Chapter 2534

Disasters and wars always give birth to something. Maybe it's panic, maybe it's unwilling, maybe it's pessimism, maybe it's desire.

After all, when death hovers around and no one knows whether there is tomorrow, what we can see with our eyes is the current situation, and what we can touch with our hands is only the people around us.

Therefore, under the accumulated pressure, in the gap of crazy busy leisure, we may need to vent, or... Even if we just want to leave something for the future that may no longer have our own existence.

In short, one morning when the sun came in from the east window, Furong suddenly found that she might be pregnant.

She didn't tell bill because the situation in the second battlefield had become more and more worrying recently - she watched his face grow dignified day by day, and she couldn't let him add another worry, even if it might be a good thing.

However, it turned out that even without her "accident", the troubles belonging to bill and Granger camp would still come uninvited——

"Bill, a large fleet suddenly appeared at sea. The flagship is a magic ship! They are coming to us from the East. It seems that they are going to dock at the dock controlled by our camp."

"Fleet? Is there a flag? What's the origin?"

"It's a crossed wand and twelve star ring, the flag of the new coalition Army established by the International Federation of wizards! It's just... There are too many ships, but we haven't received any news in advance. It's abnormal!"

The conversation was vaguely brought from the entrance of the central camp to the tent of the medical supplies storage point, near Furong's ear, along the early morning sea breeze.

As the wizard who went to Bill's to report said, this discovery is very abnormal. You know, since this time, the international wizard Federation led by Maxim has always been the largest rear support of Granger camp. Many information obtained from the camp will be sent to maxim, and a large part of Bill's information is also obtained directly from the command post of the Federation.

But this time, Bill didn't get any news about the action of the large fleet integrated by the coalition forces. He didn't know until the camp wizard on the lighthouse outside the wharf saw it with his own eyes.

Not to mention he didn't even know that the movement of Maxim's fleet was completely open to the outside world from the beginning, that is to say, in fact, only Granger camp was deliberately kept in the dark.

Why?

"No matter why, at least the emergence of this fleet makes us notice that the intelligence source of our camp is actually very narrow. If the Federation, as the main information carrier, intends to block it, we will immediately become half blind and deaf... Just like now."

As Bill said this, he put his pen down and stood up with his hands on the edge of the table.

"I'll go to meet you, and you'll immediately inform all the staff of the camp to be on alert!"

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Bill was the oldest of the Weasley brothers and sisters. Now he presides over the affairs of a whole combat camp very close to the front line, which naturally makes him more and more mature.

The busy day after day and the anxiety pressed on the bottom of my heart make it calm, and even gradually show some vicissitudes.

Every time I have a little rest in my spare time, Furong will shave him, which can at least make his mental outlook look better. As a camp leader, this is of course necessary, so Bill is also very cooperative - he knows he needs an appearance and posture that can keep his subordinates confident in himself.

"Unfortunately, he went to bed a little late last night and got up early and hurriedly. The stubble on his chin didn't have time to deal with it.

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Hibiscus, who came out of the medical tent, looked at Bill's leaving figure from a distance and saw Bill subconsciously touch his chin. She knew that Bill had the same idea in his heart.

But of course, the little thing of not shaving is a little insignificant compared with the suspense hidden on the flagship that has probably begun to dock at the moment.

Hibiscus touched her belly without hesitation. Even if she stepped up her steps and looked at Bill's back, she followed.

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The weather this morning was good. The rising sun sprinkled a slightly dazzling sparkling light on the sea. Unfortunately, soon, the large fleet belonging to the Allied forces of the Federation sailed through the waves and took most of the offshore station of the broad Cherbourg port wharf.

Such a large wharf can't dock so many ships, so in fact, only a few accompanying ships next to the flagship came into the port.

Bill, who was at the forefront of the queue at the dock, looked at the large fleet of very complex and mostly old wooden ships on the sea. While he was a little uneasy, he couldn't help wondering:

"I don't know how to scrape up such a fleet for Maxim?"

Wizards in the modern magic world have rarely used ships to sail on the sea. Even if they need it, or maybe they are only interested, most of them will only hide their identity and borrow Muggle flights to go to sea. To be honest, it's not easy to piece together such a large fleet. No wonder many forces and people were surprised when they learned about it recently.

Walking slightly, the ship headed by God finally took the lead in landing, and then the gangway was set up stably. Once it appeared, the tall figure that would inevitably attract people's attention picked up steps and went down.

"Mr. Weasley, it's really hard for you here at Granger camp. Seriously, you shouldn't have bothered to come out to meet you in person!"

Mrs. Maxim's voice was not as high as her figure, but the waves on the dock made her have to raise her volume. Perhaps because of this, her expression when she first greeted seemed to be a little deliberate.

"No, it doesn't matter, it should be." bill smiled and said in the same high voice, "president, you work no less than me, not to mention, the things that need you to make up your mind must be much more important than me!"

As he spoke, he greeted him, but only Hibiscus standing at the end of the crowd could find that Bill didn't seem to be in good shape today.

"He has touched the stubble on his chin for the third time," frowned Furong in the crowd. "Is it because he didn't sleep a little more last night?"

In fact, Furong, who had noticed just now, followed him because of worry, and now she began to consider when to help him.

"What's more," Furong suddenly looked at her again, "madam's state is also very wrong."