"Shrink the defense line and guard every lookout building." Next, Arslan and the remaining soldiers were still resisting. The enemies in each section of the city wall could not resist, but at least they had to protect the crossbows in the lookout building. That was the key to Baptist's discussion with him on the plan.

"Go over there to block the gap, leave it to me to resist it." The Turkic man continued to shout to the Italians beside him. He needed these mercenaries from Sicily to guard the aisle with spears. On his side, Arslan could only fight with his compatriots with their long swords and short swords. The defenders of the city kept squeezing their defense line with their backs to avoid the intensification of casualties. Soon, the defenders led by Arslan were cut off into several parts to fight on their own. Most of the city wall had been occupied by the Bulgarians and Epiruses, and more and more enemies were pouring up.

When Epirus and the Bulgarian coalition's last siege towers on the walls of Thessalonika, Sir Baptist knew that the time was finally ripe.

"Let them prepare to do it." Turning around and looking at the servant behind them, they asked them to send a signal, but when the Latin man looked back, a creepy chill suddenly rose from the back spine.

The sharp short sword passed by - if Sir Baptist hadn't reacted in time, he might have been cut open. In the hall, the infiltrating assassins had surrounded him, and the slepts of Baptist in the White Tower were on the ground in the pool of blood.

At some point, a group of killers sneaked in here without knowing it! It seems that he was still careless. In order to defend Thessalonica City, the defense around him was completely relaxed, giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Standing on the high tower with no way to the sky, no way down the ground, Batiste looked at the assassins in front of him with alertness. The opponent did not succeed in one blow or was in a hurry to strike again. Instead, he locked the Latin man together and his sword that had not yet been unsheathed.

"Haha, it seems that my life has become valuable, and someone will come here to make a lot of trouble." Sir Baptist smiled self-deprecatingly as he slowly drew out his sword while peeping at the assassin. Every inch of muscles and bones on his body were ready to fight. Before being the city magistrate of Thessalonica, he was a long-standing crusader. Although he had worked hard during this period, he had not forgotten his skills.

"Don't attack hard, he can't escape anyway."

"Be careful of his sword, we attack together makes it difficult for him to take care of the beginning and the end."

The masked assassins communicated with each other in low voices under their masks. After failing to attack, they did not attack rashly. Because compared with Baptist's broadsword made of Damascus steel, the short sword in their hands that was easy to assassinate was completely at a disadvantage. Therefore, they wisely adopted the tactic of playing to their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses, maintaining the distance between them and Baptist, and at the same time tacitly surrounding Latin men. If Baptist stepped forward and attacked, they would immediately encounter attacks from several other directions.

Sir Baptist, who saw the other party's intention, sneered and protected his surroundings with a sword. He was confident that he could handle the few sluts in front of him alone, but now he had no time to spend on them. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes that the horns worn by the dead servant were still intact. The Latin man who had already made up his mind stepped forward and took a step.

"Clang—"

Almost at the same time, several assassins also moved, jumped out of the sword circle that Baptist wielded and immediately fought back. The long swords and short swords of both sides clashed with each other once and twice, but neither of them used all their strength, and they were just temptations.

"That's all your ability to send you here? You're so unhappy!" Baptiste closed his sword and prepared a sarcastic momentum, but the other side covered his face, and no matter how humiliated he spoke, he couldn't see any reaction.

The assassins made an appointment to take a step back, and in the battle just now they were also evaluating the target's martial arts. As special killers, they must be steady, accurate and ruthless. At this time, Sir Baptist swung another sword, but these agile assassins jumped back and hid outside his attack range, and the silver sword shook through the air. Obviously, the killers chose to fight. Since they could not fight head-on, they would slowly use the number of people to slowly consume the Latin man. At this time, the attention of the whole city of Thessalonika was shifting to the walls in the north. No one could have thought of a thrilling assassination above the White Tower. It was seen that these killers intended that Baptist swung his sword and attacked hard, but the opponent dodged faster. The entire hall of Baptist's office was full of places to hide and dodge. The long sword cut down the table, chairs, bookshelf, and flying scrolls and parchment were scattered all over the ground.

But for these Sir Baptist, he continued to attack fiercely, and his sword dance continued to cover the assassins. But for them, such an attack was still too slow.

It seems that this Latin man is getting impatient.

The assassins thought that as long as they were anxious, there would be flaws. The more confident killers kept retreating and blocked several attacks from time to time. Like a gorgeous dance, several assassins stumbled around the moving Sir Baptist and jumped over the broken debris on the ground, but their eyes never left the Latin sword.

Gradually, Sir Baptist's movements slowed down. It seemed that the sword dance that had been moving for a long time was still too powerful to consume physical strength. After exploring the rules of the opponent's moves, the assassins turned to defense to offense at this time. The jump just now did not have much physical burden for them. Instead, the powerful long sword made the Latin people's offense full of flaws - these assassins had no reason not to take the opportunity to take action.

Suddenly, the short sword-like stinging slammed over Sir Baptist's whole body. He was caught off guard and could only raise his hand to hold a sword block to block his vital parts. Fortunately, he had always been accustomed to wearing chain armor to protect himself. Although the gray and dirty short sword fell on his body several times, it only left some scars on the armor.

"I didn't expect that he hadn't exhausted his energy yet!"

The assassins were shocked when they saw this scene. They thought that completing the assassination mission was within reach, but the other party had just blocked their joint siege.

"Haha, that's it? I'm still counting on you to run all day, but is it just the little bit of a trippy cat skill coming up? It's rare that I just warmed up."

While sarcasticating the killer who assassinated him, the Latin man waved his long sword to block the opponent's attack. Obviously, his words angered the opponent, and the killers also changed their previous strategies and cooperated with each other's multi-faceted attacks, vowing to make Baptister disappear.

"Take it! He is just a stubborn person at the last moment of strength."

From the other party's breathing, the assassins could see that Baptist was actually very tired. Since he liked sarcastic spirit, let him say go, because he was about to shut up his mouth.

The assassins attacked at the same time, and each attack was only crucial. As long as the Latins were careless, they would die without a burial place. Now even the man who was still calm just now had to shut up and calm down to resist, blocking the attack from the left and right. The short sword stabbed from the front forced Baptist to retreat to the bookshelf behind him. This was the place where the archives of Thessalonika were preserved in history. When another assassin stabbed Baptist at Baptist, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth. He rolled in decently, avoiding the situation, but the assassin's weapons were not enough to stop. He hit the bookshelf in front of him.

But at this moment, the old bookshelf that had been affected countless times finally let out a wail and fell down with a squeak.

"Not good!" The killers who said they were not good were shocked and wanted to dodge. But you should know that the bookshelf contained files that recorded the various things of Thessalonika for decades. The huge cabinet rack directly smashed heavily and overwhelmed the two assassins who were one step slower. But this was how he gave Baptist the opportunity to counterattack. The man swung a fierce arc in his hand, and the two heads rolled down at his feet like balls.

Two killers died!

Flirting with the sword in his hand, Sir Baptist shook off the blood on it and pointed at the remaining assassins.

"Do you still have the confidence to take my head now?"

The remaining masked killers looked at each other a few times. They were all very clear about the situation below. If they could not complete the task, they would never have a good result afterwards. Instead of doing that, it would be better to continue to give it a try here.

Looking at the other party's reaction, Baptist also knew the result. At this time, he was already exhausted. If he only wanted to protect himself, he would not have been forced to this point. However, the defenders led by Arslan on the outside city wall were almost unable to hold on. He had no time to waste time with these assassins here, and suddenly opened his eyes wide open. The Latin man held a broad sword and swung his eyes on a statue on his right hand. The statue swayed for a few times.

After falling down, they fell down with a bang, and then they hit another bookshelves on the side, like a domino, all the things that were still standing in the hall fell down one after another. The assassins, who were confused by this scene, had not had time to react. When they realized the danger, it was too late. Behind them were the two marble statues that the Latin man deliberately pushed them to, and the stone statues pushed down directly crushed the remaining few assassins from behind.

Before the other party could react, Baptist, who had tried his best to fight to the death, quickly stepped forward and held the sword with both hands, held high, and used all his strength to stab him hard, pierced through his spine and penetrated the ribs. Blood splattered on the wall, and the killers stopped moving.

At the first moment of eliminating the crisis, the Latin man had no time to give himself a breath of breath. He immediately rushed to the messy ground and picked up the trumpet left on the waist of the dead servant, and whimpered.

I hope it's still time!

Baptiste prayed in his heart with all his might...

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"Woo woo woo woo woo--"

A short trumpet sound came from the white tower in the distance, and finally heard the signal. Arslan suddenly welcomed nectar like a thirsty person in the desert. He immediately ordered the soldiers guarding the tower to raise the flag and signal, and at the same time, people opened the rope that was originally locked and tied behind the crossbow.

"Quick, send the signal!"

Grasping the last hope, with the signal flag flying on the tower of Arslan, the other defenders who fought on their own were also doing the same according to the previous drills. Even in the somewhat trapped building, the soldiers used their last strength to open the mechanism of the crossbow before their death.

Almost at the same time, several viewing towers were opened with the mechanism behind them, and a thousand kilograms of rock tied with iron chains fell down. The huge force dragged the iron chain at the tail of the giant iron cone that had been shot out by the crossbows and suddenly tensed. The huge force even knocked away a group of unprepared Bulgarian soldiers. At this time, Emperor Mikhail outside the city had discovered some clues, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"Is this?!" He gasped after he reacted.

It turned out that when the siege tower approached, the crossbows fired by the defenders on the walls of Thessalonika were not randomly shooting, but rather traps made by deliberately. At this moment, Emperor Mikhail, who was standing outside, could see clearly that the iron chains that crossed each other were now entangled on both sides of the siege tower, as tight as nooses. The power of the huge rocks was undoubtedly amazing. The iron cones were firmly nailed to the ground, and the soldiers on the siege tower were the siege tower in the middle and the soldiers on it. Like a fragile neck, with a click, the tower that was twisted by the giant iron chain collapsed, accompanied by soldiers who fell from above.

The dust rose everywhere, like a mountain collapse and the ground was destroyed. The Epirus and Bulgarians who witnessed all this happened, especially the siege troops who were still fighting on the city walls. When they realized it, their retreat had been cut off.

Seizing this opportunity, Arslan shouted loudly: "The enemy's siege equipment has been destroyed! When will it take if they don't fight back?" The Turkic soldiers who were inspired to fight back and fought back together with the Italian mercenaries. On the other hand, the Epirus and Bulgarians on the walls were in chaos and gradually began to collapse. At this moment, the rain of arrows shot from the city gave them the last blow. The Vadaritae Security Corps sent by the Queen of Odosia joined the battlefield as a reserve team. Their support completely crushed the final fighting spirit of the Bulgarian and Epirus siege troops. More and more people jumped over the wall and jumped down to escape, but most of them were crushed to pieces, and more people were either killed or had to put down their weapons and surrender.
Chapter completed!