great-warnovel Chapter 308 Joining Forces?
Chapter 308 Joining Forces?
Chapter 308 Joining Forces?
"Have the students shift their focus and aim their magic at the artillery positions over there!" Hermione ordered. Even before she did, the twins and others in the tower were already shouting and directing the students to retaliate.
However, the disparity in numbers between the two sides was too great. The Muggle army silently transported countless troops to this side, and nearly a hundred cannons were set up on the high ground. The scene of them firing at the same time was almost suffocating.
The students' brilliant blue light cannons did cause explosions in the area, but compared to their numbers, it was still too meager.
On the northern front, the werewolves are already engaged in fierce fighting with the Muggle forces.
Greiber roared as he drove his steel chariot like a meat grinder through the enemy lines, turning the soldiers, who were only wearing chemical protective suits, into dust in a single encounter.
"Surround them! Tear those metal shells open! Inside are delicious fresh meat!"
He shouted, and the werewolves, no longer having to face the tough magical nut to crack, charged towards the Soviet steel torrent, along with the bloodthirsty and frenzied Muggle werewolves who had already completed their first transformation.
Ordinary soldiers are no match for them. Even if they take drugs and are no longer afraid, bullets hitting these werewolves can only slow them down a little, and they will eventually heal on their own.
When werewolves pounce on a group of humans, it's a feast!
Of course, they also focused on tanks and powered armor.
The cumbersome vehicle was surrounded by werewolves. The sharp artillery fire was too slow to reload, and the machine guns could only deal with werewolves from one direction.
When these hungry hounds leaped onto the roof of the vehicle and forcefully pried open the hatch, the soldiers inside the tank had no chance of escape.
"As easy as opening a can!" Grayburgh shouted, transforming into a gigantic wolf-like beast. He jumped off the vehicle and ran wildly across the battlefield. Not to mention bullets from pneumatic rifles, even tank fire could only send him flying.
He headbutted a tank, then leaped and tackled a powered armored vehicle, tearing through the steel armor with his sharp claws, snatching the soldier inside, and biting off half of his body.
"Enjoy the feast, my offspring! Devour them all!"
Compared to wizards who hide in barriers and bombard them with magic, werewolves prefer to face these Muggles.
Although gunpowder and bullets hurt, once they charged in, they could enjoy delicious flesh and blood. Moreover, these regular troops were in excellent physical condition, and to Graybury, they were all high-quality recruits for the future. Just one bite!
But the fact that the Soviet army dared to enter the fray at this time, dared to face the ruthless Wolf King Army, and dared to declare that they would exterminate everything here, clearly showed that they were not without the ability to fight back. They had the dual advantage of manpower and firepower.
Under the influence of fanatical brainwashing and drugs, the soldiers fought fearlessly, annihilating one werewolf after another with a dense barrage of fire.
The silent tanks rumbled forward, and in addition to the dozens that had just appeared, new reinforcements continued to arrive from the rear.
A heavy roar echoed across the battlefield, and bursts of explosions bloomed like beautiful flowers.
The loudspeakers blared Soviet military songs. The tank that had just carried the political commissar seemed to have been emptied and eaten, but no soldier cared. They knew a new political commissar would take its place. As long as the battle song continued to play, they only needed to keep charging! Fire!
The soldier piloting the power armor stomped a werewolf flat with one foot, and the fierce bolter gun and chainsaw sword clashed like sharp blades, turning the charging monsters into pieces one by one.
Unfortunately, there were just too many werewolves rushing at him. He didn't last long before he was overwhelmed by the layers upon layers of beasts. He was knocked down and dragged out to be devoured.
Generally speaking, such a horrific scene doesn't need to be repeated many times before the morale of human soldiers collapses. They will cry out for their mothers, run around in a panic, and cause even larger-scale chaos.
Greyback used this tactic to destroy countless Muggle settlements.
But this time it didn't work. These soldiers seemed fearless. Even as they were being devoured, they continued to laugh and shout. Their pupils were dilated, and drool was dripping from their mouths. They looked as if they had entered some kind of overly excited climax.
Although the werewolves' attacks appeared fierce and bloody, the overall situation on the battlefield was actually tilted in favor of the Soviet forces.
Under their relentless advance, combined with infantry-tank coordination and saturated firepower, aided by the elves' esoteric technological advancements and the coordinated support of well-organized modern troops, the werewolves were able to put up a fierce fight. However, their reliance on physical resistance to heat weapons ultimately proved somewhat laughable.
With their numbers in the thousands, they were enough for the Muggles to fight for a while, but it was clear that the ultimate victor would be the Soviet army.
As for Hogwarts, Hagrid's spiders and magical creatures retreated back into the barrier, and James and Lily also returned.
Aside from exchanging cannon fire with the Muggle artillery positions, the castle did not immediately participate in the fighting.
Hermione watched coldly from the tower. With the powerful barrier and the power supplied by the Radiant Stone core, even if there were twice as many cannonballs, it would be impossible to destroy the castle's defenses in a short time. This war has become too unpredictable, and the entire Black Lake area is in complete chaos.
We need to think carefully about how to fight next and who to fight.
To the west, the wizards who were originally engaged in battle were also taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Muggle army. They simultaneously slowed down their spells and exchanged glances with their comrades.
Should we continue fighting, or turn around and fight Muggles?
Should we team up with these disgusting black/white wizards?
The centaurs had charged into the center of the battlefield, but now they were ignored and became invisible. Their numbers were small, and they were relatively safe as they moved between the artillery fire and the forest. However, they were still firing arrows from the shadows, and neither werewolves nor Muggle soldiers could escape their pinpoint kills.
Meanwhile, in the Black Lake, the fierce artillery fire startled the giant squid. It retreated back into the water, observed for a moment, and then gestured the length of its tentacles. Realizing it couldn't reach the cannons on the high ground, it had no choice but to give up and retreat underwater, seemingly waiting for the situation to become clearer.
High in the sky, Dumbledore and Voldemort also stopped fighting. The two floated among the clouds, looking down at the Muggle troops that had suddenly appeared.
"Should we continue fighting?" Voldemort the Wolf glared fiercely at his mentor.
"Wizard infighting is our own business, but if these lowly Mudbloods try to interfere, they're asking for trouble!" His pale face was full of contempt.
"Let's join forces, old man, but only this once."
If the two great wizards put aside their differences and joined forces, along with the power of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, and with Greyback's werewolf army on the front lines, annihilating this Muggle army would be a piece of cake!
Dumbledore, meanwhile, fell into deep thought: should he break the cursed oath?
Trapping Tom once is not easy; the guy is very slippery. Now that he's been let go, if he turns around and attacks the castle's barrier, Dumbledore isn't confident he can trap him again using the same method.