Chapter 1499? Unwilling

Leonard's defense area is located in the main stronghold in the center. Bright green flames suddenly burst out from the empty grate under the stone fireplace. The Aurors in charge of the guards stood up and raised their wands on guard, ready to cast them immediately if there was anything unusual. Use the Death Curse to solve the trouble.

But Ian, with stubborn golden hair, appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top.

A few seconds later, he stepped over the grate. Ian, whose hair had half covered his eyes, drooped his eyes and eyebrows, and was so frustrated that he didn't even slap the ashes off his body as usual. The Auror guards naturally stepped forward and started Conduct a review on him, such as using spells such as the use of original form.

After the test passed, the leading guard squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, Chief Knox... As you reported before, those cunning kingdom people pretended to be a lot of people and tried to sneak in..."

"You guys did a great job..." Ian waved his hands weakly, he raised his head, and saw a busy and noisy scene in front of him.

The main defense area in front of them is different from the defensive stronghold of their guerrillas on the periphery. The defensive stronghold of the guerrillas is purely defensive, and the personnel inside are only armed forces, and the members here seem to be very mixed.

Clerks in congress uniforms, Aurors, strikers... Moreover, in addition to the defense zone whose teleportation was cut off and unable to escape, a large part of the personnel in the other defense zone captured by the United Kingdom also fled here, so it seems that all kinds of Both have identities.

Except for the professionally trained armed personnel, most of the others acted on their own like a piece of loose sand. Some clerks hurriedly shuttled around the defense area with documents in their hands, and the armed forces responsible for the defense clamored to improve various facilities.

Many wizards who were doing nothing among them gathered together in twos and threes, each holding the photos and leaflets of the main defense zone distributed by the United Kingdom that Ian had seen before, looking very panicked, as if frightened everywhere Scurrying rats.

Frowning, Ian turned his head and looked around, only to find that he saw Uncle Leonard sitting on a high-backed wooden chair near a bunker. His complexion was a little sallow, and his red eyes were bloodshot. The hair also looks very messy after not washing and taking care of it for several days.

"Report!" Ian strode over and stood in front of Leonard, "I am here to report on behalf of the McDuff team, asking for support."

"Support? Has your team already fought against the United Kingdom? How is the situation now?" Leonard stood up abruptly. Although his brows were still tightly knit together, when he found out that it was Ian who came over, he had a tone of surprise. Still a little higher than usual.

"There hasn't been a formal fight yet, but due to some accidents... there have been casualties in the team, but the rest of the team is still holding on to the defensive strongholds outside." Ian's voice was full of grief and indignation, and he lowered his head to hide his expression when he thought of what had just happened.

Leonard looked his nephew up and down, and it seemed that the nephew was indeed not hurt. His shoulders were relaxed, and the expression on his cheeks was no longer tense.

"Ian, you go to contact them, give up that stronghold first and return safely." Leonard's wand cast "clean up" on Ian to make him look better, "I received a message from the commander of the United Kingdom. Albert's meeting request, I intend to listen to what the other party has to say before considering the next specific defensive measures, if... what they said is true..."

"Uncle! The captain is probably unwilling to give up defense so quickly... All the members of the defense area where Robert was resisted and refused to surrender. Macduff asked the team members for their opinions. We were not afraid of death and expressed that we would resist to the end..." Ian muffled He said sullenly, "Can you provide us with some resources such as magic alchemy bombs? They know that they will not be able to successfully defend against the United Kingdom... You know that the Kingdom's army mentioned us before in persuading the surrender...so they sent me away and wanted to let each other go Let the people of the kingdom see how powerful American wizards are..." Ian raised his head suddenly, staring at Leonard with the same red eyes, "Uncle Leonard, you are the commander-in-chief, please order me to go back, Macduff Issue a military order as my superior to force me to come here, but you can let me and them fight to the end..."

"Ian... Chairman Picquely has lost contact with you. You know this situation... There is little hope of winning this resistance." Leonard sighed deeply, and he patted Ian's Shoulder, "Back then, Picqueli and I originally wanted to take advantage of a few victories and successes to prolong the defensive battle so that the international situation could force the United Kingdom to retreat... But no matter what the situation is, he has indeed not responded for so long. The meaning of our defense is getting less and less." Leonard's tone was low, and he stared at Ian: "Since this is the case... Ian, we should take advantage of the United Kingdom's desire to not want too many casualties to get more conditions... Speaking of this, you should understand that too many sacrifices are meaningless in this situation... If it is really a matter of death over there, the magic world all over the world will count on that goddess and Allen, and no one will Consider supporting us..."

"Uncle... Didn't you say you would never surrender?..." Ian hung his head, "There will be no American wizarding world..."

"The premise of never surrendering is to have the hope of resistance...so a little hope...but the situation is different now." Seeing the reluctance in Ian's eyes, Leonard stood up straight and put his dissatisfaction away. Willing to leave it behind, he turned to a serious tone and said, "In short, I don't agree with you going back, and I don't agree with McDuff's decision to stick to the end. Now I order you in the name of the commander-in-chief of the defense zone, call They all come back, this is an order! Let's talk to them and then... This is not a fight between wizards anymore..."

Suddenly, Leonard and Ian stopped the conversation, and they looked diagonally backward almost at the same time, and the shadow projected by the side of the bookcase began to move.

"Exactly, Albert just returned to Lying City, and my father and I happened to be a little free, so we came directly."

Before Allen finished speaking, Owen walked out with Jessica, and Penello, with a cold face, stood behind them.

Things fell to the ground and made a ping-pong-pong sound. After a brief silence, there were shouts in the room. The fastest responders were the Aurors. They yelled for defense, and some rushed over with their wands in their hands. To protect Leonard; the documents in the hands of many civilian wizards were so startled that they fell to the ground with a crackling sound. In panic, they were a little confused and hurriedly backed away, but when they heard the shouts of the Aurors, they hurriedly Running back from both sides, making way for the Aurors in the middle; the communicator held the badge and quickly contacted the wizard outside...

"Merlin, that's Alan Harris, why did he come here in person..."

"An existence that even mysterious people can't resist, can we all resist it together?"

"He still has that female devil..."

...

Desperation spread in the defense zone. For the American wizards who did not understand the situation, including the previous battles against Germany and Bulgaria, Alan Harris himself had not participated in the war, and the Americans were also very lucky about the victory. It originated from this, but now Alan himself actually appeared inside their defense zone headquarters...

The fall of the whole fortified zone, then, seemed inevitable.