Chapter 1498 Sacrifice

In the southeastern suburbs of London, hordes of living corpses are surging like an ocean.

Under the command of Kingsley, the suppression force led by many elite wizards struggled to stop the huge number of enemies, and the curse was thrown towards the crowd of living corpses like rain.

At the same time, among the group of living corpses, there were also some of the dead who could cast magic, and mercilessly shot one after another of terrifying and deadly spells towards the suppression army.

Explosions, bursts of smoke, roars... mixed together in the place where the two armies confront each other, even though the sun is shining brightly at this moment, it only makes people feel oppressed and chaotic like dark clouds covering the sun and thunder and thunder roaring.

People who have never been on the battlefield can't understand the fear of being killed by an attack from nowhere even when they curl up behind a bunker.

However, everyone is obviously not overwhelmed by this pressure, and they are still fighting with all their strength. Casualties were unavoidable, 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 matter how good a commander is, he cannot completely avoid sacrifices.

Some were hit by the Killing Curse and died on the spot, some died of serious injuries during temporary transportation, and some even died by accidental hits by the enemy's curse in order to rescue the wounded.

War is always cruel, whether it is a wizarding war or a Muggle war, it is the same.

"Attention! The team on the west side doesn't have enough firepower, let Di Ge and the others increase the attack frequency! If this continues, the group of living corpses will head towards Surrey!"

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

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

Upon hearing this, Kingsley immediately said again:

"Let Aberforth go for reinforcements!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the march of the living corpses is still retreating, the pressure is too great..."

"Let the reserve team also join the frontal suppression!"

"Mr. Kingsley—"

Temporary reports came one after another, informing Kingsley of the situation in each area of ​​the battlefield in an orderly manner, and then he made a judgment as quickly as possible.

a great sense of responsibility,

Sweat dripped from the forehead of someone as calm and calm as Kingsley, but he couldn't relax even for a moment.

Because, even if one of the messages is late, the price to be paid may be more casualties.

And just when chaos and order coexisted on the battlefield, and the brilliance of various spells flickered frequently, behind the group of living corpses, there was a large gray fog floating from London.

The weird fog that has always shrouded the city of London actually started to move!

Kingsley watched the mist in the distance approaching the battlefield little by little, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he even forgot to wipe off the sweat that fell from his forehead.

"...Could it be Haierbo?"

There are other possibilities, but the first thing Kingsley thought of was Hai Erbo himself.

Their team of wizards who wiped out the living corpses took the initiative to take the risk that Hai Erbo might appear on the scene at any time. Once they found out that Hai Erbo had also joined the battle, they had no chance of winning and had no choice but to "retreat".

"Convey to each team, as soon as Haierbo is spotted, leave the battlefield quickly! Don't hesitate!"

After having people send orders to various parts of the battlefield, Kingsley himself waved to the Aurors who were in charge of protecting him with some hesitation.

"Listen clearly, the following is just my request, you don't have to agree! And my request is... I need someone to go around the battlefield and go to the rear of the zombie army to first confirm the reason for the fog to move. This task It is very dangerous, because it is very likely that you will meet Hai Erbo himself... think about it!"

However, just as Kingsley finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice suddenly coming from behind him.

"I go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley turned around suddenly, and immediately saw Harry who was holding the Gryffindor sword and stopped.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley who was slightly stunned, Harry immediately repeated his words. But at the next moment, Kingsley shook his head resolutely as if he had thought of something.

"I don't know how you left Spiral Town, and why Lupine didn't stop you...Of course, this is obviously not important anymore. However, it is definitely impossible to entrust you with the task of exploring the fog."

"Why?" Harry couldn't help but shouted when he heard this, "Lupine wouldn't let me out when I was in town; and now, you won't let me fight...Kingsley, I already have enough strength , let me watch so many relatives and friends get injured or even die...I..."

"Potter," Kingsley interrupted before he finished speaking, "when did I say I won't let you fight? I just think that with your current strength, the place you should go should never be the fog Inside, it is the front line of clearing the living corpses."

"Frontline? Okay—"

Harry was surprised to hear that Kingsley didn't mean to stop him. But soon, when he saw the Aurors protecting Kingsley, he couldn't help swallowing the word "OK".

"But……"

"Mr. Potter!" One of the Aurors looked at the worried Harry, and shook his head slightly, "Minister Shacklebolt is right... With your strength, the most effective ones must be the ones who fight." The front line! As for those tasks that 'whoever goes there may die', leave it to us!"

"gentlemen……"

"Potter, go!" Kingsley suddenly reached out and pointed at the battlefield ahead, "Before the fog drifts into the battlefield, go and reduce the number of enemies as much as possible...Of course, pay attention to your own safety, you are ours!" The most precious combat power among them!"

This is war.

Harry gritted his teeth, and after saluting those Aurors, he rushed into the battlefield with his sword in hand without looking back.

Kingsley and several Aurors saw his surprisingly vigorous figure disappearing into the crowd, paused for a moment, and then forgot about the past again towards London.

"Minister, we will divide into two teams. One team will enter the fog, and the other team will follow the fog on the periphery. If the first team does not come out to 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, then I'll leave it to you!"

"Don't say that, for the safety of the entire suppression force, our few lives are nothing!"

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