The dozen or so spears that pierced in, as if they had encountered high-temperature rubber, all became soft and slump.

"Dead?"

"I didn't hear Cao's screams."

...

The chaotic roars of assassins came from outside.

Cao Yi continued to use the method of turning decay into magic, and more than a dozen spears hit the assassin.

For a moment, many screams and falls sounded.

Suddenly, a depressing and low sound of drums and horns sounded.

Following the crowds of dense and neat footsteps, there are as many as thousands.

Reinforcements arrived!

"wind"

"wind"

...

Cao Yi, who heard the familiar voice, pulled off the broken curtain and saw the familiar scene.

Rows of infantry dressed in red and black armor, holding spears, led by the captain holding a long sword, pressed over from the end of the long street like a bronze wall.

Seeing that things were not done, the remaining assassins fled in the opposite direction.

But after less than three hundred steps, he was blocked by rows of infantrymen dressed in red and black armored and holding spears.

Iron-headed spears, eight feet long, pierced from two directions, dozens of assassins fell down, and blood stained the ground red.

At the same time, assassins were constantly stabbed down by soldiers who had already rushed to the roof on both sides of the street.
Chapter completed!