In Linjiang Square, endless colossal sounds shook all directions.
After slaughtering all the ambushing forces in the slaughterhouse, the City Defense Soldiers were ordered to withdraw to the outskirts.
Meng Lu leaned against the remains of a nearby wall in the street, his body drenched in blood, already drained of strength.
Clutching the wound in his abdomen pierced by a long spear, his complexion shifted unpredictably.
The Outer South Government Office had already dispatched personnel to suppress and calm the residents of the streets and alleys.
Every household lit Willow Branch Night Lamps to ward off evil and pray for blessings.
General Flag Envoy Han Zheng and the Outer South Government Office's Xu Qing rode in together, followed by nearly a hundred cavalrymen.
Of these, more than thirty were from the Outer South Bureau.
Seventy others were elite troops from the Outer South Government Office.
"Spread out!"
