over with a man dressed in snakeskin seated on its head.

Accompanying him were four others, a blue-eyed witch, an old man riding a black panther, a man in black robes, and an old crone.

Seeing these individuals, General Wu Dengma’s face showed a trace of awe, and he bowed slightly.

“Honored one!”

The snakeskin man, Gedanwei, said indifferently, “Stop wasting your soldiers’ lives on futile sacrifices. Let us open this breach.”

A mist of darkness drifted from afar, shrouding the hundreds of joint forces’ corpses at the gates of Pagantown under the cover of night. When the dark smoke penetrated their bodies, the corpses shuddered and staggered to their feet.

Their gazes blank, expressionless, their bodies rigid, they charged toward the Myanmar Army’s defenses, their “resurrection” terrifying the soldiers beyond measure. Fear of the unknown is a human instinct, and the sight of the dead storming in shocked them.

The Myanmar Army opened fire frantically.

Under the barrage of bullets, flesh and blood flew from these corpses, but as if they had no sensation, they continued their assault on the Myanmar Army’s positions, unaffected unless their legs and heads were shattered.

Just as the Myanmar Army and these reanimated joint forces were battling.

A loud buzzing noise descended from the sky. Unbeknownst to all, a large blood cloud, spanning over ten square meters, plunged from the sky and exploded outward.

When the blood cloud dissipated and rushed into the Myanmar Army’s positions, they realized it was comprised of countless thumb-sized blood mosquitoes, vicious and with scarcely a proboscis, madly charging at the soldiers.

Thud!

A blood mosquito landed on the neck of a Myanmar soldier, its proboscis piercing deep into his neck.

The soldier screamed miserably, and quickly his neck swelled at a visible rate, soon inflating as if another head had sprouted on it. Intense itching caused him to uncontrollably scratch his neck.

The swollen skin tore, oozing copious, foul-smelling pus, until he clawed his own neck to shreds, severing the arterial vessels, spurting blood, and falling to the ground, convulsing unto death.

Similar scenes played out continuously throughout the Myanmar Army’s position.

The Myanmar soldiers kept falling.

These tiny blood mosquitoes were numerous, and gunfire posed no threat to them, with only flamethrowers able to impose some danger.

Rustle, rustle!

“Snakes, snakes!”

Suddenly, the Myanmar soldiers started to shout.

Before the undead and blood mosquitoes were eradicated, they discovered that the ground beneath them was teeming with poisonous snakes.

Countless snakes rolled in like waves of vibrant colors, swamping the slow-escaping soldiers of the Myanmar Army…

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