Chapter 329: Dark Fang is almost completely wiped out
"Avada Kedavra!" A wizard cast the most deadly spell at an officer.
A green light flashed, and the officer fell to the ground, his life gone.
But this move aroused the anger of the Muggle soldiers.
Like enraged lions, they began to fight back frantically.
Grindelwald himself led the charge, his magic powerful and precise.
With every swing of the wand, several enemies fell.
However, his mood became increasingly heavy.
He hadn't expected Muggles to be so tenacious.
Faced with enemies coming in like a tide, he could not kill them all even if he worked himself to death.
Even his invincible Fiendfyre was suppressed by the Muggle soldiers using various means, and the effectiveness of his attack was greatly reduced.
When several high-frequency electromagnetic devices were pushed onto the battlefield, the situation was instantly reversed, directly securing the victory for the Muggle warriors.
Under the interference of electromagnetic waves, the witches may still be able to fight.
But for a pure wizard team like Dark Heart, fighting in such an environment would undoubtedly be courting death.
Moody naturally recognized those devices.
He rushed to Grindelwald and shouted anxiously, "Elder Grindelwald, we must retreat!"
Grindelwald gripped his wand tightly and nodded helplessly.
With the current intensity of the Muggles' attack, it was completely impossible for him to lead his men to break through the defense line.
He waved his wand and cast a powerful spell - "Blue Gas Stove".
In an instant, blue flames shot up into the sky.
Although the flames could not reach the Muggle soldiers in the distance, the curtain of fire rising into the sky successfully blocked their sight.
Then, Grindelwald cast a protective spell despite the interference of high-frequency electromagnetic waves, providing the wizards with a chance to retreat.
His voice was infinitely amplified by magic, echoing in every corner of the Fort Hood military base.
"Everyone evacuate!"
When the wizards heard the order, they all performed Apparition and disappeared in an instant, fleeing from the military base.
In the tank area, members of the Witch Combat Team also heard the order to retreat.
Henry was at the forefront at this time.
He drank a special potion and was the only one in the team who could still use magic.
He looked back at the only seven remaining team members and his comrades lying in a pool of blood, and his heart was bleeding.
"Jack, take the people and go."
"Captain, I will not retreat. I want to avenge my brothers."
Jack hid behind the cover and kept throwing high-explosive grenades at the enemy.
"Do you want our team to be wiped out?" Henry had just finished speaking when a rocket whizzed over.
He quickly waved his wand and changed the direction of the rocket.
"Retreat, this is an order!" Henry's voice was stern and firm.
"Captain, what are you going to do?" Jack asked anxiously.
"I can still use magic. I can leave anytime."
Henry cast the armor protection spell, and a silver barrier appeared in front of him, temporarily blocking the bullet attack.
Jack gritted his teeth and roared, "Retreat!"
The other six members heard the order and turned around and ran to the back without any hesitation.
Only if they evacuate to a safe area as quickly as possible will their captain leave. Time is life for Henry.
"Captain, you must come back!"
Jack roared as he ran.
Henry maintained the armor spell and looked back at his teammates who were about to disappear from his sight, feeling a sense of comfort in his heart.
But he knew in his heart that the effect of the potion was about to run out, so how could he have a chance to go back.
When the last team member disappeared from his sight.
Henry turned his head and looked at the base soldiers firmly, his eyes full of hatred.
He took out everything from his tactical bag, removed the armor spell, and exposed himself to the artillery fire.
He used all his magic power to shoot the bombs at the soldiers.
He looked at the enemies who were blown away, smiled and fell in a pool of blood, "Brothers, I have avenged you."
Such scenes were played out in different areas of Fort Hood military base.
Bailey from Team D listened to the retreat order coming from the sky with a dull look in his eyes.
All the brothers in the team have been killed. Is there any need for him to escape?
He had used up all his weapons, and even threw away the bombs of his comrades.
He looked at the last clip of submachine gun bullets in his hand.
He resolutely rushed out of the bunker and fired wildly at the soldiers at the opposite base.
"Brothers, here I come." Bailey's shouts echoed on the battlefield.
At the same time, inside the command post at Fort Hood military base.
It was a tragic scene, with several Dark Spear wizards lying in a pool of blood, their lives long gone.
From the moment the battle broke out, they began their mission to behead the top leaders of the base.
But what they didn't expect was.
Before they could even take action, their "colleagues" around them pulled out their weapons and launched a surprise attack on them.
Under the suppression of high-frequency electromagnetic devices, the magical powers of these wizards were severely weakened.
They were not even as good as an ordinary Muggle soldier.
They didn't even have the chance to take out their special potions before they fell under the gun one after another.
When Grindelwald arrived at the designated evacuation point, his eyes were bloodshot.
He had never shed tears before, but at this moment, tears silently rolled down his eyes.
Except for the Dark Heart Squad led by him, all members were safely evacuated.
Of the remaining 5,000 Dark Fang wizard warriors, only over 300 managed to escape, and all of them were injured, a horrible sight.
Grindelwald's heart was filled with guilt, and the feeling of frustration was like a dark cloud, weighing on him to the point where he could hardly breathe.
If it weren't for his arrogance, he would have immediately ordered an evacuation after realizing it was a trap.
Perhaps it wouldn't have come at such a heavy price.
It's a pity that there is no if in this world.
"Moody, take your people back first."
He looked at the witch warriors who looked like bloody people, many of whom were even missing limbs, and continued.
"Use my authority as an elder and do my best to heal these warriors."
"Elder, what are you doing..." Moody's eyes flickered, as if he had guessed Grindelwald's plan.
"I am the one who let them down." Grindelwald looked towards the direction of Fort Hood military base.
Although the base was thousands of miles away, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate time and space and look directly at the battlefield.
“Elder Grindelwald, although you are the highest person in charge of the operation, I am the commander of this operation.
If there is any guilt involved, it's mine." Moody said firmly.
"I will go with you."
The witch warriors who were using magic potions for emergency treatment raised their heads when they heard the conversation between the two.
Regardless of their injuries, they stood up one after another, and their voices rose one after another.
"And I."
"I'll go as well."
"Take me one."
There was a flame of hatred burning in their eyes.
