Under Qin Lei's strong request, Lu Kan used the fastest method to repair the four ropes that bear the bridge plate, and the sturdiness is also very strong, at least a few thousand people are no problem.

But it doesn't include the situation where everyone rushes up and stampedes like crazy. Before a few hundred people had arrived, the wooden bridge was crushed, and only a lone four-heel rope remained on the river. When the bridge plate broke, some players were also huddled on the bridge, and the agility of the previous training came into play. They held on to the ropes and swung on the surface of the river at the last moment. After a moment of shock, they took out the iron hook that Qin Lei had customized for them from their backpack, hung one end on their waist, and the other end on the rope, and moved their hands alternately towards the opposite bank.

The rest of the team did the same, squeezed out of the crowd, hung hooks on ropes, and moved to the opposite bank. The peasant army had never learned this kind of action, and they didn't react for a while, so they were stunned, and they just served as a shield for the team members to block the offensive of the Baisheng Army.

When most of the surviving team members went ashore, the peasant army wanted to imitate it, but found that it could not be done, after all, people had practiced, and they didn't know the tricks, so they couldn't imitate it easily.

At this time, the Baisheng Army finally completed the suppression of the remaining people on the shore, and there was not a single peasant army or escort on the south bank of the Zhulu River.

Zhao Tam pulled his horse to the shore, staring at the peasant army hanging on the rope like a string of sugar gourds, and the corners of his mouth flashed with thick mockery. He waved his hand and said, "Cut!" ”

Although the knight on the side was a little strange, he still firmly carried out the order of the commander. Several men jumped off their horses, drew their machetes, and stomped a rope.

There were also a dozen peasant troops on that rope, and some of them were almost on the other side. The weight of thousands of pounds straightens the rope, which is more conducive to chopping. With each slash, the cut in the rope was a little bigger, and the people hanging on the rope either cursed, pleaded, or panicked so much that they let go of the rope and fell into the river, but they could not prevent the soldiers from falling.

The rope had barely reached a third of the way before it snapped. The huge elastic force flicked the person on the rope up slightly, and then he was crushed down by the heavy weight. Only the first few were roped by their partners who came ashore first, and they narrowly escaped destruction, and the rest all fell into the water, and after only a few struggles, they disappeared.

At this time, Zhao Tamping suddenly slapped his head and said in a lost voice: "How can we cross the river after cutting it?" Why am I so stupid? Stop!! The soldiers were about to cut the second one, but when they were given the order, they put away their machetes and stood aside.

Inspired by the lasso to save people, the noose was thrown down on the shore, and as long as one was lassoed, it could be pulled back without much effort. For a time, the speed of the peasant army on the rope to escape from danger increased greatly.

After Zhao Tamping finished saying the last sentence, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything wrong. After a long time, he suddenly said: "If we don't cut it, they will cut it too." How could they let us cross the river? So he ordered: "Keep cutting!" ”

At this time, most of the peasant army on the rope had already gone up, and the interruption gave them a chance to escape death.

The soldiers of the Qi State slightly despised this general who was half a beat slow in his brain, but he was not slow at all. Quickly cut off two, and when he was attacking the third, Zhao Tam finally figured it out, he said in his heart, if the other side is cut, we can also get a large section of rope, so it is easy to repair, but if he cuts it on his side, the rope will be left on the other side, and it will be more troublesome to repair the bridge.

Although he figured it out, General Ram didn't plan to change it again, wasn't it just a new bridge? It's better to be able to do more than to lose your prestige.

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Qin Lei took a deep look at the Baisheng Army on the opposite side, as if he wanted to engrave them in his mind, so he turned around and strode to catch up with the team and walked northwest.

The losses in this battle cannot be described as heavy, which is enough for Qin Lei to remember for the rest of his life. The 3,300 peasant army, before the bridge was repaired, had less than a thousand killed. However, after the bridge was repaired, 1,800 people died, most of them from trampling on each other, squeezing, and being slaughtered by the Qi army after the unintentional war.

Qin Lei didn't blink an eye no matter how many of these people died, but Qin Lei's ninety-seven loyal guards also killed fifty-three, and the rest were all wounded, half of whom were seriously injured and disabled. In other words, only twenty-two people were still missing arms and legs after only half an hour of war. This is how Qin Lei is not distressed, how not unforgettable.

What's more, many of these people sacrificed to protect Qin Lei.

"The Battle of the Deer River", no one knows how much impact it has on Qin Lei now, but it has undoubtedly changed a lot of things for Qin Lei, at least the families of the fifty-three brothers who died for him, and the second half of the life of the twenty-two brothers who died for him have become his unshirkable responsibility.

Also, the twenty-two people who are not in serious trouble, give him a loyal defense, why don't they repay him?

Therefore, from this moment on, Qin Lei is no longer free from this era, and begins to try to accept this era, and begins to try to get more things for the people around him. That's the most immediate impact.

However, when Qin Lei was about to try to accept this world, the world seemed to be a little unwelcoming to him.

Qin Lei was assassinated, and the world tried to polish off the mark of this intruder.

To be more detailed, it is.

When Qin Lei took two steps and was about to catch up with the team, he could already see the surviving Shen Qing and Shi Wei smiling towards him.

A sharp feathered arrow suddenly shot from behind him.

If it was the usual Qin Lei, he would naturally be able to escape this catastrophe with a woman-like sixth sense. However, at this time, Qin Lei's mind had just calmed down from the agitation, and it was the time when his vigilance was the worst and his reaction was the weakest.

When the arrow was about to reach him, he felt the sound of the wind breaking behind him, and when he moved down to the right, he felt that the arrow easily penetrated his coat, armor, and inner armor, and plunged into his back. The cold feeling spread throughout his body in an instant, and Qin Lei fell straight out face down.

Shen Qing and Shi Wei's eyes were shattered, and they screamed and pounced on them, catching Qin Lei's fallen body. Looking at the direction in which the arrows were coming from, only some of the reeds were swaying slightly.

Qin Lei's last thought before he lost consciousness was: Retribution is coming so quickly.

He had just shot a captain of the Baisheng Army with a crossbow arrow half an hour earlier.

Now it seems that the arrows are all in the same position.

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End of Volume II.

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The little monk has something to say:

The judges may have some complaints about the contents of this volume. The little monk also admits that if this volume does not have it, the article may be more compact. But this is a paragraph that can't be deleted no matter what, because Qin Lei's team wants to appear in this volume, and he can't be asked to return to the capital, full of confusion, and there is not even a credible person around him.

And then for the future plot to unfold, this volume lays a lot of volts. If you go back directly, it seems that it will affect the tension of the plot in the future.

So the little monk thought about it again and again and still had this volume. (Quietly told the donor that this volume was going to be longer, but I really wrote that I felt sorry for the readers, so I stopped.) ）

Finally, let's make a preview of the next volume:

Qin Lei came to Zhongdu, the fragrant and interesting life of the prince and the intricate political struggle are about to begin, so please pay attention to the next volume of "Zhongdu Rain"

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