Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-
Outside the trenches, various firearms roared one after another.
Unless charging, shouting and screaming on the battlefield is taboo.
Although the human voice seems so insignificant compared to the sound of artillery fire...
But if you listen carefully, there is a group of people shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Burning flames", "crackling explosions", "shattering to pieces", "torn apart", "boulders flying"...
Yes, these people are the official Aurors and reserve wizards of France.
At first, the Muggle soldiers were surprised at how this group of people could be so funny. Instead of carrying guns and cannons, they came to the battlefield waving small wooden sticks.
But when they saw the abilities of this group of people.
They went from being shocked at the beginning to chuckling to joy, and then to numbness now...
Wizards are humans too, and they bleed, and unfortunately they can die if they get shot...
One of the three pillars of life is carrying a gun together.
As the war descended into anxiety, and now it is retreating steadily.
There have been many touching and touching incidents between Muggles and wizards.
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The temporary hospital located in an inconspicuous ravine behind the position was excavated by several wizards.
But then they left, leaving a few young wizards who had just graduated and a group of Muggle doctors working here.
Supplies are extremely scarce now, and unless they are important figures or wizards, other injured people have to enjoy Muggle surgeries.
Therefore, don't expect to recover quickly through wizard's means after being injured.
Wails, groans, and cries filled the wider cave.
Snapped--
The space at the entrance of the cave was distorted.
A witch appears holding a wounded man.
The witch's condition wasn't very good either. She staggered a few times and couldn't stand still, and accidentally fell to one knee on the ground.
"Colonel Sophia!"
Even though we are at the rear, someone still needs to be on guard.
The little witch with a childish look on her face, holding a small wooden stick, recognized the identity of the witch in front of her.
She exclaimed and trotted forward quickly, reaching out to take the wounded person in her hand.
"Don't worry about me...save Dawson first..."
After hearing this, the little witch hugged the wizard who was a few laps older than her and ran all the way to the wizard's operating room in the back.
Seeing the crowd of people in the operating room, Sophia breathed a sigh of relief.
This witch is exactly the leading witch with whom Xifa met half-way when he took Cassandra through the Alps during the summer vacation last year.
But now she is no longer a major, but a colonel.
It's very simple, because of the war, not only were military merits easier to obtain than usual, but also... all her superiors died on the battlefield.
hiss--
Sophia stood up from the ground unsteadily.
Because he was kneeling on one knee, the rough stones on the ground abraded the skin of his knees and even stuck them together.
Fortunately, Sophia was strong enough and would not give up getting up just because of the pain.
Focusing on an empty hospital bed, Sophia limped towards the bed.
The long hair she had grown for a year was a little messy after intense fighting, but she had no intention of sorting out these small flaws.
She was not even in the mood to wipe away the streaks of mud on her fair face.
He took out his wand and cast a quick resuscitation spell on the scratches and bruises on his body.
Then sprinkle white essence on several wounds on the body that are deep enough to show bone.
After a while of trembling, Sofia, who was wearing relatively revealing clothes, was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.
Obviously, this is not the first time she has dealt with her own injuries.
At first, she wore a tight-fitting garment, but it gradually wore out as she battled, and she had to pay attention to her injuries, so she simply chose more revealing clothes.
After taking care of her injuries, Sophia didn't care whether the bed behind her was clean. Besides, she didn't look clean either.
Sophia drank a bottle of recovery potion, laughed at herself, and fell on the smelly hospital bed.
Soon, she closed her eyes and fell asleep...
An hour later.
Sophia opened her eyes suddenly, and the candle-lit ceiling told her that she was not on the front line now.
I feel that my body has regained a lot of strength.
Sophia stood up from the bed quickly and straightened her tattered coat.
at this time.
"Major Sophia! Senior Dawson's injury has been treated!"
The little witch who received him looked at him with admiring eyes and said in a sharper voice.
"Well, thank you for your hard work! Come on! I believe you will become a witch like me!"
Sophia touched the little witch's clean and tidy hair with her bandaged hand.
The little witch didn't mind either. Instead, she narrowed her eyes like a cat, looking like she was enjoying it.
...
"Dawson, at that time, you didn't have to block that curse for me! You had already run out of energy at that time! You..."
As soon as Dawson opened his eyes, he found that his beloved senior sister was sitting beside his hospital bed, but what greeted him was not a gentle greeting, but a blanket of abuse.
She is indeed the senior sister that I fell in love with at first sight. Whether it was her heroic appearance at the beginning or her more embarrassed but more feminine appearance now, I said that I am extremely addicted to it. It’s not like the senior sister’s bulging appearance and figure.
very good!
"Senior Sofia, you know! If you resist that spell, we won't have a chance to leave..."
When Sophia said she was tired, her face was slightly red, her chest was rising and falling, and she was breathing hard, Dawson interrupted.
Indeed, in order for their men to evacuate safely, the two of them ordered the others to leave quickly and left them alone.
Soon, Dawson's magic power was completely drained, leaving only a little magic power from the follower's appearance.
And Sophia was almost at the end of her rope.
At this moment, a powerful explosive spell was fired at the two people who were about to leave.
Dawson did not hesitate to use the last of his magic power to cast an iron armor spell.
Obviously this armor curse cannot block the powerful explosion curse.
Fortunately, he bought time and just pushed Sophia to the ground.
The explosion sounded not far away.
Standing in front of Sophia, he was seriously injured by the aftermath.
If Sophia takes action, they will indeed be safe, but Sophia will also lose the magic power of long-distance apparation.
Dawson and Sophia couldn't escape from danger.
Sophia was silent.
The shy boy who followed him obediently and obeyed his words has changed.
But... I don't hate this change. Otherwise, during the war, I might really agree to his proposal, right?
"Just call me Sofia in private from now on. It's too awkward to lead a senior!"
Seeing myself scolding Dawson for a long time, the irritation to him was not as great as the emotional ups and downs caused by this sentence.
Sophia couldn't help but feel angry and funny.
"Sophia, what do you think happened to Mr. Flamel? Why didn't he come to the battlefield to help us? And Mr. Dumbledore, isn't he our ally?"
Dawson's words brought Sophia's thoughts back to reality.
"Then did you see the leader of the Shadow Empire and Grindelwald appear on the battlefield?"
Seeing Dawson's confused face, Sophia let out a long sigh, wondering why she was so impressed by this elm-headed man.
"The top combat capabilities of both sides are restraining each other, and they will not end easily."
Dawson nodded in understanding.
This chapter has been completed!