Chapter 1499

In the southeast suburb of London, the living corpses are surging like an ocean.

Under the command of Kingsley, the elimination forces led by many elite wizards fought hard to stop a large number of enemies, and the curse fell like rain among the living corpses.

At the same time, some of the dead who would cast magic in the group of living corpses shot terrible and deadly spells relentlessly at the side of the Qing and suppression army.

A record of explosions, bursts of smoke, a roar... There is a mixture in the place where the two armies compete. Even if it is sunny at the moment, it only makes people feel depressed and chaotic like dark clouds blocking the sun and thunder.

Those who have not been on the battlefield cannot realize the fear that even crouching behind the bunker may be killed by an attack from nowhere.

However, everyone was obviously not overwhelmed by the pressure and was still fighting with all his strength. Casualties are inevitable, but under the orderly plan and Kingsley's accurate and timely command, many team members were rushed back to the rear of the battlefield for treatment after being injured.

Of course, this is a battlefield after all, and no good commander can completely avoid sacrifice.

Some were killed by the killing curse on the spot, some died of excessive injury during temporary transportation, and even accidentally hit and died by the enemy's curse in order to rescue the wounded.

War is always cruel, whether it is wizard war or Muggle war.

"Attention! The fire power of the team on the west side is not enough. Let Digo them increase the attack frequency! In this way, the corpses will go to Surrey!"

Kingsley in the center of the town immediately issued the latest order after listening to the report of the air team. At the same time, another spy from the east side of the battlefield immediately said:

"Miss Tonks's team can't stand the pressure of the living corpses -"

Upon hearing this, Kingsley said again immediately:

"Let aberforth reinforce!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the moving corpses is still retreating, and the pressure is too great..."

"Let the reserve team also join the positive Elimination!"

"Mr Kingsley -"

Interim reports were sent one by one, informing Kingsley of the situation in various areas of the battlefield in disorder, and then he made a judgment as soon as possible.

The great sense of responsibility made a calm man like Kingsley sweat on his forehead, but he couldn't relax for a moment.

Because even if one of the messages is late, the cost may be more casualties.

While chaos and order coexisted in the battlefield and the brilliance of various magic spells flickered frequently, there was a large amount of fog floating from London behind the corpses.

The strange fog that has always shrouded downtown London has actually begun to move!

Kingsley looked at the misty land in the distance and approached the battlefield little by little. His eyebrows became tighter and tighter. He even forgot to wipe the sweat falling from his forehead.

"... will it be Haier?"

There are other possibilities, but Kingsley first thought of Haier Bo himself.

Their group of wizards who cleaned up the corpses took the initiative to attack at the risk that Haier Bo might appear at any time. Once they found that Haier Bo also joined the battlefield, they had no chance of winning, so they had only the option of "retreat".

"Convey it to all teams. As soon as you find Haier Bo, you will quickly evacuate the battlefield! You must not hesitate!"

After sending people around the battlefield to convey instructions, Kingsley himself waved to the Aurors responsible for protecting himself with a little hesitation.

"Listen clearly, it's just my request, you can refuse! And my request is... I need someone to bypass the battlefield and go to the rear of the corpse army to confirm the reason for the fog movement first. This task is very dangerous, because it is likely to encounter helbo himself... Think about it!"

However, just as Kingsley had finished, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I'll go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley suddenly looked back and saw Harry stopping with the Gryffindor sword.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley, who was a little stunned, Harry immediately repeated his words again. But at the next moment, Kingsley shook his head decisively.

"I don't know how you left spiral town and why lupin didn't stop you... Of course, it's obviously not important. However, the task of exploring the fog can't be given to you."

"Why?" Harry whispered, "lupin didn't let me out when he was in town; now you don't let me fight... Kingsley, I have enough strength to watch so many relatives and friends get hurt and even die... I..."

"Potter," Kingsley interrupted before he finished, "when did I say I wouldn't let you fight? I just think that with your current strength, the place to go should not be in the fog, but the front line to eliminate the living corpses."

"Frontline? Good -"

Harry was surprised to hear that Kingsley didn't mean to stop himself. But soon, when he saw the Aurors who protected Kingsley, he couldn't help swallowing the "good" back into his stomach.

"But..."

"Mr. Potter!" one of Auror looked at Harry with worried faces and shook his head. "Minister schacker is right... With your strength, the most effective must be the front line of the war! As for the tasks that 'anyone can die', let us do it!"

"Sir..."

"Potter, go!" Kingsley suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the battlefield ahead. "While the fog has not floated into the battlefield, go and reduce the number of enemies as much as possible... Of course, pay attention to your own safety. You are the most precious combat power among us!"

This is war.

Harry clenched his teeth. After saluting the Aurors, he rushed into the battlefield without looking back with his sword.

Kingsley and several Aurors looked at his surprisingly vigorous figure and disappeared into the crowd. After a slight pause, they forgot the past in the direction of London again.

"Minister, we will be divided into two teams. One team enters the fog and the other team follows the fog. If the first team doesn't come out and meet within the set time after entering, we will send someone back to report."

"Well," Kingsley turned his head and leaned slightly towards them like Harry just now, "I'm sorry, please!"

"Don't say that. Our lives are nothing for the safety of the whole suppression force!"