Chapter 414 Escape and Postwar

How could Yevgeny let Smirnov go? He continued to spray venom at the arrogant old man: "Yakovlev clearly told us to observe first, but you insisted on rushing forward; Yakovlev said that the front was in chaos and was about to collapse, and we had to withdraw immediately, but you sent people to the front to inquire about the situation. The friendly forces were scattered, but you still fantasized about counterattacks. If it weren't for you, how could Anton have no news! And just now, Yakovlev had already reminded us that it was so quiet here, which was very similar to the scene when he was chased, and it was very likely a trap. But how did you respond at that time? You actually said that he was scared and it was absolutely safe here! Look at the consequences now! Two more of our colleagues have died! I tell you, Smirnov, no matter how deep your friendship with that Karkaroff is, it can't prevent the contempt of all Durmstrang for you."

"That's right. We will report what happened here truthfully to the school... and I know you must have a way, right, Yakovlev?" The speaker was another younger middle-aged man, his voice carrying a hint of eagerness and anticipation.

Yakovlev looked at the scene in front of him and felt relieved. He knew that his plan had been more than half successful. But at the same time, he was even more afraid of Xingsuan's ability to make plans. You know, almost every step he had just experienced had appeared in the emergency plan given by Xingsuan. In fact, there were more countermeasures in his emergency plan.

Of course, now is not the time to think about these things. He quickly used his acting talent to the fullest and said with a worried look, "The current situation is indeed beyond my understanding... Alas, since everyone trusts me so much, I can only do my best. But I have to say it in advance. I need everyone to seriously follow my every word. I don't want all of us to be destroyed because of a few people's disobedience. Of course, if we really encounter any accidents at that time, I hope everyone will not blame me. I will accompany you all."

After hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces did not change much. After all, they had already made the worst-case scenario plan.

"Don't worry, we are just doing our best and leaving the rest to fate." Someone spoke first.

"That's right. Even if something unexpected happens in the end, no one will blame you. Just give orders boldly." Others echoed.

But when everyone was expressing their opinions, Smirnov finally came back to his senses from the shock. He shouted angrily: "Bullshit! I have the final say here! How dare you bastards usurp power? I tell you, it's impossible!" After that, he was ready to take out his magic wand to shock everyone.

However, although his movements were swift, there were always people who were faster than him. Yevgeny, who was eager to survive, had already cast a spell: "Faint!"

Although this was just a simple spell, the other party was caught off guard. The next second, Smirnov fainted in front of everyone.

"Let's arrest this man first. What do you think?" Yevgeni seemed to be speaking calmly, but his shaking hands betrayed his panic at the moment: "We are all under the command of Yakovlev now. Only he can lead us out of here."

"I agree."

"I have no objection..."

One by one, my companions agreed with this view...

With Yakovlev leading the way, the escape was naturally much smoother. Although they encountered traps of one kind or another, and three people were killed, and Smirnov was used as a shield by the crowd and got a box lunch; but at least they still escaped. There were more than a dozen people when they came, but only six people were left when they left. What they had to do, perhaps, was to contact Durmstrang as soon as possible...

It is worth mentioning that among the numerous attackers, only three teams, nearly 40 people, were able to escape like them. Moreover, they were all at the back of the battlefield and had no idea what was happening on the battlefield...

As time went by, the shouts on the battlefield gradually disappeared, and the chaotic explosions gradually stopped. It seemed that the only thing left was the endless sound of the wind and the "crackling" sound of the fire... The entire battlefield fell completely silent...

On this battlefield that looked like a ruin, the generals of the Yang family were carefully searching every corner, trying to find any fish that had escaped the net.

At the same time, in the two-story western-style building, Yang Tian was listening attentively to news reports coming from all directions.

"Is Grandpa Xiao not back yet? That team of Saloks is the key gain of this battle! If we let them escape, Grandpa Xiao will probably be so angry that he won't even be able to eat, right?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Yang Tian's words.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Humph, I knew you were saying bad things about me behind my back. With me taking action, how can they get away?" Before he finished speaking, Old Xiao had already walked quickly into the door and said loudly: "Look, there are seven people in total, not one less. I really don't understand what these people are thinking. They actually chose to escape separately. Doesn't this give us the opportunity to defeat them one by one? Hahahaha..."

"Hmph, don't be so ungrateful!" Old Liao looked at Old Xiao with a sour look on his face, and said sourly, "If it weren't for the Lost Formation that prevented these idiots from escaping this land, do you think you could catch them so easily? Maybe they would have already fled in all directions!"

"Go away, I won't bother with someone who didn't even lend a hand on the battlefield..." The corners of Xiao Lao's mouth slightly raised, and the smugness could not be suppressed at all: "I understand, if you can't eat the grapes, you will say the grapes are sour..."

"I...you..." This sentence was not very hurtful, but it was extremely insulting, and it immediately made Liao Lao autistic. After a long time, he said hatefully: "Humph, according to the prediction of the stars, the next war will start soon. When the time comes, let's compete to see who kills more enemies! I just don't know if you dare to compete."

"Humph, why not? I haven't had a killing competition in a long time." Old Xiao said without hesitation.

"Okay, two old men, stop arguing and listen to the current battle situation first." Caiyu hurriedly persuaded. As she spoke, she turned her gaze directly to Xingsuan...