Chapter 2533

Just when the complexity of the second battlefield increased sharply due to the strong entry of the main force of the first battlefield of Hermione's party and the vanguard forces of the three top families in Europe, the coalition of the International Federation of wizards led by Mrs. Maxim has drifted away from this world-shaking dispute due to the sudden change in the general strategic direction.

However, in the eyes of the vast majority of ordinary modern wizard people... And even many Muggle insiders today, the every move of the international wizard Federation, which represents the core influence of the European magic community, is still the most important and mainstream concern target in Europe.

It is obvious that maxim, who is leading the army at sea, does not have the slightest idea of hiding his whereabouts - every move of the large fleet she led on this trip has even been recorded and broadcast in real time by the current wizard and Muggle joint media group, and even some have been forced to set up "the magic world" Muggle nationals of the countries of the special information department also turn on the TV to see the real picture of the magic fleet chopping waves at sea.

There is no doubt that this will have a very bad impact on the Federation.

If the Federation takes the initiative to withdraw troops from the battlefield when the second battlefield is the most dangerous, without any explanation, it will be the most fierce verbal and written criticism of countless followers. As a result, the Federation's sense of social trust, which had been accumulated because of its previous efforts to resist disasters and protect the people, was quickly consumed.

But no one stopped Maxim from doing so.

Even though almost all the management of the Federation are alarmed by the "chaos" of Maxim's life, the responsibility and pressure on the president of the Federation have become too great. There are so many elites and leaders in the European magic world at the meeting, but even when Maxim stepped forward to shoulder this responsibility for the first time, he could not produce the courage to replace it. Who dares to talk again today?

You know, speaking is responsible!

Therefore, even if Mrs. Maxim began to be "mentally abnormal" since she opened the letter at the temporary command post, the actions of the whole International Federation of wizards and the general leader of the Federation were still slowly carried out around Maxim's order.

"Madam President, the Scouts of the pioneer landing team have sent out the first batch of exploration reports on the east coast of the disaster area in Britain - according to the comprehensive information, the number of living corpses in the periphery of the former first battlefield... Is nearly 99% less than that described in the last Intelligence Report filed by our department. It can be said that at least in coastal cities and suburbs around the east coast of old Britain The figure of dangling corpses has become quite rare... "

In the command cabin of the fleet's flagship, the assistant director of intelligence of the Federation was wiping the sweat on his forehead and reporting to Mrs. maxim for his boss.

Intelligence Secretary Paul Wiggins rarely came to maxim personally to report on his work - although he remained in his post and honestly completed the affairs that should belong to him.

Maxim did not seem to mind the only silent protest that the intelligence minister sent to her while strictly abiding by her duties.

"I see." after listening to the report of the assistant minister at the table, Maxim, who was reading other affairs reports with his head down, said directly without raising his head, "continue to collect disaster intelligence. If you have any latest important discoveries, tell me immediately."

"Yes, Madam President."

The assistant immediately wiped the sweat again, nodded hurriedly, and immediately followed him, pleaded guilty and ran away from the surprisingly dull command cabin.

A moment later, another wizard hurried to Maxim's desk and said:

"President, the Dover Strait has arrived. Ramsgate is the last reconnaissance landing point on the east coast set by President. Lord Cameron and his ships have left the team as planned."

"Very good."

Maxim calmly signed his name on a document, then looked at each other and nodded slightly. Only when he found that the other party didn't mean to retreat, but didn't continue to speak, he frowned a little and said:

"What's the matter? Anything else?"

To tell the truth, when Mrs. Maxim talks to people with a serious face, she gives people considerable pressure. After all, she is still a real giant hybrid.

Fortunately, it has been a long time since she became the president of the Federation. These wizards who need frequent face-to-face contact with her in their daily work are somewhat used to it. At the moment, the reason why the wizard standing under her eyes wanted to stop talking was that there was pressure behind what he wanted to say, not the oppression brought by Maxim himself.

After another hesitation, he seemed to admit his fate and sighed:

"Sorry, president! I want to ask you, President... What's your plan next?"

Before leaving the temporary command post, Maxim had added some new plans to the announcement of a major change in the strategic direction at that time. Today, the large fleet can sail at sea, which is an interpretation of the content of the plan.

But the plan she gave at that time was incomplete - in fact, just now, when a series of investigation arrangements were finally implemented, the first part of the plan announced by Maxim had come to an end.

As for the president who seems to have been abnormal, no one knows whether he has been prepared for the follow-up plan.

Who wouldn't worry about this?

So in fact, the wizard who came to report was a representative who was secretly gathered together by the management of the Federation and pushed out by drawing lots.

Obviously, the unfortunate man was chosen.

However, Maxim seemed to have noticed that he was the representative of some people elected. After thinking about it, he soon raised his right hand with a feather pen and gently waved it:

"I originally wanted to announce it after dinner time tonight, so that you can fill your belly well before the pressure again weighs on your head. But now it seems that you don't have much appetite to eat until you figure out what to do next - let me tell you! Our next trip is... Granger camp on the South Bank of the English Channel."