"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
On the ground, several Crups whose forked tails had not been removed had been leashed, pulled along by Aurors from the Magical Kingdom—for a more precise search, these Aurors had not summoned the Hell Hounds they usually preferred, instead choosing Crups with sharper noses to search the ground for bases built by the United States and the traps they had laid.
As with the Floating Ships, several Werewolves were scattered among the people behind them to ensure nothing slipped through the net. The sound of footsteps treading over dead wood and fallen leaves in the forest, mixed with barking, made the atmosphere of war even more urgent.
"How are we supposed to attack this? Just making sure we don't get discovered is hard enough..." the young, burly United States Auror hiding beside Ian complained in a low voice. "From the way things look now, it's getting harder and harder to strike at them."
"The United Kingdom has pulled its troops together, using this kind of carpet-search method without caring about time or cost, advancing bit by bit..." Ian watched the movement outside through his binoculars with even greater vigilance. "That really does make it hard for us to find another opportunity, like when the war first started, to successfully locate the big ones and cause them serious damage."
"There's nothing we can do about those Sailing Ships of the Line, and it looks hard to find a chance to hit the Giant Squid medium Floating Ships too, but blowing up some of those outermost Nautiluses shouldn't be difficult." The burly Auror touched his pouch and suggested in a rough voice, "Give the order, Stanley?"
"Blowing those up is meaningless. It'll only get us killed... Besides, we have to start conserving Alchemy Bombs. You know the problems the