The ropes between the two cliffs were made up of dozens of lassos that the Tatars had with them, and they were hung on the side of the horses for emergencies wherever they went, whether they were grazing or fighting, and now they were finally in handy.

It's just that between the cliffs that gather hundreds of steps, a rope the thickness of a thumb floats in the middle, bent into an arc by the mountain wind, and asks people to climb over, which is really a bit nonsense; As soon as the excitement passed, everyone looked at the Hai Rigu with a little wrong eyes, and some people thought to themselves: This guy must be sure that the rope can't cross the cliff, so he ran out and patted his chest to show off, and at this moment I'm afraid that he is already dumbfounded, which is called self-inflicted.

All eyes converged on Hai Rigu's body, most people thought that Hai Rigu was definitely going to retreat, and the Great Khan didn't know what to do with him, in order to shoot this arrow, the Great Khan spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and now Hai Rigu wanted to retreat, and the Great Khan would never spare him.

However, Hai Rigu's appearance was beyond everyone's expectations, only to see him slowly take off the armor on his body, leaving only a pair of sinus shorts, the black muscles on his body were shining, and he began to stretch his muscles and bones on the cliff to stretch his legs and lift his feet. Even the bald man was a little unconvinced that this man could climb over this rope.

"Hai Rigu, are you sure you can climb over?"

"Great Khan, please rest assured, the villain has climbed over the mountains and mountains since he was a child, and climbed the cliffs and streams, although this height and rope are somewhat difficult, but the villain is confident that he can still deal with it, please prepare dozens of ropes, I will pull all the ropes after I climb over, and then tie them one by one; By the way, the Great Khan has to select some nimble brothers to help, otherwise the villain will not know when to be busy. ”

Don't say much about the bald man, this matter is imperative, even if this Hai Rigu falls down the mountain stream and dies, he still has to find someone to climb over, since he has decided to use this method, it is useless to say more.

A long rope was tied to Hai Rigu's waist, and Hai Rigu grabbed the rope hanging on the opposite bank and shook it vigorously, as if to determine whether it was reliable or not, but everyone knew that at such a distance, shaking the rope at this end, that side was completely ineffective, and it was just self-comforting. In other words, no one knows whether the arrow went into the trunk of a tree, or if it happened to hang on a rock, and whether a person would collapse and die in a mountain stream after being put on the rope.

Hai Rigu spat and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, glanced at the misty cliff on the opposite bank, raised his foot to hook the rope, and his hands also held the rope tightly, and his body twisted, like a four-clawed snake lying on the rope, his movements were extremely dexterous.

The bald man applauded and shouted, "Hai Rigu, it's up to you." ”

"Great Khan, rest assured, Hairigu will definitely live up to its mission." As he spoke, Hai Rigu linked his hands, his feet hovered, and his body fell down the bend and crawled under the crooked rope to the west with the wind; Everyone held their breath and looked at his figure, as if the breath they breathed would break the rope.

Hai Rigu was in good shape, and in the blink of an eye he slipped down the rope, because this shore was much higher than the other, and the end of the rope was on the lower cliff trees, and the angle was even more slanted; It gives people the feeling that Hairigu is like a roast sheep hanging on a rope, sliding towards the opposite shore with thorns, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Everyone's hearts reached their throats, but they saw that Hai Rigu was unhurriedly hooking the rope with his feet, and the boots on the soles of his feet rubbed against the ropes, and there was a snoring sound along the ropes. Only then did everyone understand that Hai Rigu was stripped naked, but the intention of wearing boots turned out to be used to slow down.

Soon Hai Rigu reached the middle of the rope, the rope shook even more, a gust of hot wind blew, the rope shook like a swing, Hai Rigu wanted to stick to the barley ball on it, no matter how the rope shook, he would not be thrown away, looking both thrilling and admirable.

"Strange people, I have a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the Tatar army, we lack this aspect of inspection on weekdays, and after going back this time, we must pay attention to these people with special skills, and they may come in handy at some point." The bald man bowed his head lightly and sighed.

"The Great Khan is wise and martial, Changshengtian did not abandon us, at a critical time, Changshengtian sent us strange people, this is the result of Changshengtian's favor of the Great Khan." The generals around him lost no time in touting it.

Bald Mengke seemed to be deaf, his eyes kept staring at the small black dot on the rope, the small black dot slid all the way, and finally at the moment of reaching the rock wall, the soldiers around him let out an earth-shattering cheer, and the bald Mengke also applauded.

Hai Rigu's hands were dripping with blood, and he could have used felt or other things to wrap around the rope to prevent injury, but then he couldn't control the speed of his slide, and could only rely on the strength of his hand and the friction on his feet to maintain a certain speed, even so, his hands were already grinding into a bloody blur. The moment the soles of his feet stepped on the protruding roots of the cliff face, he almost collapsed to the ground, and he was powerless. Looking at the place where the arrows that came over were fixed, Hai Rigu almost peed his pants.

The arrow had not been shot at the trunk of the tree, nor had it stuck in a crack in the stone, but hung horizontally on a thumb-thick branch, which was still a young branch. At the moment when he took off the arrow, Hai Rigu deliberately wrenched it with his hand, and with a click, the young branch broke off in response to his hand, and he didn't know how it had been supported until now.

But in any case, it was finally here, Hai Rigu waved his hand to the other side, rested for a while, tied one end of the rope to his waist, stepped on the gap in the rock and climbed to the top of the cliff on the other bank, and firmly tied the two ropes he brought over to a big tree, one high and one low.

The Tartar soldiers on the opposite bank worked together to tighten the rope and firmly tie the other end, forming a relatively stable single rope bridge, one hand can pull the high rope, and the foot can step on the low rope below, you can slowly move to the opposite bank, compared to the single cable just now, I don't know how many times safer.

Rao is like this, when the selected more than 100 soldiers crossed the river, there were still seven or eight soldiers who stepped into the air halfway, screamed and fell off the ropes, and fell into the black and dreary rapids of the Yellow River; This shows how dangerous Hai Rigu must have been when he climbed over the rope just now.

But such a few casualties could not dilute the excitement of Bald Mengke in the slightest, even though it was dark and the scenery could no longer be seen clearly, Bald Mengke still ordered to perfect the rope bridge overnight; Dozens of soldiers from the past brought dozens of long ropes and pulled up a spiderweb-like rope bridge between the cliffs on both sides; He ordered the soldiers to cut down the trees and tie them with sticks at the bottom of the rope bridge. Tens of thousands of people moved in the dark, and one was busy until three watches in the middle of the night, and finally built a rickety rope bridge composed of ropes and wooden sticks.

It was safe to see the bridge rickety, but it was safe to walk on it, and with this bridge 16,000 soldiers could reach the other side of Guò in an hour or so. The only thing that was a little difficult was the question of how the horses got past, and these horses did not want to step on this rickety rope bridge, whether they were whipped or scolded; In the end, it was an experienced herdsman who came up with a solution. Covering the horse's eyes with strips of cloth and plugging the horse's ears with grass clippings, all the horses became deaf and blind, and then the horses stepped on the rope bridge.

Even so, several horses suddenly became frightened on the shaking bridge, sprang out of the edge of the rope bridge, broke several side ropes and fell down the mountain stream, and there were several accidents involving more than a dozen soldiers next to them.

In any case, when the sky was twilight, the Tartar army still unbelievably crossed the Yellow River moat and appeared on the land of Ningxia Town on the north bank of the Yellow River; In the morning light, the bald Meng Ke Hui looked at this rope bridge, his eyes were a little moist, he wanted to keep this bridge, and when he had the opportunity to come here in the future, he would set up a monument to commemorate it, but when he thought about it, this bridge was kept here, and it was very easy for the Ming army sentinels to find out after dawn, so he gave the order to burn it ruthlessly. Soldiers spread hay on the deck of the bridge, and a fire burned the unique rope bridge to ashes, leaving no trace of it. The Tatar army, on the other hand, unknowingly approached the Great Wall Pass in the northwest of Ningxia along the mountains east of Ningxia.

(PS: Regarding this bridge, it should be the longest rope suspension bridge in history at that time, but unfortunately there was no Guinness record at that time, and this bridge was also considered damaged shortly after it was built, and the guide zhì does not exist in the world, and there is no record in the history books, which is a regrettable thing in the history of architecture.) Hundreds of years have passed, and no one has been able to surpass this record, let alone make such a magnificent rope bridge. It has to be said that the damage of this bridge is a major loss in the history of Mongolian architectural culture, which makes people sigh and sigh. ）