Although the explosion completely met Juliana's expected requirements, the entire cliff was blown up, and the road above and the cavalry slid down deep valley together. The original road turned into a wide stone slope. It can be concluded that if you want to build a road, it is definitely not something that may be done in one day or two days.

Even this lonely platform has no contact with any nearby mountains. If the road is interrupted, let alone attacking, they may have to worry about where the 5,000 people on the mountain will look for food to eat. Compared with the battle, how to avoid starving to death is the most important thing.

"Well, it seems good. Brothers, our work is done for the time being. Leave a sniper archer and a rifleman here to monitor us. We all went back to sleep. I really didn't expect that in such weather, the valley was still so cold, it's a hell!"

When everyone who was preparing for a battle was shocked when he saw the masterpiece arranged by Juliana. He didn't expect that the explosives were so powerful that they could actually collapse the long journey into such a long time. When they looked at Juliana's beautiful face, they seemed to see the devil.

In fact, Juliana happened to do one thing right, laying out explosion points on one side of the cliff. It would not take much explosives to create cracks. For the remaining problems, the weight of those roads would naturally expand the crack and cause landslides.

Relatively speaking, this kind of stone mountain range that looks strong is more likely to produce such an effect. Is it just a means? When the roar of the stones disappeared, the people falling along with the road disappeared completely, and they probably all had fallen into meat pies.

The two people were left behind probably just to monitor the people in the castle. Let them not try to repair the road, because they would be killed silently by the sniper archers. At this moment, the cavalry looked into the valley in panic, and then all retreated back to the castle on the top of the mountain.

Although Juliana's methods were a little cruel, for the soldiers, it doesn't matter whether the war was cruel. The most important thing is to be able to complete the task successfully and successfully save your life.

As Juliana easily solved the problem, Zhao Fubo's worries on the banks of the Po River allowed him to fight the enemy in front of him with all his might. For this reason, Juliana even evacuated the position with two crossbows because they were really not available here.

When the sun rises, the Po River rises with some thin mist due to the coolness of the night. This makes the other side of the river blurred. On the edge of the river bank, Zhao Fubo stands, holding a telescope and looking towards the other side of the river.

Behind him were cavalry, and behind him were large chariots. I didn’t know which carriage was equipped with crossbows and which were equipped with shells. The cavalry under Manfred protected both sides of the convoy, and in the middle were supply chariots pulled by four horses.

Last night, he returned to the camp at about 12 o'clock. Zhao Fubo, who had slept until the early morning, came and drove the camp to set off. And here, there were no shadows of the Yulin Army or the musketeers. Manfred held the telescope and did not look at the other side of the river, but searched everywhere.

"Brother, where are the musketeers and the Yulin Army?"

Zhao Fubo explained casually with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Hide it, and you don't have to look for it. If you find it, it means they didn't hide it well and they will be punished by military law when they turn back! Ambush is an ambush. If someone sees it, it's all a big deal!"

Manfred curled his lips in dissatisfaction. He had never seen an emperor as vulgar. But he didn't blame Zhao Fubo. Even if he was 10 times vulgar, no European monarch dared to criticize him. After all, the pistol is in his hands, so what if he is 10 times vulgar.

But soon, what Manfred saw made him forget what he was doing. Because Zhao Fubo's men began to demolish the floating bridge, but he never thought that the floating bridge could be demolished like this.

After the boards were picked up on the boats, Manfred understood it. There were some iron nail-like teeth at the end of the square wooden board above. The wooden board on the front had holes, and the long board sandwiched between the two square wooden boards also had holes. When connecting, it was estimated that the round holes were just aligned and the toothed mesh board on it was covered down, and then the connection was made.

Obviously, as long as there are enough wooden boats of two sizes underneath, they can be connected all the time. With the logged wooden stakes, it is estimated that no matter how wide the river is, it is impossible to stop the pace of this army.

This is not a magical place. As the wooden boards were removed, the boats were not taken back. Instead, they just relaxed the ropes so that they no longer had wooden boards. In this way, the other party would not be able to build a pontoon bridge.

"Is the floating bridge not completely removed?"

Zhao Fubo glanced at it, shook his head, and explained casually.

"What are you doing when you dismantled it? I'll use it tonight!"

This time Manfred stopped talking. It seems that Zhao Fubo still didn't plan to let the other party sleep tonight. If he had been going on for several days, he might be energetic if the other party wanted to fight.

"Damn it, this is not a fair duel, and the Orientals do not pursue the spirit of chivalry at all!"

Yes, Zhao Fubo, who had long transformed the spirit of chivalry into a "gentlemanly demeanor", generally speaking, only used that kind of thing to deal with girls, to the enemy...

After looking at it for a while, there was no movement on this section of the river bank. It seemed that the nighttime action did not cause the pontoon bridge to be discovered by the other party.

"Okay, let's leave. I guess the Milan crusaders always have to cross the river at the ferry. They don't bring so many boats with them. Even if they take them, I think they were almost burning last night. They should have appeared at the ferry!"

As the sun rose, the Milan army's forward did not arrive at the ferry by the river until noon. It can be seen that in order to maintain the strength of the forward, they even supplemented the forward. Although their armor also looked bright in the early autumn sun, no matter how they looked, they always felt that the people on the opposite side seemed to be lacking in spirit.

"It seems that this bastard and his men tortured those people last night. Otherwise..."

Manfred was right. Although Bishop Francis, who was riding on the horse at this moment, put down his armor. But he often leaned his head back from time to time. People knew that it was yawning. Moreover, he was not the only one in the entire army yawning, and almost everyone on the horse looked like that.

But the infantry seemed to be a little better. They had been rushing around, but they didn't seem to be sleepy. But if they wanted to go closer, they would find that their eyes were full of blood.
Chapter completed!