It was torture to talk to the monk, and the man's tongue was like a serpent's letter, rolling red and fresh in his mouth, and every time he spit out, it was a "deadly" venom. If someone imitated a few more hissing sounds, Li Xu would never suspect that this person was the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old snake spirit, born to find him unpleasant. But he couldn't drive the other party away, and to put it lightly, Lord Yuwen took it as a deaf ear, and said that it was serious, and with the identity of the horse governor, the other party could create countless troubles for the grain protection army.

Facing the handsome face in front of him, Li Xu almost felt hopeless about his life. If he could choose between going to fight on the other side of the Liao River and accompanying Yu Wenshi and chatting, he would now rather go to the other side of the river to fight and die. At least then you will die a more painful death, and you won't have to endure the endless vitriolity of the guy in front of you.

Fortunately, it is impossible for more than a million troops to stay on the west bank of the Liao River all the time. On the first day of March (15th) of the eighth year of the Great Cause (612), His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Sui personally supervised the division and launched a strong attack on the east bank of the Liao River. The vanguard was more than 60,000 people in the vanguard of Zuo Wuwei, Zuo Tunwei and Zuo Shanwei, all of whom were elite soldiers, and there was not a single civilians who were temporarily recruited.

Shangshu Yu Wenkai of the Ministry of Industry was ordered to build a pontoon bridge for the army, and more than 40,000 people jumped into the icy Liao River before the army, carrying wooden planks, bamboo poles and short piles. Spring in the north is late, the water of the Liao River is in the spring flood, cold and urgent, half a pillar of incense is not time, and more than 100 craftsmen who participated in the repair of the bridge have been swept away by the river. The others who gritted their teeth and insisted on the water morning were also frozen by the river and their lips turned purple, and the movements of their hands and feet became more and more weak.

"Fetch the wine, let the craftsmen take turns to go ashore to rest, and drink two bowls of spirits each before going into the water!" His Majesty the Emperor did not want to be a tyrant, at least as far as he could see, he did not want to see his people frozen to death.

His order was quickly conveyed, and a moment later, Liu Hongji, the newly appointed general of the chariot and cavalry, led the brothers of the grain guard army to place the wine prepared for the celebration of the victory by thousands of altars of the army on the bank of the Liao River. Someone lit an ember fire on the shore and roasted the liquor with a tile doctor. The craftsmen, whose faces were blue and black, came together, drank wine, roasted the fire, and then went down to the river. Go ashore, bake the fire, drink alcohol......

The pontoon stretched with great difficulty to the opposite bank, and when it was almost in the center of the river, the Goguryeo people on the opposite bank could not sit still. They are not Song Xianggong, and they do not understand the virtue of "benevolence and righteousness" to let the enemy land and fight again. Thousands of heavily armored warriors rushed to the shore and erected a wooden wall with huge shields. Behind the wooden wall, thousands of lightly armored warriors pushed more than 40 ballistae for urban attack and defense, pulled the bowstring with oxen horses, and put the crossbow arrows with the length of the staff on the crossbow bed.

The spring flood of the Liaohe River is urgent, the wind on the water is very strong, and when the distance is long, ordinary bows and arrows cannot cause trouble for the other party at all. Therefore, the coaches of both sides invariably thought of the bed crossbow, a long-distance crossbow battle, which took the lead in kicking off on both sides of the strait.

The sound of the rushing water was soon drowned out by the whistling of the crossbow arrows breaking through the air, and the first man fell into the river, where he was gently swept by the waves, and then disappeared in a circle of red ripples. Then came the second, and then the third, and the craftsmen and the people, who had no weapons other than wood in their hands, had nowhere to dodge and watched as one thick piece of wood flew after another, passing through the bodies of several people at the same time.

The craftsmen and the people were in a mess, trying to escape, but they were surrounded by turbulent water, and when they left the pontoon, they didn't know where they would be washed by the river. He wanted to retreat, but his retreat was blocked by his companions, and at the beginning of the pontoon, hundreds of overseers armed with leather whips and iron rods forced up fiercely.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, they can't grow!" He Zhu, the squire of the Ministry of Works, and a dozen guards risked their lives running back and forth on the half-section of the pontoon bridge, trying their best to inspire the courage of the craftsmen.

"Don't mess around, let's get the ballista up!" Desperate cries filled with supplication.

The bed crossbow of the Great Sui Dynasty did come up, and although it was half a beat slower than its opponent, its quality was far better than that of the country gadgets made by the Goguryeos. Yu Wenshu, the general of the Left Guard, gave an order, and more than 300 crossbow beds were fired at the same time, and the craftsmen who were messing around in the river only felt that the light above their heads was dimmed, and then they heard the terrible screams on the other side of the river.

It was the desperate screams of hundreds of people at the same time. The crossbow arrows of the Great Sui, with steel as the edge and wrought iron as the feathers, easily pierced through the shield wall erected by the Goguryeo soldiers, cut through the stone or iron armor behind the shield wall like tofu, and nailed the shield and armor to the ground along with their owners.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, keep building bridges, keep building bridges! Those who retreat will be killed on the spot," Shangshu Yu Wenkai of the Ministry of Industry shouted hoarsely. Millions of troops were watching him, and if he broke his troops because of the slow movement of the Ministry of Works, the arrogant emperor behind him would not be able to spare the person who should be held responsible.

Several of the artisans who had escaped to the shore were stabbed to death by the soldiers with foot deeds, and the blood spread down the river, fusing with the blood of those killed by crossbow arrows, staining half of the river red. Moving forward is death, and retreating is death, and the craftsmen who have no choice but to bow their heads and tie the bamboo poles and stakes used to build the pontoon bridge with ropes, while praying to the Bodhisattva's blessing and not to let the next crossbow arrow fall around them.

That thing is hugely powerful, after all, there are only a few dozen at a time, and I must never forget that the middle man bows his head and creates a hope for himself not to go crazy in the absurd reality.

The small number of ballistae in Goguryeo could not afford to play with the two armies, and their target was the craftsmen who built the arrow pontoon bridge in the river. Dozens of craftsmen were stripped off by crossbow arrows like ants on driftwood, and under the deterrence of dozens of craftsmen's feathered arrows and long, they filled the position of their fallen companions like ants.

On the battlefield, life is like an ant.

The long crossbow is in the air, the wind is bleak, the blood blooms like a lotus, and life withers like a residual lotus.

More than a million ants gathered on the west bank of the Liao River, watching the Liao River slowly turn red. They can't help, there is no master to order, and even if they can help, they can't move.

"Pull!" The general of the left guard, Yuwen fan, held the sword high, majestic.

"Pull one by one!" Dozens of pro-soldiers shouted in unison. At the sound of the trumpet, ten soldiers pulled the f-ropes of the cattle at the same time, and ten stupid horses slowly moved forward. The crossbow arm creaked in protest and was slowly pulled into a half-arc, and the three strong men lifted a giant crossbow and stuck it the crossbow trough.

Hundreds, thousands of crossbowmen repeated the same action, and more than 300 iron-clad giant crossbows dazzled and chilled in the sun.

"Put!" Yu Wenshu swung down the sword heavily.

More than 300 spears of death flew into the air with the sound of the wind, swept across the river, and stabbed down on the Goguryeo warriors.

The shields raised by the first row of Goguryeo soldiers were smashed, and the second row of shields was erected on the dead bodies. In an instant, the second row of shields collapsed again, and several late-fired giant crossbows flew through the gap between the dead bodies and flew towards the ballista that the Goguryeo people were spreading.

"Raise your shield, protect the ballista, raise your shield, protect the ballista!" The Goguryeo generals who oversaw the battle shouted hoarsely. Most of the lightly armed infantry standing on either side of the ballista fled, and only a few brave men raised their small log shields and formed a semicircular array in front of their ballistas, regardless of life or death. The crossbow arrows that flew in the air were not at all able to resist by manpower, and with a sound of 11pi", the shields scattered, the people flew upside down, and a rain of blood fell over the protected ballista for no reason.

The frequency of the Goguryeo ballista launch was instantly disrupted, and the pontoon bridge built by the craftsmen of the Great Sui and Minzhuang with their lives extended forward little by little. The Goguryeo people reorganized the remaining ballistas and continued to attack the pontoon bridge; The Great Sui giant crossbow smashed the shield wall of the Goguryeo people again, and smashed the ballista behind the shield wall......

Several teams of Goguryeo crossbowmen couldn't stand the dilemma of not fighting back just by being beaten, so they secretly adjusted their targets and shot crossbow arrows across the riverbank. The crossbowmen of the Great Sui Left Guard suffered casualties immediately, but their usual strict training allowed them to quickly adjust their defensive lines in the face of enemy blows, and aim their vengeful crossbow arrows at the enemy on the opposite bank.

Regardless of the quantity or quality of the ballistas, the Sui army had an absolute advantage. More Goguryeo ballistas were destroyed on the spot and completely lost their ability to fire. Some of the ballistas were still struggling, but they did not pose much of a threat to the Great Sui soldiers.

"Retreat, shoot the bridge, retreat, shoot the bridge!" The commander of the Goguryeo Qu who led the team noticed that the situation was very unfavorable to his side and ordered loudly.

The Goguryeo soldiers, who had been supported to the limit of their patience, staggered and slowly went backwards. The remnants of a dozen or so ballistas were far away from the range of the Great Sui crossbowmen and regrouped two hundred paces away from the east bank of the river. Half an hour later, the bolts flew diagonally again, splashing huge columns of water on both sides of the pontoon.

"Push the ballista onto the pontoon bridge and push the Goguryeo people away!" Yu Wenshu shouted the order. The left guard soldiers carried the heavy siege equipment on their shoulders and pushed the heavy siege equipment onto the pontoon bridge that had not yet been completed. Loyal soldiers raised their crossbows and walked to the front line of attack to the whistling sound overhead.

Half an hour later, the Goguryeo retreated again. The Great Sui pontoon bridge extended more than twenty steps forward. The two sides stood firm and began a new round of monotonous shooting. After each gave more than 100 lives, they adjusted the distance between each other again.

The pontoon bridge stretched forward inch by inch, at the cost of lives, and was already less than a hundred steps from the other side of the river. A large group of Goguryeo archers rushed forward desperately and fired at the builders in the river. Zuo Yiwei of the Great Sui pushed the siege cart onto the pontoon bridge and condescendingly dealt a fatal blow to the enemy archers on the other side of the bridge.

The river became redder and thicker, so thick that it almost froze, and the builders shouted sadly and tied the stalks and wood to the end of the bridge. They didn't know why His Majesty the Emperor wanted to fight Liaodong, and they didn't have the pride and ambition to make a name for themselves right away. They just wanted the bridge to be completed before the next feathered arrow flew. In that way, they may leave the battlefield alive and continue to live as humble and contemptuous as ants.

And at this moment, there are crossbow arrows in front and spears in the rear.

At the moment of Shen Shi, the first Lin Sui plank was put on the Goguryeo riverbed on the opposite bank.

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