"Put in more effort, there's rice, carry it well." At Longyou Provincial Governor's place, a group of soldiers went north to welcome them.
Early in the morning, they saw people driving and pushing carts. There were even people carrying bags.
From the looks of it, it was obvious that they had been on the road for a long time. They were also on the road at night. Some people had burn marks on their hair.
When the people who were working saw the army coming, they did not stand on ceremony and directly handed the goods to the other party.
The soldiers first took the things they were carrying, then the carts.
The wheelbarrow had a belt that was hung around the neck and pushed with both hands.
The skilled people pushed things that were a few hundred kilograms and dared to walk on the plank road on the cliff. When the road conditions were good, it was easy to run.
In front, there was a river that was more than 20 feet wide. There were people ferrying Non-commissioned Officer on the river. There were small boats, bamboo rafts, and poles.
"Quick, carry the things over and put them on." A soldier carrying a bag of rice was about to put the bag on the bamboo raft.
"No, it's wet, go find a boat and put it on the boat." The person holding the raft pointed to the top of the raft.
"How much can the boat put?" The soldier held the bag in time.
A person who looked like a general looked at the water: "How deep is the water?"
The person holding the raft said: "It hasn't rained for two days, it's more than four feet deep. You guys can ride horses and let the horses help carry it."
"Brothers, remove the boards on the cart and follow me into the water. This is a gift for us."
The young general called out and went to the cart to unload the things. He carried the boards and went into the water.
When the others saw this, they understood what to do and went to look for boards.
"Bamboo raft, connect the bamboo raft and use your shoulders to carry it." The young general saw the bamboo raft again.
The people holding the bamboo raft hurriedly lined it up. The people holding the bamboo raft could only carry people and the wheelbarrow.
When they went into the water, the people on the other side saw it and followed. Not long after, a pontoon bridge appeared.
"Cross the bridge!" The young general wiped the water off his face and shouted.
"Get on the bridge, walk steadily, don't step on people." The others hurriedly pushed the cart, wheelbarrow, and carried the things up.
"Good soldiers! I don't want to be paid to deliver things to such soldiers. "
When the people from Shu County saw the soldiers carrying a bridge on their shoulders, they also shouted loudly.
"That's right, don't. Let's wait for them to win the war and raise more sheep. We'll eat cheap mutton." Someone at the side added.
"You can't not want it. Some people are still counting on you to support their families. If you don't want it, how can others want it?" The people from the Salt Clan disagreed.
"Chop wood, chop bamboo, continue to build the bridge. Bring the rope, tie it up with the rope." There was a general on the opposite shore who felt sorry for his soldiers.
"Why isn't there a bridge?" The commoners who had rushed over were puzzled. There were roads on both sides, and it wouldn't take much effort to build a bridge over a two-hundred-foot-long river.
"Yes, seven or eight miles downstream. There are mountains on both sides, and there is a bridge there," the soldier in the water replied.
"Why don't you do it on the main road?"
"If the enemy attacks and we can't defend the bridge, we can go over and guard the bridge. We can wait for the enemy to enter the water on the shore. There's no need to attack halfway, just focus on shooting arrows."
The person manning the ferry gave the answer. They knew the situation.
"Oh! Then you can even earn money as a ferryman. "The commoner added.
"We fish for a living, so we don't need money to ferry people. Otherwise, where would we get so many boats and platoons? Fishing.
If someone wants to cross the river and doesn't want to take a detour, we will bring them to the two sides. Sometimes they will buy our fish and shrimp. "
The person manning the first platoon had just returned from delivering goods and denied that they were using the ferry to earn money.
There weren't many people coming and going here. Some people drove carriages and could only walk on the bridge.
With so many people on the river, if they relied on the ferry to make a living, they would all starve to death.
Right now, they were even volunteering. They heard that the army at the front had almost taken over the Nine Bends.
The further the army went, the more stable it was at the back. They had strategic depth.
Usually, the fish and shrimp they caught would be sent to Longyou Provincial Governor to be sold, or exchanged for some eggs or woven cloth that other people saved.
The people on both sides of the river were chopping trees in the mountains to make temporary wooden and bamboo rafts. These rafts wouldn't be used for long. If they weren't soaked in tung oil, they would rot in the water.
Longyou Provincial Governor's soldiers were working, but the Provincial Governor wasn't there.
Zhang Zhongliang had set out with people yesterday to deliver things to the front and provide military support. The front line was moving forward.
If the front line was ambushed and ran back, he could still provide protection for the front line.
When the sky was bright and it was almost noon, he rushed to the military stronghold.
His 30,000 soldiers continued to reinforce the stronghold while watching the captives and cutting the grass.
The captives couldn't be idle. They bent down to cut the grass and weave grass curtains.
The cut grass was piled up and covered with grass curtains to prevent the grass from drying quickly.
"Take a break. Those who are in the area prepare to transport things. Those who come later will take over the work here."
Zhang Zhongliang asked about the situation and ordered the troops to rotate.
The rest was mainly for horses and animals to pull the carriages. There was no need for people.
Everyone ate. After an hour, Zhang Zhongliang continued to lead the troops forward. There were tents in the troops.
… …
"Stop. Rest the horses and eat." Qin Li led the troops to chase and kill several hundred enemies.
At this time, Zasykuzé only had less than 500 people left. One after another, horses fell down. One after another, people turned around to die.
Zasykuzé had a fever and was dizzy. He was cold. His whole body was cold. When he breathed, he felt hot.
He wanted to stop, wear a thick leather coat, and drink hot soup around the fire.
As he ran, he looked back and found that the people chasing him had disappeared. He quickly ordered, "Stop. Rest the horses. We can't run anymore. If we continue, we can only run with our legs."
The group of horses stopped. Some of the horses stood there and swayed. With a bang, they fell down.
The soldiers hurried over to take a look. The first person who saw it shook his head, took out a knife, and cut the horse's neck.
Blood splattered. The horse twitched a few times and stopped moving.
The others cut the horse and cut off a large piece of meat to give to the others. The others cut it into small pieces and stuffed it into their mouths.
Zasykuzé trembled as he ate a piece of meat. He clenched his fists and chewed desperately. It seemed that this was the only way to make him feel better.
His soldiers could see that he was sick, but there was nothing they could do.
They peeled off the horse's skin and wrapped him up. Their eyes were filled with sorrow.
Some people looked back. Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.
They had never fought such a difficult battle. The enemy didn't even give them a chance to fight to the death. Moreover, they wouldn't let go no matter what.
On Qin Li's side, everyone was eating hardtack and drinking water.
"Boss, we can finish them all if we continue chasing, right?" Someone put down his water bag and licked his dry lips.
His dry lips weren't because of the lack of water. It was because of the weather. The wind was blowing. He felt a burning pain on his face. They were all small wounds.
"We can't kill them all. Unless we're willing to pay the price of casualties, we'll give up after a while. They're almost there."
Qin Li shook his head. He knew that they wouldn't be able to kill all of the enemies without casualties. They would reach their destination after a few more miles.
If they chased and killed, the enemy would run for their lives. Eventually, dozens of cavalry would arrive.
Then, they would organize cavalry and charge at his team. His horse couldn't outrun a well-trained horse.
He planned to give chase with all his strength and continue to exhaust the enemy's horses and men. Then, he quickly retreated.
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