Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

"Then let's not waste any more time and get ready to move." Oleg turned to Qin Duanyu. "Doctor, you have more experience fighting the Reunion Movement. Can you deduce any useful intelligence?"

“Their equipment is better than that of ordinary Reunification Movement members, and they are better trained. They are likely the direct subordinates of some cadres, completely different from ordinary thugs,” Qin Duanyu sighed and said to Oleg.

This also confirmed his conjecture that the Reunion Movement shared the same goal as Vika, and that the fact that they were sent to carry out such a secret mission meant that the commander on the other side was probably one of the top executives second only to Talulah.

"Our only chance of survival now is to escape the blockade before they realize what's happening." Qin Duanyu concluded, "Based on previous experience, the reconnaissance unit communicates with headquarters approximately every two hours, which should be enough time for us to leave."

Even though the group in front of him was trying to kidnap him, the threat from the Reunion Movement was clearly greater at the moment. He should wait until he was out of their pursuit range before making any decisions.

After all, their own forces only numbered seven, putting them at a significant disadvantage. If they were to run into the main force of the Reunion Movement, their chances of survival would be slim. As for Vika and Qin Duanyu, neither of them would fare well if they fell into the hands of the Reunion Movement.

Especially Qin Duanyu.

If the opponent is Frostnova or Patriot, the situation might be a little better. But if it's that little pervert Mephisto, or the Kingslayer who was tricked twice, the scene is too beautiful to imagine.

……

As a result, less than half an hour after the two jeeps left, a large number of Reunification Movement members rushed to the scene.

The tent, which hadn't been packed up in time, was burned to the ground. The blazing flames highlighted the two leaders: one tall and burly, wearing a ferocious mask, and the other petite, holding a cane.

“Mr. Patriot, your deduction was indeed correct; a little mouse really did sneak over.” Mephisto brushed his silver hair aside and looked around the destroyed camp with great interest.

“Captain, the brothers who went to scout ahead… all of them have been killed, all by a single shot.” ​​A soldier wearing an Ursus army coat walked over and said to Patriot in a deep voice.

“The enemy, a squad, no more than five people, should be Ursus, elite.” Patriot said solemnly after examining the corpses on the ground, “Bury them and put up a monument.”

"Mr. Patriot, the enemy killed all your men with only four or five men? Great! I thought it was just a boring outing, but it's finally getting interesting." Mephisto didn't even look at the dead bodies, but instead showed an excited expression. "These tents all seem to be military standard. Could it be that Ursus is making a move?"

Talulah could not possibly trust Patriot to go to the altar alone, so she sent Mephisto, who was more loyal and happened to be expanding his herds nearby, as her "assistant".

Although he would much rather hunt down enemy spies with Faust or raid villages to create more subordinates, and he didn't get along with Patriot at all, he had no choice but to accept it, since it was Talulah's order.

Unexpectedly, I had the chance to run into the elite troops of the Ursus Empire. This was much more challenging than dealing with the military police. The only downside was that there were only a few enemies, so it wasn't quite enough.

"Fine, consider you dessert before attacking Lungmen." Mephistopheles smiled brightly, like a child who had just learned he was going to the amusement park.

“Death is not interesting!” Patriot said coldly. “My men have blocked all the crossroads.”

“Understood. My herds will be responsible for finding them.” Considering that the person before him was not an easy kingslayer to bully, Mephisto’s expression softened slightly, and he turned to look at the surrounding rolling mountains. “What a fine hunting ground! Perfect for those children to show off their skills!”

Chapter 15, Section 192: This brat deserves a beating.

The simple loess mountain road was already difficult to travel, and with the rain, the road surface became extremely slippery. Even in broad daylight, it felt dangerous, let alone driving in the dark at night without headlights. It was a miracle that no accident occurred.

The two jeeps that drove around the mountain road, even though 30 miles per hour wasn't particularly fast, were doing something as suicidal as dancing in a minefield. Perhaps the latter had a better chance of surviving.

"When you go around that corner, drive a little to the outside, there's a pothole on the inside."

"The roads around here are not very safe, so slow down a bit."

"Stop for a minute, my friend. A rock is rolling down the mountain. Let it pass first."

Unfortunately, the "God's-eye view" was too powerful. Not only could he see the road ahead clearly, but he could even clearly see where there might be landslides or slippery spots in Qin Duanyu's mind.

Oleg, sitting in the passenger seat, listened to Qin Duanyu calmly issue one command after another, occasionally turning his head to look at him, his eyes filled with a burning philosophical light.

He knew nothing about politics and economics, and only felt that this doctor was quite capable. However, Ursus had outstanding figures like Speaker Witt, and he simply did not believe that Qin Duanyu could surpass those capable officials.

The kidnapping and taking people back was largely on Vika's orders.

But now, after witnessing Qin Duanyu's amazing "Originium Arts", he suddenly had a similar thought.

This ability is practically tailor-made for battlefield commanders, enough to change the balance of a local battlefield, whether it's breaking through defenses from a single point to the whole area, or stabilizing the front line as a firefighter. And if the doctor were to lead an elite force, sneaking behind enemy lines undetected to carry out a decapitation strike...

Thinking about this, Qin Duanyu's allure in the eyes of this Ursus man was no less than that of a beautiful young woman stripped naked. Even if Vika didn't give the order, he would have to have his men tie up the Doctor and take him back.

"Wait!" Qin Duanyu shouted, signaling Valenkin, who was driving, to stop.

Beyond the maximum distance, the red dot could be clearly seen, indicating that the enemy had already set up a checkpoint at the intersection, and the opposing commander's reaction speed was much faster than he had imagined.

Therefore, the enemy officers who can quickly realize the problem and react can first be ruled out as the King Killer. Since there is no special heavy crossbowman in the enemy team, Faust can be eliminated. Since no irrational monster with crystallized body was seen, Mephisto can also be eliminated.

As for Frostnova's Yeti troops, he vaguely remembered that they were all dressed in white robes, quite different from the gray military coats in front of him, so he could be pretty sure that the person he was facing was Patriot.

Qin Duanyu didn't know much about this Reunion Movement cadre, only that he was a veteran of Ursus with a distinguished record and great strength. After all, when he transmigrated, Miss Eagle was still growing grass like crazy, and the new Chapter Seven was still a long way off.

In addition, I'm not a true expert on the story, and most of my knowledge of the plot comes from online chatter. Just when I finally got interested and wanted to rewatch it from the beginning, I actually ended up in the world of Terra.

However, judging from the current situation, Patriot is meticulous and shrewd, and is definitely not comparable to a hothead like Shattered Bones. He may even be the most formidable opponent he has encountered since he crawled out of the sarcophagus.

When they infiltrated to within a few dozen meters of the outpost, they could see the roadblocks made of piled stones, the makeshift rain shelters, and could vaguely hear their conversation.

"There are sixteen enemies in total, none of them are equipped with heavy firepower. Can we finish the battle before they notify the main force?" Qin Duanyu took a deep breath, pointing out the enemy's distribution while asking Oleg in a low voice.

"Don't worry, although the Shield Guards are better at frontal assaults, they can also handle this kind of raiding." Oleg licked his lips and gestured to the four Shield Guards.

The group immediately abandoned their heavy shields, halberds, and outer armor, wearing only light inner armor and carrying military knives. They stealthily moved in and, almost simultaneously, eliminated the hidden sentries.

After the warning measures were eliminated, the next target was the messenger, that unlucky guy in the ghillie suit, who was reporting something through the communicator. Just as he finished speaking, a sharp whooshing sound rang out.

It was another deadly halberd that pierced not only the messenger's chest, but also sent sparks flying as a large hole was punched in the radio transmitter in front of him.

"Quick, get the first-aid kit! Gustav is seriously injured!"

"Enemy attack! The captain said the enemy is coming. Prepare for battle!"

"Quick, find the alarm on Gustav's body."

After the initial chaos, the checkpoint's regrouping quickly stabilized. Although Oleg and his men were fast, the last soldier, despite having a knife pierce his chest, managed to press the alarm.

Seeing him fall helplessly to the ground with a satisfied smile on his face, Qin Duanyu instinctively felt that these people were different from the Reunion Movement he had encountered before. The former were more like determined warriors and liberators, while the latter were disorderly, chaotic thugs who squandered violence wantonly.

But now is clearly not the time to think about these things. Qin Duanyu pointed in the opposite direction and said, "There's no time to move these obstacles. Let's try to take the supplies with us and switch to walking!"

"Doctor, shouldn't we just go down the path now? The enemy should be catching up soon, right?" Oleg asked, somewhat puzzled, as he watched Qin Duanyu walk back.

"You think so too? Then we're even more likely to escape this time." Qin Duanyu nodded and smiled mysteriously.

This was a feint.

……

“Mr. Patriot, that altar doesn’t seem to be anything special. Apart from taking up a lot of space, it’s not as useful as the ones you’ve set up in the city,” Mephisto asked curiously, while kicking the monster carrying him and ordering it to speed up.

"The effects are different. Mine, the altar, damages the enemy, strengthens the Sarkaz. That altar, its function is unknown, and it has been used." Although he disliked Mephisto, Patriot patiently explained.

"Could it have been those little mice?" Mephistopheles frowned.

“No, it was activated many years ago,” Patriot said, shaking his head with certainty.

"Huh? So these little rats not only made a wasted trip, but they're also going to lose their lives here?" Mephisto grinned, already imagining the Ursus soldiers looking frustrated, yet forced to flee for their lives while being chased.

"The enemy is very strong. Don't be careless," Patriot solemnly reminded him, out of consideration for his colleague.

Recalling the wounds on his subordinates, he became even more certain that his opponents were several shield guards, the most elite warriors in the army.

"We've arrived. And the battle was resolved so cleanly and efficiently once again." Mephistopheles, completely ignoring what was being said, pointed to the chaotic outpost not far away.

Patriot did not respond, but squeezed his hand on the energy halberd, and then went forward to check the situation on his own.

It's a good thing Yelena didn't turn out like this, a kid who hasn't been toughened up by society!

Section 194, Chapter Sixteen: Attacking Friendly Forces

The continuous rain showed no sign of stopping, and the sky was incredibly dark even though it was the middle of the day. A group of Reunification Movement members trudged through the mountains with difficulty, and their complaints could be heard from time to time.

"We were doing great attacking those small towns before, how come we've suddenly been sent to this desolate wilderness? I haven't had enough of that little wench yet, no one is allowed to take her from me next time we do this kind of work!"

"Ian, just shut up. Everyone knows you're a gambling addict. You've lost all the stolen goods and now you want to win back some of your money?"

"It's almost noon already. How about we get something to eat? We're cold, hungry, and have no alcohol to drink. It's really unbearable..."

Before he could finish speaking, something even more unbearable happened. A military knife emerged from the bushes and slashed the throat of the Reunion Movement member. His shrill screams were drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain, and a massacre ensued.

Yesterday, Oleg and his men attacked the outpost to create the illusion that everyone was planning to break out from the north. Oleg's astonished reaction proved that, in the mindset of traditional Ursus soldiers, this was the most direct and effective method.

It's highly likely that Patriots share the same idea and will send a large number of personnel to the northern region for investigation.

Even so, the number of enemies in other areas was still unexpectedly large. Qin Duanyu and his group managed to bypass several teams, but they still couldn't escape the massive search teams and had to take the initiative to eliminate them.

"Why are these enemies so weak? Compared to the warriors we encountered before, they're practically..." Oleg was puzzled. There were clearly more than thirty of them, and based on yesterday's encounter, they should have been tough nuts to crack.

But this rabble offered no respect and was slaughtered in an instant, which was quite unexpected.

“These slightly trained thugs are the main component of the Reunion Movement. If they were all elites, I wouldn’t have been able to leave Lungmen alive,” Qin Duanyu said absentmindedly.

But judging from the conversation just now, this group of people are undisciplined, committing arson, murder, and looting, much like local thugs. They don't look like soldiers under Patriot's command at all. Given his personality, he would never tolerate his subordinates doing such a thing.

Is it...

"Harold, if you heard me, just reply already! Why haven't you reported on the search situation after two hours?" An impatient voice came from the unencrypted intercom.

"Sir, hello, our captain isn't here." Qin Duanyu quickly picked up the microphone and said in a low voice.

"Who are you, and where did Harold go?" The person on the other end of the line, assuming it was some lowly soldier, asked arrogantly when someone answered.

"Sir, it's me, Ian. Don't you remember? We were playing cards together last month." Qin Duanyu's tone was obsequious, befitting a dutiful lackey. "The captain has gone to take care of his personal needs. Please feel free to give any orders."

"Hmph, lazy donkeys always piss and pee on the millstone! Lord Mephistopheles specifically said that this enemy is no ordinary foe, so keep your eyes peeled and stop trying to slack off. You don't want to experience his punishment, do you?" The person on the other end scolded sternly, giving off a feeling of a fox borrowing the tiger's power.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely pass on your and Lord Mephisto's spirit. Everyone will be greatly inspired when they hear it, right, brothers?" Qin Duanyu waved his hand, signaling Oleg and the others to cooperate quickly.

The flattery was incessant, making it difficult for a group of rough men to find the right words.

"Hmph, good to know. If I do a good job this time, I'll put in a good word for Lord Mephistopheles!" Despite the clumsy flattery, the guy still felt incredibly pleased.

"By the way, sir, which other teams are around here? A few bastards owe me money, and if I run into them, I'd like to get it back..." Qin Duanyu continued to ask.

"Damn it, go ask Harold yourself, your route is marked on the map! Remember, next time you must report on time!" After saying that, the person on the other end hung up the communication.

"I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one would you like to hear first?" Qin Duanyu thought to herself, "As expected," and turned to look at Vika.

Of the known officers, Mephisto is the least picky about his subordinates, including bandits, thugs, and even prisoners—he's practically the Reunion Movement's dumping ground.

After all, in his view, these people were excellent material to be transformed into herds, and the more the better. It didn't matter how bad their character or how poor their fighting ability was, as long as they were transformed into monsters that completely obeyed orders and felt no pain.

"Let me tell you the bad news first, so I can be mentally prepared." Vika took a deep breath.

"The bad news is that we're not just facing one cadre. Besides Patriot, we've also run into that most psychologically twisted brat in the Reunion Movement. No wonder the number of enemies is beyond our imagination," Qin Duanyu said with a shrug.