Three days.

It took less than three days from the time the Paratu engineers shouted a trumpet and carried the first pile-driven boat into the Styx to the ambushing of the timber convoy.

Eighty wooden piles were cut and the bridge deck was laid less than twenty meters away. The countermeasures of the white lion came.

The interceptor of the convoy was like a starting gun, and the Hud cavalry broke into pieces and began to launch endless attacks on the Paratu logging team.

Paratu's cavalry fought nine times a day, and they chased and fought with the Heds like "dogs chasing rabbits", but still could not stop the enemy's infiltration into this coniferous forest.

Winters' team also suffered a raid.

More than twenty Hurd light cavalry led the war horses and quietly touched the logging field, but they never thought they would be knocked out by the whistle released by Winters.

The sentry whistled and warned, and bought time for his comrades.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the Hudders simply took the horse to attack, but ended up hitting the angry Centurion Montane.

The latter was cutting down a tree, and suddenly heard a whistle, wearing a single dress, carrying an axe, and rushing over.

The red feather on the head was killed by an axe, and the remaining Heds were chased and cut to the edge of the forest.

The Hurds did not leave any wounds for Winters, and ran around in the woods, which made him lose his fortune.

When Winters returned to the logging field, his clothes had been scraped into pieces by needles and branches, and his upper body was covered with bloodstains like cats.

Charles quickly boiled water and melted the salt to clean Winters' wounds.

The body of the warning sentry was retrieved. He was a very honest farmer, whose head and body had been separated by a scimitar.

"Cut down!" Winters was furious: "Cut down the Hurds' heads! Hang the corpse onto the tree! Nail! Nail onto the tree!"

The militia acted, and with the strongest hatred, they chopped off Heard's dead head and burned it with fire.

They strictly followed the centurion's orders and hammered the dead enemies into the tree with thick iron nails.

The headless corpse was nailed all the way from the logging field to the edge of the forest.

After that, the Montane logging team was never attacked again.

But not every logging team is so brave and good at fighting.

Some logging teams defeated the Hudders; some logging teams fought in a melee, and the Hudders retreated by themselves; and some logging teams were completely destroyed, and when the reinforcements arrived, they only found the dead everywhere.

The next day, two infantry brigades and two cavalry squadrons drove into the "Bridge Forest".

[Note: Because the wood in this forest is used to build bridges, it is called a bridge forest by soldiers]

The commander of this detachment was an acquaintance of Winters, Lieutenant Colonel Robert.

Winters was called by Robert at the first time. The Lieutenant Colonel wanted to know the specific situation of each logging team, and also wanted to hear Winters' thoughts.

"Before building in the middle of the bridge forest, the logging teams set out from the camp and logged in all directions." Winters had nothing to say, but he just said what he said again: "The logging team cut trees along the way and left a road behind him. In this way, no matter where there are police, the cavalry can quickly support him."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert nodded repeatedly and asked, "You have fought, what is the will of the barbarian to fight?"

"It's just that. The size of the two ten-husband teams is suitable for the Hudders to play. But after all, they have few people, and as long as the logging team makes up their minds to resist, the Hudders can't help. The key is that the morale of the auxiliary soldiers was smashed to pieces in the [War of the Name Valley], which is now unusable. The militia who did not participate in the War of the Name Valley dared to fight."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert pondered and asked again: "What do you think of giving each logging team two tents of soldiers?"

At first glance, Winters only felt absurd: Isn't this dispersing troops?

But after thinking about it carefully, it might be feasible.

Compared to the Heard attackers, the logging team has a clear numerical advantage.

But they need the existence of a backbone to give full play to their number of advantages.

There are eighteen logging teams left now, and each team has two tents of troops, and the total number is less than one brigade, and there is still one brigade left to defend the camp.

Even if troops are needed to send rescue, cavalry will be dispatched and infantry will not be dispatched.

"Okay, I think it's OK!" Winters agreed, adding: "Select capable sergeants to lead troops into various teams. With them supporting them, the militia will not collapse at once."

"Okay, that's it." Lieutenant Colonel Robert patted Winters on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "No matter what tricks the barbarians have, we will be the generals to block the water and soil, and we will fight them out when we see the moves."

In front of his familiar superior, Winters couldn't help it. He said dissatisfiedly: "The headquarters should have sent troops here long ago!"

Lieutenant Colonel Robert comforted him kindly: "The old man wants to build a bridge and guard against the large army of barbarians. If it were me, I would not be willing to take the risk of separating troops. Different positions have different considerations. Besides, didn't he send me here?"

"What's the big deal about the Hurds?"

"No." Lieutenant Colonel Robert shook his head: "They went down the camp thirty miles away, very careful. The whistle and horsemen were spread all over the land, and our scouts couldn't get through."

There were only Robert and Winters in the military tent, and the conversation was in private.

Winters was as calm as possible—but still got a three-point angry point: "I am just a centurion, a Venetta, and no one paid attention to you. You speak in the army with weight, and there is something I want to tell you."

Lt. Robert said, "Why no one pays attention? Alpad gave you all his wine pot. When Jeska mentioned that guy who had offended people in three sentences, he praised you. You had anything you want to say, you can say it."

The branches crackled in the brazier, bringing a little warmth in winter.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska praised himself behind his back? Winters could hardly imagine that because one-eyed Lieutenant Colonel rarely gave Winters a good face in front of him. To be precise, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska did not give him a good face.

But Winters is concerned about another thing now, and he simply said: "Lieutenant Colonel, you Palatus people lack attention to 'water' and even more lack of awareness of 'navy'. You are used to riding horses, but Paratu also has many great rivers. If you bring a fleet over here, you will never fall into the danger of today."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert was confused and thought deeply when he heard the words of the Venetta.

Winters punched the leg hard and spoke quickly: "The most urgent task is not to build bridges, but to build ships! The Styx not only blocked us, but also cut off the exchanges of the Hudds. The Hudds did not have a sampan, and even if we only had twenty small boats, the Hudds on the other side were all alone and dead! We were trapped on the west coast, and we were afraid. The Hudds were trapped on the east coast, so he was not afraid?

Don’t forget, the Hudds have cannons! The Legion headquarters is now dedicated to building bridges. But if we can’t control the water and let the Hudds on the west coast send the cannons to the east coast, what’s the use of building the bridge faster? Then something big will happen!"

Lieutenant Colonel Robert was slightly stunned: "Didn't the barbarian's artillery have been destroyed by us?"

"Who knows if they still have them?" Winters became more and more impatient: "The water surface is less than two hundred meters wide, and even a pound of rotating cannons like a large musket can easily hit from the east coast to the west coast. If I were the Hurds, I would transport the cannons to the east coast at any cost! Just the bridge is directly opposite the bridge! I bombard the pile drivers day and night, and sank all the pile drivers! Just those broken rafts, one was launched into the water, and one was sunk!"

The cold wind blew into the tent, and the flames rolled violently in the iron basin, just like Winters's mood.

"I'm glad you're not a barbarian now." Lieutenant Colonel Robert asked with a wry smile: "Did you tell the headquarters about these?"

"I made a report to the headquarters the day before yesterday, but the muddy bulls entered the sea and there was no reply."

"Didn't you tell Jeska?"

"I was sent out to cut down trees the day before yesterday. If you didn't come today, I would go to find Lieutenant Colonel Jeska."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert supported his knees with his hands and said seriously: "If the Hurds moved the cannon to the other side, the bridge would not need to be repaired. Don't worry, I will go directly to Colonel Bode and let him meet the old man."

"I won't worry if you are here." Winters' breathing was a little more relaxed: "We don't have a boat, nor the Hurds. No need to have more, twenty paddling boats are enough to control the water."

"It's a pity that I know nothing about water war. When I have the chance, you must talk to me more about water war and ships."

"Actually, I don't understand either." Winters remembered another old friend: "There is a captain named Spell, the expert in galleon combat in the Venetta Navy. If I have the chance, I would like to recommend him to you."

"Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Robert laughed: "A word is certain."

...

The Palatus first cut out a clearing in the forest, and then built a front camp with cut down trees - also known as the Bridge Forest Camp.

It is easy to obtain building materials, and eighteen logging teams rushed over to help. The construction of the Qiaolin Camp has made rapid progress and it is almost completed in one day.

Because of the use of a large amount of wood, the fortifications in the Qiaolin Camp are even stronger than those in the camp dominated by earth walls.

The logging team, plus the two infantry brigades and two cavalry brigades brought by Lieutenant Colonel Robert, had a total of more than 3,000 men and more than 500 horses.

[Note: War horses and horses, pack horses]

The camp was built on the scale of a standard army camp, and it was more than enough to accommodate these men.

In addition to the camp itself, Lieutenant Colonel Robert also plans to build a series of sentry towers to provide early warning.

But those can only be discussed tomorrow.

After working all day, Winters was extremely tired and just wanted to have a good sleep.

The Qiaolin Camp was basically completed, and various logging teams moved into the camp from the field.

Although they are still building tents, there are trenches around them, so it is better to protect the wall than to sleep in the wild.

Finally, he patroled the camp and returned to his military tent in three steps.

It was already night, and Winters forced himself to make a fuss and hurriedly wrote "Miss Navare, I cut down the trees all day today", and then quickly got into the blanket.

Almost as soon as he lay down, Winters fell asleep.

...

Winters walked into a bathroom, and several classical beauties with blurred faces and slim figures came over and reached out to take off his clothes.

He was startled and pulled his bathrobe tightly.

Seeing that the beauty could not take off Winters' clothes, she came over to kiss his cheek.

"Don't do this!" Winters leaned back desperately, but there was a wall behind him, which made him unable to move.

The beauty began to lick Winters, starting from her chin, moving little by little towards her cheekbones.

Winters had only one thought in his mind: "Oh my God! Why did she drool so much?"

He reached out to wipe his saliva, and then woke up from his dream.

Winters was frightened to death and almost directly shot a cleavage.

Someone who didn't know what was licking him.
To be continued...