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The 'young man' in front of him had wrinkles on his face that only appeared in middle-aged people, and his skin was rough and chapped.

"How did you do it?"

Hardy couldn't help but asked curiously.

He's nineteen years old, and he's still a nobleman, how could he be like this?

Varian sighed, as if the weight of the world was all in his breath.

"More than a year ago, I just came of age, and I was quite handsome at that time." Varian looked at the north, looked at the snow in the distance, and said in a faint voice: "But the demons are coming. Although we have been prepared, Immediately raise an army to fight the enemy."

Paul Varian sighed and said: "The other lords joined us and formed a broad northern front. But the demons are really too powerful, and their fighting power is terrifying. Although we have more people, Generally speaking, the casualties are much higher than them."

As Paul spoke, waves of cold air came out of his mouth.

This nineteen-year-old middle-aged man had no sparkle in his eyes.

More like the kind of middle-aged social animal who has no expectations for the world, but still struggles habitually.

"I was on the front line, watching my familiar friends die one by one, and watching my comrades become food for the demons." Paul's form was a bit stooped, and every chapter in his voice was condensed with deep exhaustion: "My relatives also died one by one, and then I, a coward, was left alive. I couldn't sleep every day, and my hair fell out in handfuls. After losing it for more than half a year, I became bald."

Hardy listened silently.

He could vaguely understand the other person's pain.

Although he is very strong now, in his previous life, he was also a weak worker.

The pain of having little power and being unable to change one's destiny through hard work is indeed like a thousand ants eating the heart, corroding one's nerves and consciousness.

At this time, Paul suddenly said: "Now that Mr. Hardy is here, the pressure on our right wing has been greatly reduced. The front line is almost defeated. Please take a short rest before rushing to the front line."

"This is natural." Hardy nodded, and then said to Abner next to him: "You lead the undead army to the front line first."

Abner nodded, gathered his team at the roadside, and moved forward faster.

Players are all professionals and have relatively strong adaptability. After all, they are all professionals and have relatively high resistance to cold inflammation.

In addition, he has enough physical strength to quickly jump into battle after a long journey.

But ordinary soldiers don't have this ability.

But ordinary soldiers are also the main force on the battlefield.

After all, they have a large number and can play a role in stabilizing the front.

Paul was slightly surprised when he saw Hardy sending a large army directly to the front line.

He thought Hardy would shirk and try to delay.

After all, this was the case for the armies from other countries that came before.

It cannot be said that they are ineffective, they indeed resisted the attacks of the demons.

But it doesn't matter how strong their fighting spirit is.

As long as the demon's attack is stronger, they will subconsciously retreat.

This was the first time he had seen someone like Hardy directly sending elite soldiers to the front line.

In this way, Paul Varian has a better sense of Hardy.

"Your Excellency Hardy, please come to my home to rest for a night. After all, you have come a long way and are very tired."

Paul knew how far it was from France to Kievan Rus and how long it took.

Even if we work hard, it will take more than twenty days.

But after they sent out an urgent request for help, France's army arrived here in less than fifty days.

It is conceivable that this army has indeed been in a state of rapid march.

Hardy originally wanted to refuse, but he needed more information, and it would be better for ordinary soldiers to rest for a while before going to the front line, so he said, "That's annoying."

"You're welcome." The two of them got on their horses, led their respective guards, and walked slowly towards the castle ahead.

Rogge took over the subsequent command operations
  The city built of pitch black stone already gave people a dull and cold feeling, but under the cover of ice and snow, it looked even more eerie and desolate.

There were many soldiers standing on the city wall, but their eyes were numb.

There was not much energy in the whole person, and he looked extremely dull.

The two were walking side by side. Hadi looked at the camps of various countries in the distance and asked: "How many people are here now and how many people are on the front line?"

"There are about [-] people here." Paul sighed: "There are less than [-] people on the front line, [-] of them are ours, and the rest are coalition forces from various countries."

Hardy subconsciously twitched his eyebrows.

Are the coalition forces so cowardly?

But it is true, they are all just to fulfill their promise to the elves and get the petals of the World Tree.

It is almost impossible to get them to fight with all their strength.

When the two of them entered the city, both sides of the city streets were covered with snowflakes.

There were almost no people on the street, and it looked very empty and lonely.

Even if I occasionally see someone, it is either an old woman or a young woman.

There are no more strong men.

Hardy's eyes flashed vaguely. He did not expect that the situation on the front line was more tragic than he expected.

This is obviously because the front line has sent almost all the men to the battlefield, and is almost finished 'beating' all the men.

Because the road was clear, the two quickly arrived at the Lord's Mansion.

As soon as I entered, I saw a deserted garden, with only an old servant sweeping the snow on the path.

When he saw Paul, he bent down and continued sweeping the floor.

Entering the main hall of the Lord's Mansion, Hardy found that it was very cold inside.

The fireplace was cold and there was no fire lit.

At this time, Paul said to the old man who looked like a butler who came over: "A distinguished guest is here. Go and raise the fireplace."

The old housekeeper said awkwardly: "Master, there is no more firewood at home."

"Then go buy it."

"There is no more firewood on the market." The old housekeeper sighed: "Because the men have gone to the front line, it is freezing and snowy outside, and there are wild animals, it is impossible for women and children to go out to collect firewood, so there is almost no firewood in the whole city. .”

Paul was extremely embarrassed.

Hardy smiled and said it didn't matter.

This is normal. If a city does not have a large number of men as a labor force, business activities will quickly cease.

Then the whole city will go into depression.

But then something even more embarrassing happened.

Paul had wanted to prepare a sumptuous dinner for Hardy.

As a result, because there was no firewood, what was served was Da Lieba and some dough.

In the frigid temperatures, they freeze into something as hard as stone.

Paul's female family members, covered with thick quilts, chewed the hard food with their teeth without any dissatisfaction and took it for granted.

Paul put his hands on his face and no longer dared to look in Hardy's direction.

And Hardy looked around, put Da Lieba into his mouth, and bit it into pieces with a click. (End of chapter)