A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"How could this happen?" Pusuppi's face showed anger. "Those damned Narniaians must have planned this all along, even dismantling the ballistae."

“My lord, you should have been prepared for this,” the general said helplessly. “Besides, I think we should first think about how to deal with those griffins.”

Pusup looked up and his face immediately darkened. "Have the archers shoot them down."

"This is outrageous! I will wipe out these damned Narniaians today!"

call!

Aaron took a deep breath and slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder. "Not bad, just a little unsatisfying."

"Then why don't you fire a few more shots?" Cornelius asked tentatively. "This gun should still have plenty of bullets left, right?"

“Three bullets left.” Aaron shrugged. “But killing is out of the question. Principles may change over time, but for now, we must stick to what we should stick to.”

As the infantry advanced in a mighty procession, Peter and Caspian, seeing that the time was right, immediately gave the order to retreat.

All the Narnias, including Chumpkins and others above the bunker, retreated back into the bunker.

"Charge! Don't let them escape! Kill them all!" Pusuppi roared.

The Tanmo soldiers immediately stormed into the bunker, but Peter and his men showed no intention of fighting. Instead, they quickly shook off the soldiers by relying on their familiarity with the bunker.

A few minutes later, a breach suddenly appeared several hundred meters behind the bunker, and Peter led all the Narnias to retreat quickly.

By this time, half of the Tanmo soldiers had entered the bunker, and the other half were also crawling inside.

As Pushupi saw the Narnias retreating, a cold smile appeared on his face. "Trying to run away? Not so easy."

Without that fortress, they're just a rabble. Order the remaining troops to pursue them and wipe them out.

"No." The general seemed to realize something, his face turning pale instantly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Withdraw from that fortress."

"What did you say?" Pusup asked, his expression turning hostile.

"There's no time to explain, sir."

That's a trap. Get our men out of the bunker immediately, or our army will suffer heavy losses.

Pusup frowned slightly. He greatly admired the general's combat awareness, but abandoning the fortress he had just captured made him somewhat conflicted.

"General, perhaps you are overthinking it?"

"My lord, I'm not joking."

We must evacuate our people now, or it will be too late.

“Alright! Alright!” Pushupi said dismissively, “Have all the soldiers evacuate the bunker.”

Chapter 443 The Peace-Loving Narniars? Searching for Aslan the Lion King

The signalmen waved black flags to give the order to retreat, and the attacking Tanmo people quickly relayed the signal and retreated out of the fortress.

"They're about to escape." Cornelius's expression was grave. If the Tanmo people withdrew from the bunker in time, their battle plan would be unlikely to achieve its intended effect.

"This is normal. Others use traps to lure the enemy while retreating, trying not to arouse the enemy's suspicion."

They lured people in and then immediately retreated, without making any attempt to cover it up. If the Tanmo people hadn't noticed anything amiss, I'd suspect they were idiots.

At that moment, a small squad of Tanmo soldiers ran up and discovered Aaron and Cornelius talking.

“What did I say before? We should leave here first,” Cornelius said. “But these people shouldn’t be a match for you!”

“Of course.” Aaron looked at the squad of soldiers charging towards them and fired two shots, killing the two closest soldiers.

He then grabbed Cornelius by the shoulder, saying, "This might not be too friendly for an older, fat man."

boom!

With a muffled thud, the two were instantly engulfed in a grayish-white vortex.

The next moment, the two figures reappeared.

Cornelius stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. He looked at the Narnias rushing out of the tunnel not far away, and a look of shock inevitably appeared on his face.

"What just happened?"

"This is a profound form of magic, and even among wizards, less than one-tenth have mastered it."

You are very lucky; you may be the only human in the world to have experienced teleportation.

Cornelius nodded blankly, but his attention was quickly drawn to the commotion ahead. "This is not the time to talk about this. Quickly inform Peter that the Tanmo army is withdrawing from the bunker."

"Stay here and don't move, or I can't guarantee your safety."

"I see."

Aaron used Apparition again, teleporting instantly to Peter's side.

Peter, Caspian, and Edmund were directing the Narnias' retreat when they saw Aaron and nearly fell off their horses in shock.

How did you get here?

“Of course it’s teleportation,” Aren said matter-of-factly. “But don’t even think about it; that’s a skill only wizards possess.”

Peter: ......

Do you think I can't see it? But I'm really envious!

"I have some bad news for you: the Tanmo people are evacuating the bunker in an orderly manner."

"what?"

"Don't get so excited. They did discover that the bunker was a trap, but they found it a little too late."

Many soldiers have already gone deep into enemy territory, and the order to retreat hasn't been received in time. Even if it were received, it would take some time to withdraw, so taking action now would barely achieve the desired effect.

“But we haven’t all evacuated yet,” Caspian said bitterly. “It will take at least another half minute.”

Aaron glanced into the passage and saw that the Narnias were lined up for dozens of meters, and there were many pursuers not far behind them.

"I'll help you one more time." Aaron sighed helplessly, half-crouching on the ground to aim.

"No!" Edmund quickly stopped him. "Our men haven't come out yet!"

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Aaron said, then pulled the trigger.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the last bullet pierced through the dense crowd in an instant, striking a clearing between them and their pursuers.

The spark flickered in the dark passage, then turned into a flame, and then into a crimson fire.

Because the dry firewood and flammable materials on the ground were doused with a layer of kerosene, the flames spread rapidly in all directions as soon as they appeared.

The Tanmo soldiers, seeing the flames rolling towards them like a tidal wave, immediately halted their pursuit.

"run!"

A soldier shouted, pulling them back from their daze.

The next moment, all the soldiers' faces were filled with panic, and they turned around and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

Their immense will to survive caused them to unleash a speed far exceeding their usual limits, almost only slightly slower than the rate at which the flames spread.

However, there were oil barrels prepared by the Narnias in many corners inside the bunker. When they encountered the flames, they became uncontrollable, and the scale of the flames changed directly from a tide to a tsunami that swallowed everything.

boom! boom! boom!

The raging flames spread rapidly in other directions.

The bunker had turned into a giant furnace, from which came heart-wrenching screams that could be heard even from a great distance.

"Where are our men?" Peter asked anxiously.

"There are no oil drums near the exit, so as long as you run fast enough, the flames won't catch up."

Upon hearing this, Peter and his two companions exchanged bewildered glances.

That's true, but the screams of the Tanmo soldiers were terrifying to hear.

Fortunately, the Narnias were much faster than the Tanmor soldiers, and the remaining men were all evacuated in less than half a minute, with no casualties except for looking somewhat disheveled.

On the other side, Pusup's face was instantly covered with frost.

He understood what the trap in the bunker was, but even seeing the thick black smoke rising made him involuntarily swallow hard.

Weren't the Narnias supposed to be peace-loving? But what did he see now? A horrific massacre, even the devil would have to give him an award.

He did not issue any further orders to retreat, because there was no need.

The soldiers who managed to escape ran faster than anyone else, while the fate of those who didn't escape was self-evident.

"Your Excellency?" the general asked cautiously.

“I’m fine. I should have listened to you and let our soldiers withdraw in time,” Pusuppi said coldly. “How much damage did we suffer?”

The general hesitated, wanting to avoid the topic.

"Your Excellency, I suggest..."

“I’m asking you to tell me about our losses.”

"Yes." The general hesitated for a moment before saying, "The cavalry suffered heavy losses. They were almost wiped out, and less than 50 are still able to fight."

As for the infantry... at least a third of them died, and those who survived from the bunkers suffered burns of varying degrees and are unlikely to be able to participate in combat for some time.

"So, from the beginning until now, the Narnias have suffered less than one-tenth of their losses, while we have already lost half of our forces?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," the general nodded. "Our advantage in this war is no longer so obvious. We need to rest for a while to restore the fighting capacity of our troops."

Therefore, I suggest we withdraw our troops.

"Withdraw the troops?" Pusuppi sneered. "Absolutely not."

The general's expression changed slightly. "Your Excellency, we have already suffered more than half of our losses."

Morale is low now; continuing the fight will result in losses far exceeding expectations, leading to a lose-lose situation, and even a victory would be a Pyrrhic one.

"War always results in death, General," Pushupi roared. "All the Narnias are gathered on the other side now. Once this opportunity to annihilate them in one battle is lost, it will never come again."

I am heartbroken that our army has suffered more than half its losses, but even with half the strength, we still outnumber the Narnias.

If we retreat now, it will be a crushing defeat, and all those soldiers who died will have died in vain.

"But..."