Hardy's intuition was very accurate. In the middle of the night, the enemy did come for a sneak attack.
More than twenty elite level assassins.
Although it doesn't sound very strong, in fact, this lineup is already very powerful.
Humans are not elves, their lifespan is not that long, and their average physical fitness is not that good. It is impossible for everyone to be a professional.
If other people were here, they might be in trouble.
However, E.P.R's mental application system has techniques specifically for assassins, which can use mental power to directly sense nearby magic and mental power sources.
Therefore...when Hardy is in this state, assassins whose strength is less than the legendary level have no secrets in front of him.
Unless you use different-dimensional walking.
But that special spatial skill is not something that assassins can master.
These assassins can use the shadow technique to stick to the ground, which can be used to climb walls... very suitable for sneak attacks.
But unfortunately, Hardy instantly cast a 'Apparition Dust' magic at the sky, directly forcefully pulling these people out of the shadow state.
At this time, there are soldiers patrolling the city wall.
The sudden appearance of a figure startled them.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack."
An angry cry sounded.
Without Hardy taking action, the assassin, who was not very good at frontal combat, was in a state of panic after being suddenly pulled out of the 'shadow' state.
He was then surrounded and divided by the soldiers on the city wall, and stabbed to death with spears.
Professionals who are not strong enough, at least at mid-master level or above, do not have much ability to resist when faced with well-trained soldiers who move in formation.
Soon a sleepy-eyed priest came over and 'baptized' these twenty corpses to ensure that they would not be 'resurrected' into undead creatures by necromancy.
After this wave of attacks, no more people were sent from the Netherlands that night.
The next morning, after both sides had breakfast, the Dutch army launched another attack.
The war lasted from morning to evening.
After leaving nearly two thousand corpses, the enemy retreated in an orderly manner again.
Hardy shook the green scale sword in his hand, and the solidified scale blood was unable to stain the sword body, and turned directly into pieces of blood, flying everywhere.
Hardy then sheathed his sword.
He thought this sword was quite useful.
At least it fits his fighting style in human form.
At this time, Levi walked over from the side.
Compared with Hardy, he was much more embarrassed, his whole body was stained with blood, and his face was covered with blood stains.
He wiped his face and said: "Sir Hardy, the enemy is indeed attacking the city by force as you expected."
"It's expected. If it were me, I would do the same."
"But with Mr. Hardy here, they have to pay a heavy price to break through this fortress." Levi's eyes held a hint of joy. Shining with adoration.
Not only him, but all the soldiers on the city wall looked at Hadi like this.
Hardy's fighting ability is too strong. With a long sword in one hand and magic in the other, he can cut people like cutting melons. The magic means anyone will die.
The enemy had more than two thousand corpses, and Hardy alone contributed nearly three hundred, which can be said to have greatly improved the soldiers.
If Hadi hadn't been there, the city wall defenses would have collapsed long ago.
Hardy looked at the Dutch camp in the distance and sighed longly: "If we repel another wave of enemy attacks tomorrow, we will have to retreat."
" Why?" Li Wei was a little confused: "Our casualties are not large!"
Hardy shook his head: "But our soldiers are very tired. The management pressure has almost reached its maximum. We will fight again tomorrow, then retreat, give up a certain amount of territory, and allow the soldiers to take a good rest for a day or two before they can continue to fight, otherwise they will collapse. "
Although the soldiers of Barlev Fortress could last for more than two months under the enemy's offensive.
But that was a small scene, and the intensity of the enemy's daily siege was much smaller than it is now.
In a fight now, more people will die than in a single attack on the city in the previous two months.
The battle before lasted for half a day at most, but now it lasted from morning to night.
You can imagine how exaggerated the intensity of the battle between the two sides was.
Li Wei looked at the soldiers around him, and then nodded helplessly.
"Sir Hardy, you can go and rest tonight, I will take turns." Levi suggested. Hardy waved his hand: "No, I can go several days without rest and still maintain enough energy. I just need to squint for a while occasionally."
"But..."< br>
"Go and rest." Hardy turned around and persuaded: "I give orders as a marquis, and you must obey."
"Okay." Levi smiled gratefully. .
In fact, he was indeed very tired. After all, he had killed more than thirty enemies and fought from morning to evening.
It’s just that he is not as strong or physically strong as Hardy.
After Levi left, Hardy found an old stool and sat on the city wall.
He opened his mental power again to detect the surrounding situation.
Maybe because more than 20 assassins were killed last night and returned without success, the Dutch army did not send anyone to attack overnight tonight.
By the next morning, while Hardy was still eating breakfast, the enemy had already begun to attack.
The bells echoed in the fortress, and the soldiers rushed out of the barracks, holding their own breakfast in their hands, looking very hurried.
The same goes for Li Wei. He ran up with a sword and shield in his arms, and a piece of bread in his mouth.
"Are the Dutch people crazy? They didn't even eat, they were all beaten!"
"They may have eaten." Hardy sighed.
"How is it possible? I didn't see any smoke in their camp."
"Maybe they were eating dry food."
Li Wei hammered the wall heavily and asked in a hateful voice: "These bastards deliberately create a time difference."
On their side, they are already preparing breakfast as much as possible.
But this takes time.
It's not long since dawn, and breakfast is only ready for less than half of the people.
In other words, more than half of the soldiers still do not have breakfast.
“It’s a bit troublesome now.” Levi swallowed the white bread in several mouthfuls.
Hadi said: "Let those who have had breakfast defend on the city wall, and those who have not had breakfast, continue to have breakfast."
"But if we are like this, we may not be able to defend it. .”
Hardy smiled and said: "Maybe I can hold it, but at worst I will try my best."
Levi thought for a while and said: "Okay, I will listen to you."
Not much Yes, a group of soldiers descended from the city wall.
At this time, the enemy's ladder was also set up on the city wall.
It was another battle from morning to evening.
The enemy once again dropped more than two thousand corpses and retreated in an orderly manner.
On France's side, a large number of casualties also began to appear.
"Thirty-six people died, 72 were seriously injured, and 133 were slightly injured!" Li Wei reported the number of casualties, with an ugly expression on his face: "Although Mr. Hardy is here, we His physical strength has indeed been greatly affected.”
< br>Hadi looked at the status of the soldiers around him and said: "Evacuate before it gets completely dark and take advantage of the enemy's retreat."
Li Wei was about to agree, but at this time the two of them His eyes were attracted by the sudden situation.
They looked outside the city wall.
In the Dutch military camp, a group of people appeared, and then the dead Dutch soldiers were arranged in the shape of a six-pointed star in front of the military camp.
"What are they doing!" Levi asked with a frown.
Hardy snorted: "Sacrifice to the evil god."
Although he has tried to find a way for the priests to purify the corpses, they can only purify those who died on the city wall, both the enemy and ourselves. corpse.
The corpses that fell under the city wall... were all 'recovered' by the Dutch army.
Levi's eyes widened: "How dare they!"
Hardy saw a familiar figure standing in the middle of the hexagram formed by the pile of corpses.
It’s Gustav!
“I’m going to stop him!”
Hardy jumped from the wall. (End of this chapter)