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Hardy's intuition was very accurate. The enemy did launch a sneak attack late at night.

More than twenty elite assassins.

Although it doesn't sound very strong, in fact, this lineup is already very powerful.

Humans are not elves, their lifespans are not that long, and their average physical fitness is not that good, so it is impossible for everyone to be a professional.

If someone else was here, they might be in trouble.

However, in EPR's spiritual application system, there are techniques specifically designed for assassins, which can use mental power to directly sense nearby sources of magic and mental power.

Therefore...when Hardy is in this state, assassins whose strength is not at the legendary level have no secrets in front of him.

Unless you use dimensional walking.

But that kind of special spatial skill is not something an assassin can master.

These assassins all have ground-based shadow magic, which can be used to climb walls...very suitable for sneak attacks.

But unfortunately, Hardy instantly cast a magic spell of "Appearing Dust" towards the sky, directly pulling these people out of the shadow state.

At this time, there were soldiers patrolling on the city wall.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled them.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack."

Angry shouts rang out.

Hardy didn't even need to do anything. The assassin, who was not very good at frontal combat, was in a panic after being suddenly pulled out of the 'shadow' state.

They were then surrounded and divided by the soldiers on the city wall, and were stabbed to death with spears.

Unless a professional is strong enough, at least mid-master level or above, he will not be able to resist much when facing well-trained soldiers operating in formation.

Soon, a sleepy-eyed priest came over and "baptized" the twenty or so corpses to ensure that they would not be "resurrected" into undead creatures by necromancy.

After this wave of attacks, the Netherlands did not send any more people over that night.

The next morning, after both sides had breakfast, the Dutch army launched another attack.

The battle lasted from morning till evening.

After leaving behind nearly two thousand bodies, the enemy once again retreated in an orderly manner.

Hardy shook the Green Scale Sword in his hand, and the solidified blood from the scales could not stain the sword, and directly turned into pieces of blood and flew 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 looked much more miserable, his whole body was soaked in blood and his face was covered with blood stains.

He wiped his face and said, "Sir Hadi, the enemy is indeed forcing the city as you expected."

"It's expected. If it were me, I would do the same."

"But with Lord Hardy here, they will have to pay a huge price to break through this fortress." There was admiration in Levi's eyes.

Not only him, but all the soldiers on the city wall looked at Hardy in the same way.

Hardy's fighting power is too strong. With a long sword in one hand and magic in the other, he can chop people like cutting melons, and whoever he points at with the magic will die.

Of the more than 2,000 enemy bodies, Hardy alone contributed nearly 300, which was a great boost to the soldiers.

If it weren't for Hardy, the city wall defense would have collapsed long ago.

Hardy looked at the Dutch camp in the distance and sighed deeply: "If we can repel another wave of enemy attacks tomorrow, we will have to retreat."

"Why?" Levi was puzzled: "Our casualties are not heavy!"

Hadi shook his head: "But our soldiers are already very tired, and the psychological pressure is almost at its maximum. We will fight another battle tomorrow, and then retreat, giving up a certain amount of territory, and taking enough space and time. Let the soldiers have a good rest for a day or two, so that they can continue to fight, otherwise they will collapse."

Although the soldiers of the Bar Lev Fortress were able to hold out 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.

The enemy casualties in a battle now are greater than those in a single siege in the previous two months.

In the past, the battles would only last half a day at most, but now they last from morning to night.

You can imagine how intense the battle between the two sides was.

Levi looked at the soldiers around him and nodded helplessly.

"Mr. Hardy, you should go and rest tonight. I'll take my turn." Levi suggested. Hardy waved his hand: "No, I can stay energetic for a few days without resting. I just need to take a nap occasionally."

"But……"

"Go and have a rest." Hardy turned around and advised, "I give orders as the Marquis, and you must obey."

"Okay." Levi smiled gratefully.

In fact, he was really 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 as Hardy, nor does he have such good physical strength.

After Levi left, Hardy found an old stool and sat on the city wall.

He once again opened up his mental power to scout the surrounding situation.

Perhaps because more than twenty assassins were killed last night and returned empty-handed, the Dutch army did not send anyone for an overnight attack tonight.

The next morning, while Hardy was still eating breakfast, the enemy had already launched an attack.

The bells echoed in the fortress, and the soldiers rushed out of the barracks, holding their breakfast in their hands, looking very hurried.

Levi did the same. He ran up with a sword and shield in his arms and a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Are the Dutch crazy? They didn't even have time to eat and just came to attack us!"

"They may have eaten it." Hardy sighed.

"How is that possible? I didn't see any smoke coming from their camp."

"Maybe they were eating dry food."

Levi hammered the wall heavily and asked in a hateful voice, "These bastards are deliberately creating a time difference."

They have tried their best to prepare breakfast.

But this takes time.

It was only a short while after dawn and breakfast was only prepared for less than half of the people.

That is to say, more than half of the soldiers cannot have breakfast.

"This is a bit troublesome." Levi swallowed the white bread in a few bites.

Hadi said: "Let those who have eaten breakfast defend the city wall, and those who haven't eaten breakfast, go and have breakfast."

“But we may not be able to hold on like this.”

Hardy smiled and said, "Maybe I can hold it. I'll just try my best."

Li Wei thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After a while, a group of soldiers came down from the city wall.

At this time, the enemy's ladders were also set up on the city wall.

It was another battle that lasted from morning to evening.

The enemy once again left behind more than 2,000 bodies and retreated in an orderly manner.

On France's side, a large number of casualties also began to occur.

"Thirty-six dead, seventy-two seriously injured, and one hundred and thirty-three slightly injured!" Levi reported the casualty figures with an unpleasant look on his face: "Although you are here, Sir Hadi, our physical strength has indeed been greatly affected."

Hadi looked at the state of the soldiers around him and said, "Let's evacuate before it gets completely dark and the enemy retreats."

Levi was about to agree, but at this moment both of them were attracted by the sudden situation.

They looked outside the city wall.

A group of people appeared in the Dutch military camp, and then arranged the dead Dutch soldiers into the shape of a hexagram in front of the camp.

"What are they doing!" Levi asked with a frown.

Hadi snorted, "Sacrifice to the evil god."

Although he had found a way to have the priests purify the corpses, they could only purify the corpses of both our enemies and our own side that died on the city walls.

The bodies 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 Gustave!
"I'll stop him!"

Hadi jumped down from the city wall. (End of this chapter)