Kassandra Bauer and the Deathly Hallows. (Book 7)

Chapter 27: The Home of the Lovegoods.

The Solway Firth. (3rd Person P.O.V)

"YOU ARE FAILING!" Voldemort roared at the Death Eaters from Malfoy Manor, while a detachment of Southeast Asian Coalition forces were inspecting the damage over the Solway Firth. Under the command of Xin Manh. Things were going from bad to worse for him. Another defeat for his Empire, and another victory for the Rebels. "I'm supposed to have the stronger, the pureblood Wizards. The Greatest Sorcerers in the world!" He then turned to the Rebels. "How are you losing this war to a rag tag army of Rebels?!" 

"Bạn đang thua trong cuộc chiến thì đúng hơn." (You're losing the war is more like it.) Xin commented in Vietnamese.

"What did you say, Commander?" Voldemort asked.

"It's nothing." Manh answered as he looked at the frozen dead body of Letta Vos who was fished out of the water. The body was entirely blue. But one of the Coalition tried to pick her up, and all that did was chip off a toe from the dead body. "But it would seem that this isn't a rag army of Rebels. They are organized, they are grown, and they are everywhere."  

"How many managed to survive?" Voldemort asked ignoring that last comment.

"None. It was a total defeat for us." Manh answered. 

"That pathetic bitch, Letta Vos. I knew there was something wrong with her. She had gotten soft ever since she had those children. She should've groomed her son, Ryan Tyler to stab Harry in the back. But no. She showed weakness." Voldemort sneered. 

"Lord Voldemort. It's time to face facts." Manh declared. "Your strategy doesn't work. We waste all of our time and energy chasing Harry Potter when we should be focusing more on the Rebels. If we diverted our resources to the Rebels. Then maybe Harry Potter could be hunted down more easily. And then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation." 

Voldemort was steamed. How dare that Vietnamese tell him what his strategy should be. "Who even was he anyway?" He thought. Xin Manh was the man who rallied the Coalition together. And conquered India. "Don't tell me what to do, Manh! I am your Emperor! Now hunt down Harry Potter! No matter what it takes! This never would've happened if he was brought to me directly!" And he disabled the connection as a result.

Manh growled. He turned to Tram, his second who was standing there behind Manh. "Commander?" He asked.

"My Emperor." Manh hissed. "He has the nerve to say that he is my Emperor. A foreigner. Can you believe that Tram?"  

Tram looked uneasy. "Well, his influence led us to rule the Coalition. Free of the Western Influence." He pointed.

Manh looked at Tram. "We may be allies, but that does not make him my Emperor. The Coalition doesn't bow to the power of the West." He replied. He also noticed that Tram had something on his mind. It was written all over his face. "What?" 

"There is an irony to this all." Tram said. "When we were younger, we were fighting to defend our homeland against the West. A Foreign Army that wished to spread their influence to our lands. And now we are here. A Foreign Army that wishes to spread our influence to their lands. And the Rebels are fighting to defend their homeland." 

Manh nodded. "I know. And the longer we are here. The more resources we waste from our homeland. And right after we've conquered India." 

Tram had another thought on his mind. "Commander. Why are we... why are we even here? Why don't we just leave?" He asked. "I know it's not my place, but-"

Manh sighed. "We are allies against the same enemy." He answered. "We are here to pay back the debt of power that we owe Lord Voldemort. At least, that is what I tell myself over and over. But I'm not sure I believe it." He started walking past the rows of men who saluted their commander. Tram following him. "Perhaps it's my desire to strike back at the West for all the suffering they have caused our people. My need for revenge. And when I first arrived, Captain Tram, I thought it would be easy. We would have the strongest army on the European Theater. We took out the Ministry of Magic very easily. And then the Bauers would rally their forces against us. We always expected some form of resistance. Our war against India proved that. But instead, Voldemort is wasting his time chasing Harry Potter who would be on the run. And he's surrounding by fucking Yes People who agree with every decision he makes. And he has the fucking audacity to tell us that we are failing?! None of these people know war! We do!" And he started to calm down a bit.