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Chapter 332 1942 Stalingrad 【Subscription】

Amber doesn't know that his identity has been exposed in public by his teacher.

He is now carrying Lilith, like a mouse running around. Hastily shuttled through the endless artillery fire.

"Damn, what the hell is this place?

During the run, Amber suddenly felt a burst of tension in his heart, as if he was about to die in the next second.

He stopped abruptly and pulled Lilith to the ground.

At the same time, a spinning bullet whizzed past his head, hitting the cement floor next to him, splashing countless stone chips.

"tmd, goddamn Voldemort, chose a battlefield!"

After escaping from the dead, Amber quickly pulled Lilith to find a bunker, and then stroked his chest and gasped heavily.

Amber, who has always been facing the outside world with the attitude of a noble boy, broke out the foul language in a frantic manner.

No matter who, suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield when they just landed, and fled in a hurry in the rain of countless bullets, it would be the same reaction.

"Brother...Brother, I...I can't run anymore.

Lilith's face was pale at this time, and she couldn't even exert any strength while lying on the ground.

Lilith was a little less fortunate than Amber.

When it just landed, a bullet roared and penetrated Lilith's shoulder in an instant.

Although Amber healed the wound with magic in time, Lilith drank the healing potion.

But after all, she was seriously injured, and after running for such a long time, Lilith was at the end of her power.

"This……"

Looking at Lilith's pale face, Amber couldn't help being in a dilemma.

No matter what, they must escape from this battlefield now and make plans.

Otherwise, it will be on a battlefield where you don't know where it is at all. Any stray bullet would instantly kill them again.

Unlike the bullet casing, the Sponge Robes on Amber and Lilith were completely unable to stop the power of the bullets.

And some powerful defensive spells obviously cannot be used in the center of the battlefield.

This is the visual focus of the two parties. Anything that is inconsistent with common sense will attract strong attention from both parties.

Just like Amber, once on the battlefield, he blatantly used Sally's Mirror.

Then when that colorful hexagonal prism surface appeared, it was the time when both sides poured firepower on him.

The Mirror of Charlier may be able to block the power of bullets, but it definitely cannot block large-caliber shells.

So what Amber can do now is to set a thin layer of silver shield spell under the clothes to resist some shrapnel and ricochet.

But this is not a long-term solution.

Seeing Lilith gasping for breath, the wound on her shoulder that had just healed burst once again, oozing dark red blood.

Amber gritted his teeth, turned to Lilith and said:

"Get ready, I'll take you away"

"What... what?"

Lilith was taken aback.

But when he hadn't raised an objection, the surroundings instantly became pitch black.

The sky where the smoke of gunpowder roamed was now shrouded in boundless thunderclouds.

While Amber turned, suddenly transformed into a pure white thunderbird, grabbed Lilith and threw it on his back, then spread his wings and roared up, flying into the clouds.

"Then... what is that?"

The soldiers around were stunned when they saw the big white bird that rushed into the clouds in a flash.

They never thought that such a monster would rush out of the dilapidated house.

"Is that an eagle?"

"Idiot, have you ever seen an eagle that big?"

"Then... what is that?"9

"How do I know? Hurry up! The Third Reich chops are up! 55

Amber's figure caused a commotion, but in this life-and-death battlefield, this episode was instantly overshadowed by the arrival of the enemy.

After a while, as the tug of war went on, all the soldiers who had seen this scene before became a corpse on the ground.

As for those in the distance, who only vaguely saw a shadow, and in the face of death that almost touched the tip of their noses, they subconsciously forgot the spectacle.

On the battlefield, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and flesh and blood were all over the place.

And the other side. Amber's white wings were dripping with bluish blood. She tried her best to support Lilith and came to a nearby mountain.

After throwing Lilith on the nearby hillside, Amber turned around again and returned to her human form.

At this time, his entire left shoulder was soaked with blood.

But Amber didn't care about the small injury. He drew his wand and pointed at his left shoulder, his lips moving silently.

After a while, the wound had healed.

"Damn, I'm afraid this is not World War II?

Sitting down next to Lilith, Amber took the water bottle and took a gulp.

Amber still has lingering fears when he thinks of the bear fighter jet that passed by him just now.

The first time the pilot saw himself, he couldn't help but press the fire button.

The large-caliber airborne machine gun bullets grazed his shoulders.

If it wasn't for Lilith's timely casting of magic to shoot down that fighter plane, I'm afraid Amber would have already become a target in mid-air.

|| That's why I said, what does the wizarding world use to fight Muggles?

I remembered my helplessness on the battlefield before. Amber couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although he is not the top combat power in the magic world, he can be regarded as one of the strong.

Amber is confident that even if he encounters a platoon or even a company of Muggle troops, he can easily defeat it.

But on such a huge battlefield, the strength of the individual was suppressed to the extreme.

What's more, this is only a few decades ago war.

There were no missiles on the plane, no thermal imagers, just large-caliber machine guns.

(The money is paid) In this way, Amber's A f*ck Gus form has repeatedly been in danger.

What's more, is it the military strength that has grown by leaps and bounds after the new millennium?

Thinking of this, Amber couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

Your own task is a long way to go.

"Is it better? Brother?"

aside. Lilith limped over with a few pieces of bread in her hand.

"Where did you get the bread?"

"There is a small village over there, I exchanged some gold coins for a few.

A few gold coins for a few breads, prodigal son.

Amber's mouth twitched slightly, but he still took the bread without saying a word.

At times like this, it's good to have something to eat.

While chewing on the hard and dry bread, Amber asked inarticulately:

"Did you find out? When is this?"

Speaking of this, Lilith's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"1942, Stalingrad"