Iron Powder and Spellcaster

After twelve days of testing and harassment, the battle on the banks of the River Styx entered its most critical moment almost as soon as it started.

It seemed that the white lion was driving the Platos into a desperate situation, but in fact the Platoons also strangled the white lion by the throat.

There is a big river in front of you, and there are chasing troops behind you. There is no way to the sky, and there is no door to the earth. No matter who decides, Plato's army is completely finished.

Hunger and desperation would be enough to overwhelm the Heds without taking action.

But who could have imagined that the Platoans would build a bridge across the Styx River.

The Hud people are not animals that drink blood from their hair. They have seen bridges and have their own bridges.

But on a vast and sacred river like Kurvalea, a bridge was created with unstoppable momentum - this completely refreshed the Hed people's understanding.

Once the Palatuan people reach the other side as an organization, nothing can stop them from returning home.

Then the price paid by the White Lions, Chihe people and even the Hede tribes was equivalent to turning them into a handful of fly ashes.

Therefore, the White Lion's determination to destroy the Platuan people is as firm as the Plattuan people's determination to return home.

The Platuan people were desperate to survive, forcing the White Lion to burn his boat.

Colonel Haugwitz said, "The barbarians have no boats, but they can build two rafts from the sky." He was only half right.

It is true that the barbarians did not have boats, but cats had cat tracks and dogs had dog tracks. The Hed people also had a unique tool for crossing the river-skin rafts.

Peel off the entire cowhide or sheepskin, blow in air, and tie the holes tightly to create a natural air bag. The air bag is tied to a wooden frame to create a raft.

It is best to use old bull skin or old ram sheep skin for the leather bag. The older the teeth of the cattle and sheep are, the thicker the skin will be. The most difficult part is peeling off the skin. Even if there is a small break, the entire skin will be useless.

The peeled skin has to go through processes such as depilation, oiling, and exposure to the sun before it can be made into a "skin body."

The preservation of leather tires is more troublesome. It must be preserved, prevented from drying out, dried in the sun, and sprayed with water and oil.

Precisely because of its simple structure, the requirements for craftsmanship are higher.

Since three years ago, White Lion has been secretly preparing a raft. Today, there are more than 3,000 sheepskin fetuses in reserve.

Sackler was right. Even though he thought he had overestimated the White Lion, in fact he still underestimated his opponent.

If there is no bridge, the White Lion can continue to pursue even if a small number of people can be brought to the east bank of the Styx just by relying on the transportation capacity of the ship.

But with the bridge, the situation is completely different. The carrying capacity of the bridge was far greater than that of the ship, and the Huds could not even "attack the enemy halfway across the crossing".

If the Palatine army is allowed to remain organized across the river, the Herds will not be able to do anything to them even if they reach the east bank.

The white lion must destroy the bridge, otherwise all efforts will be wasted.

So the White Lion has also reached a dead end - although most Plato officers are not aware of this yet, they will soon understand.

Haugwitz despised rafts. Twelve sheepskin tires were tied into a raft and could not carry more than three or four people.

But what if it were a hundred sheepskin fetuses? Where are the thousand sheepskin fetuses?

The Platuan people's bridge is very imaginative, but imagination... the Hurd Barbarians also have it.

If anyone thinks that the white lion expects driftwood to break down the bridge piles, then he is really underestimating him.

The driftwood is only used to pull out the dragon-slaying sword. Now that the last barrier has been broken, the next step is the fire ship.

Two thousand sheepskin tires were tied into two giant rafts, carrying all the fire starters that the Hurds could collect, and crashed into the bridge with indomitable momentum.

The giant rafts are like castles on the water, and even the piling boats look extremely small in front of them.

Either the Plattus will die or the Hedians will die in vain, and the White Lion will make a move.

There was no need for Sackler to give orders. Every drummer in Plato was beating the drums hard.

The oarsmen on the boat used all their strength to drive the boat quickly towards the "fire raft".

The boat threw out its hook and line in an attempt to drag the raft away.

But there were also barbarian archers and oarsmen on the raft. As soon as the iron hook was attached to the raft, it was cut off by a machete.

A brave Plato soldier jumped onto the raft, and three sharp scimitars swung at him, cutting him down in the blink of an eye.

But he also bought his comrades time, and three other Plato soldiers seized the opportunity to jump on the raft.

The Plattus wielding oars and the barbarians wielding machetes fought on the rickety rafts, and the musketeers on the boats and the archers on the rafts shot each other in the head.

Both sides have become red-blooded. At this moment, either you die or I die. There is no reason whatsoever.

Only by fighting with your life can you have a chance of survival.

The scimitars left horrific wounds on the unarmored Platoan soldiers.

As long as the barbarian wearing armor is pushed into the water, he will sink to the bottom in an instant, without even a chance to struggle.

The musketeers from the shore finally arrived. The lead pellets hit the people on the raft head-on and face-to-face without distinguishing between friend and foe. In the darkness, only the screams of some people could be heard.

"Stop fighting! We've hit one of our own!" the people on the boat shouted at the top of their lungs.

But the people on the shore ignored him and continued to fire deadly volleys into the raft.

These two huge rafts were so big that it would be meaningless to hit them with lead, and even if they punctured one or two sheepskin tires, they would not be able to sink them at all.

On the raft, half of the Hittites and Plattus were trying their best to kill each other, while the other half of the Hittites and Platts were rowing in different directions.

The shouts, roars and screams in the two languages ​​blended into one sound, like a painful beast wailing in the darkness.

Drawing a circle with the bridge as the center and a radius of one kilometer, there would be at least tens of thousands of Hedians and Platoans within this range.

But the real battlefield is actually only as big as two giant rafts and twelve small boats.

Victory or defeat - if there is such a thing as victory - depends entirely on the battle on the water.

Water, which seems to be a harmless substance for humans and animals, has turned into a chasm at this moment.

Whether it was the Platuan people or the Hedians on the other side, as long as they stood on the shore, they could only watch everything happen.

Two armies that have never paid much attention to water battles are now deciding the outcome of a water battle. There is nothing more absurd, ridiculous, and something that makes people feel powerless from the bottom of their hearts.

Both sides had lost control of the giant raft, but that was exactly what the White Lion wanted.

The Hurds did not need to control the giant rafts at all, it was enough to let them flow down the river.

In the desperate sight of the Platoans, the two water castles sailed unstoppably towards the bridge.

"boom!"

Because of the desperate obstruction of the Plato soldiers, the barbarians on the first raft didn't even have time to light the fire, so they crashed into the bridge piles.

The bridge stood tremblingly like an old man carrying a heavy load, and it actually withstood the impact.

At the same time, the Palatine engineers were racing against time to demolish the bridge, desperately wielding axes to chop down the road they had worked so hard to build.

The viper stings the hand, and the strong man relieves his wrist. Only by abandoning part of the bridge can the remaining bridge be preserved.

The burning second giant raft crashed into the previous one, and several bridge piles were instantly uprooted.

Those still on the bridge staggered, and one engineer was even thrown off the bridge.

The bridge actually held up once again. The bridge piles facing the impact had broken away from the river bed, and other bridge piles were also tilted.

It's like pulling the roots of a plant out of the soil. Half of the roots have been torn off, but half of the roots are still holding on to the soil and refusing to let go.

Both giant rafts were engulfed in flames, and the flames were spreading towards the bridge. The engineers who demolished the bridge fled.

Colonel Laszlo ignored the obstruction of others and jumped onto the tilted bridge.

Everyone was running to the shore, only Laszlo walked against the flow of people to the bridge.

He picked up the ax of the sapper who fell into the water, and struck the bridge heavily again and again.

The escaping engineers also came back one after another. They picked up their axes and followed Laszlo to destroy the bridge.

The engineers chopped and then roared, as if to drive all the fear away from their chests.

When the last rigid connection was severed, the approximately 40-meter-long bridge body—the part that was struck and burned—detached from the bridge and was pushed downstream by the burning raft.

The situation was like a child leaving its mother. Many people present swore that they heard a sigh from the bridge.

While the Palatuan people desperately tried to save their bridge, the White Lion launched an attack on the camps in the southern and northern highlands.

The cavalry unit led by Arpad also encountered an unknown number of enemy troops, and the two sides engaged in a melee in the dark. Lance against lance, steel sword against steel sword.

The White Lion has stirred up a storm, and the quietest place turned out to be the Bridge Forest Camp where Winters was.

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[During the Anti-Japanese War, Lanzhou raft farmer Wang Xinchen used sheepskin rafts to transport fuel to Chongqing. A total of 2,000 sheepskin tires were used to build 5 giant rafts, carrying 300 tons of gasoline. Later generations called it "raft racing against warships\