The patrol boat on the Styx was the first to warn.

The rolling things in the river sometimes sink and float at an extremely fast speed, and they flew across the boat and approached the bridge.

The bridge is not afraid of the barbarians' fireboats - this is the unanimous opinion reached by the discussion at the bridge headquarters.

"Want to use the fireboat plan?" Colonel Haugwitz said disdainfully at the meeting: "The barbarians must have a boat first!"

Shipbuilding generally requires wood, nails, glue and seals. The components of the seals vary according to the properties in each place.

The Venetta people mostly use asphalt, while the Union people like to use grass grey tung oil.

The material conditions are quite easy to solve, but craftsmen who are proficient in shipbuilding will not fall from the sky.

Even a "canoe" that seems to lack the most technical content, does not require glue or nails, will reach an astonishing level of demand for craftsmen's skills and labor hours.

Who can't chop someone with a knife?

However, the Paratu army was able to build furnaces and melt iron, use hydraulic sawing wood to set up a river-crossing bridge under the enemy's nose.

As for the Hurds... Colonel Haugwitz said: "It would be good to get two rafts."

This is the gap in engineering capabilities.

Winters is also optimistic about the threat from the water.

Shipbuilding is indeed not easy. If it were easy to build a ship, the Palatus would have been crossing the river by boat.

With all the troops and their men and materials, they only created twelve ten-person paddling boats that could barely leak. They were nicknamed by the soldiers, called [Twelve Apostles].

Even if he wanted to weave a raft, the white lion had to get the ropes and iron nails first. The most important thing was that he could not find the wood.

Within a radius of fifty miles, there is no second forest outside the bridge forest.

In order not to give the white lion an opportunity to take advantage of, even several unsophisticated groves were burned by Alpad and others.

This is also the reason why the Paratus must build bridges here.

In addition, Sekler also laid three lines of defense on the water.

Even if the white lion can get out the raft, he has to break through three lines of defense before he can touch the bridge pile.

The dark shadows in the water swept through the Paratu ship quickly, and the first line of defense was easily broken through.

The thing was so fast that the camp's musketeers had not yet arrived, and only the sentries along the coast fired a few shots at it.

So the second line of defense did not work either.

The black shadow was like a giant snake shuttled through the water, rushing towards the bridge.

Winters sweated coldly now, and it all depends on whether the third line of defense can take effect.

The moonlight is hazy, and the black shadows are floating in the water.

Winters couldn't see clearly at all, and he could only barely see the distance between the black shadow and the bridge pile getting closer.

"Dong!"

There was a dull loud noise.

The black shadow in the water hit the [Dragon Sword] in front of the bridge pile.

Dragon Sword - This is the name of monk Reed.

The Selicars often compare rivers to dragons, and the name of the Dragon Slaying Sword is poetic and majestic. Winters thinks it sounds very nice and learns to call it this way.

The engineers of the Paratu called it [water-dividing pile].

That is, another wooden pile is laid two or three meters upstream of the bridge pile, and an inverted V-shaped water dividing board is installed on the wooden pile.

The turbulent water flow will be divided into two by the Dragon Sword, and the impact on the bridge pile will be weakened.

Usually, the Dragon Sword is responsible for reducing the erosion of water flow on bridge piles.

Once attacked, the Dragon Sword is a city wall on the water.

If you attack from the water, you must first destroy the Dragon Sword before you can get close to the main body of the bridge without any obstacles.

But if you want to set up a boat and pull out the Dragon Sword, you have to face the rain of bullets shot from the bridge and on the shore.

This is the third line of defense.

[Note: There is no rope between the water-dividing piles and iron chains are connected. Otherwise, one water-dividing pile will be pulled out, and other water-dividing piles will be taken away.]

The black shadow collided firmly with the Dragon Sword. The latter tilted suddenly, but it was like a boxer who was hit head-on, tenaciously refused to fall.

The shadow was bounced away and headed downstream.

The Palatus on the shore, including Winters, all the soldiers, all breathed a sigh of relief.

The third line of defense still plays its due role.

But soon, Winters' smile frozes at the corner of his mouth.

He saw that the dragon-slashing sword that was hit by the crook seemed to be under some huge force and was slowly pouring down the direction of the water flow.

Accompanied by the exclaims of the soldiers on the bridge, the Dragon Sword was uprooted and hit the bridge pier hard, and then headed downstream.

The outstanding lieutenant Varga pointed to the upstream and exclaimed: "Look! Come! More!"

It turned out that the black shadow just now was just a outpost, and countless black shadows were rushing towards the bridge in groups.

"Did the barbarian still raise monsters in the river?" Lieutenant Colonel Robert was shocked and angry.

His subordinates didn't know how to answer, and there was a dead silence on the shore, and only the torrents rustled.

"I get it!" Winters hit the thigh hard. The force was so strong that he was shocked.

Winters, however, was completely unaware of the pain and gritted his teeth and stared at the water: "Wooden raft! The white lion is about to release the raft to crush the bridge! No wonder! No wonder General Alpad goes north!"

"Wooden raft? How could that thing be a wooden raft!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert frowned.

"If it's really a wooden raft, it's easier to deal with. Two small boats can kill all the people who release the raft! I don't know what it should be called." Winters grabbed the reins and gestured to his colleagues: "That thing in the river is a tree! The white lion must connect two or more trees with ropes and iron chains, and then put them down from the upstream."

"[Angry swear words]!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert was keen and could only be clear at a glance. He cursed with a rare slightest curse: "Look at this barbarian! [Viral adjective]!"

The other officers were still confused and didn't understand what the meaning was.

Winters held the reins with both hands and used the horse's neck as a bridge pile, continuing to explain: "A single piece of wood is likely to float directly between the bridge piles. The two trees rushed down from the upstream with ropes. Even if the strength is not enough to knock down the water-dividing pile, the bridge pile can drag the wooden pile down. It's like pulling a net in the river! This trick is useless for pontoon bridges, and it is specially used to deal with bridge piles!"

When it comes to this, other officers suddenly realized.

But the means of seeing through the white lion were useless. They stood on the shore and could only worry.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert sent Valga to report everything Lieutenant Montane said to the headquarters.

Winters also thought of two countermeasures: one, use a small boat to pull the net on the river and drag away the driftwood; the other, send soldiers who know the water to the river and cut off the ropes hanging on the bridge piles - the white lion should have no capital to use iron ropes.

In a hurry, he could only come up with these two solutions. Winters said without any confidence: "There may be a capable person at the headquarters that I have already thought of what I said."

"Don't worry about these." Lieutenant Colonel Robert simply: "I'll report it."

The ever-changing battle situation made Winters feel a severe headache.

When he was internship in the Revenge Fleet, people arranged things on the ship and at sea properly, and he was qualified if he didn't vomit into the cabin.

A large number of naval officers in Veneta were better than him in surface combat, but he was a land duck who had not even learned to swim.

At this moment, Winters misses the loyal enemy of the Veneta Army, the Veneta Navy.

If Captain Speyer and Adjutant Cage were here, should he come up with better solutions?

It was useless to think too much, Winters shook his head and tried to empty his mind.

"Let's go!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert pulled the reins and turned around: "Our responsibility is to keep the camp carefully and not let the Hurds take advantage of the chaos. Others will be responsible for the matters on the water."

The officers followed one after another.

A centurion muttered dissatisfiedly: "If they can't protect the bridge, our hard work will be in vain..."

"A man cannot do everything, trust your colleagues." Lieutenant Colonel Robert said without looking back: "I trust them, just as I trust you."

Winters chewed this sentence and remembered what General Nareshaw said during the Naval Battle of Lighthouse Harbor, "Veneta hopes that everyone will perform their duties."

The army does not rely on one person or a centurion to fight. In any case, he can still trust his seniors, seniors and even generals.

Thinking of this, Winters calmed down.

After exploring the situation, everyone rushed back to Qiaolin Camp.

The 100-man teams had already gathered, and the camp was pitch black and there was no sign of the Hurds appearing.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert suddenly sighed heavily: "Now... it depends on Alpad's ability."

All centurions don't understand why.

"The Styx River channel is tortuous, and the Heds will never be too far away from the 'rows' upstream. Otherwise, all the 'things' will be washed ashore."

A centurion asked, "Just now General Alpad brought his troops from the camp to deal with the Heds in the upper reaches?"

"I guess that's the case." Lieutenant Colonel Robert frowned.

"Where did the barbarian get the wood?" Winters couldn't figure it out: "Aren't the woods around us cleaned up?"

"I don't know either." The lieutenant colonel held the whip tightly, angry, helpless and unwilling to say: "The white lion is not an ordinary barbarian, we... still underestimate him!"
To be continued...