Soon, the soldiers' babysitting experience cards expired.

It's not so much about enjoyment as it's about suffering.

After Wang Buxing ordered the people to return to the team, and privately reprimanded Wang Cheng severely, the whole camp was more comfortable.

Everyone is not as cautious and uncomfortable as before.

It's really that the previous service was too thoughtful, and someone fed me when I was even eating.

This kind of life, I'm afraid that even the First Emperor has never experienced it, right?

Although Zhang Buyi is Wang Buying's personal guard captain, since he is a school captain, he also manages more than 2,000 personal soldiers under his command at the same time.

More than 2,000 people are the most elite soldiers in the entire army, and the real combat effectiveness is not yet known.

But in daily training, one-on-one, one person can fight at least three soldiers in the front-line army.

If they work together, a trio will not fall behind against the other.

Therefore, Zhang Buyi quickly spread Wang Buyi's intention to the ears of the guards, and reprimanded him fiercely.

The more than 2,000 guards who trained could not raise their heads, and they were deeply ashamed of their depravity.

There are a few guards with strong personalities who even feel sorry for the cultivation of their sons because of their absurd enjoyment in the past few days, and even want to wipe their necks to apologize.

Fortunately, he was found by his colleagues next to him and stopped, and after some persuasion, he stopped this unnecessary attrition.

Immediately afterwards, through the personal guards, the intention of the king not to be hungry was gradually spread to the whole army.

And the more bizarre it became, and finally it was even rumored that Wang Buxing felt deep self-blame for the performance of the soldiers, and even lost his original intention in front of the rich and noble, thinking that this must be a problem with Wang Buxing's own troops, so the soldiers lost themselves and were nostalgic for prosperity and wealth.

In any case, the atmosphere in the army has once again broken down in just a few days.

And having such an experience also made them feel that they had gained a lot, although the process of enjoying it was very unnatural and unaccustomed.

But all of them are soldiers from a bitter background, so they naturally know that this kind of life will kill them.

The second day of August!

Zhang Han's army is about to run out of food and grass.

Behind him, Wang Buxing's army of more than 200,000 main forces had to be pulled out every day to show off.

They don't attack, they don't scream, they just stand there, and they don't move.

Take the initiative to attack?

Zhang Han doesn't have that guts!

Don't defend?

Zhang Han also doesn't have that guts!

Fortunately, the king was not hungry and did not really attack, but this time it also delayed for some time.

Today, Zhang Han's pontoon bridge is finally about to be completed, and if it goes well, even before dark, he can arrange for tens of thousands of people to cross the river and establish positions on the other side of the river to ensure that the follow-up troops will successfully cross the river tomorrow.

"Hey, I'm scared, it's almost done!" Looking at the simple pontoon bridge, Zhang Han was moved.

"Now is not the time to relax, the weather is a little abnormal today, and the water of the big river seems to be a little more turbulent than a few days ago......" Peng Jia hurriedly persuaded him.

"Survive tomorrow, it's really not okay to cross the river overnight!" Zhang Han nodded and cursed the ghost weather.

Summer is the rainy season, and there are all kinds of uncertainties in the rainy season.

Today's weather is exceptionally stuffy and a little wet, even on the edge of a big river, it shouldn't feel like this.

So, anyone who has a snack knows that this is a precursor to the rain.

And the water of the big river is a little faster, which also means that it is raining somewhere upstream of the big river, and the river is about to swell.

The pontoon bridge is most afraid of this situation, in the past is not not built pontoon, every summer rainy season, as long as it rains for more than a day, the pontoon bridge will inevitably be washed away.

The pontoon bridges built around the beginning of winter are often washed away after the spring of the following year.

……

On the other side of the river, a group of black figures suddenly appeared.

There are not many of them, about 500 people.

Looking at the progress of the pontoon bridge on the river, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The pontoon bridge hasn't been built yet, but it's not too close.

The number of people building pontoon bridges on the south bank of the river is much higher than the number of people on the north bank of the bridge.

Why......

Naturally, it's because Zhang Han is afraid that there are too many people coming here, what if he runs away?

So, in terms of progress, it is natural that the south side is paved with nearly four-fifths of the distance, while the north side is paved with less than one-fifth.

The difference between the two sides is about ten meters or so to be able to converge, and if you do the math, it is just a matter of four or five piles and a few rafts.

Zhang Han didn't have enough boats, so he had to use improvised rafts instead, and at the same time make more wooden stakes to fix them.

"Holy shit, it's finally just in time!" Peng Yue breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

He came so late and brought so many people not because he wanted to disobey.

In fact, he is not to blame for being late this time.

The scout in charge of delivering the message broke his horse's foot on the way, and then the whole man fell off the horse, vomiting blood.

Seeing that the horse could not run, he could only endure the pain and walk forward to deliver the letter.

How can you keep up with this speed?

After saying that, they all vomited blood, can the injury be light?

The distance of the scout is a day and a half, that is, half a day on horseback, it doesn't matter how fast or slow it is, anyway, half a day can get to the place, and then the next stop sends someone to deliver the letter, and the scout rests for an afternoon and an evening, and returns at dawn the next day, and returns to the same place before noon.

The scout did not return until it was dark the next day, so on the third day, he hurriedly sent people along the route to look for it, only to find the war-horse lying on the side of the road listlessly eating weeds.

After walking less than ten miles, he found the dead scout in the grass by the roadside.

The letterhead on his body was all there, and when he saw the corpse, he understood what had happened along the way.

So he hurriedly sent the letterhead, which was delayed for three and a half days.

What's even more unfortunate is that the 5,000 people left behind by Guan Ying helped Peng Yue occupy several cities, and after his strength reached nearly 10,000 people, he left, and after the rectification, Peng Yue went north.

So back and forth, he received the letterhead five days later than expected.

There was no choice but to bring 500 people over by himself, and then transfer troops along the way to support him as soon as possible.

A quarter of an hour later, the soldiers regained some strength.

He can't blame anyone for the scout's incident, this is an accident, and besides, the scouts have all died on the way to deliver the letter, what else can he blame others?

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for backing, just let yourself encounter this kind of thing.

But the grievances in my heart can't be held back all the time, I have to find a place to vent it, and at the same time make up for the mistakes that can't be explained.

Peng Yue waved his hand and ordered with anger on his face: "!" Dare to build a bridge in front of Lao Tzu, are there any rules? Demolish it for Lao Tzu! ”