Arrows were coming and going, it was extremely bloody, and the number of corpses on the river was increasing at an alarming speed, which was shocking.

"Get out of the way!" A shout came from behind.

The yellow-headed soldiers crowded in front didn't know what to do. In desperation, someone rushed forward and jumped along the gap.

This place is less than ten steps away from the west bank. The river is not very deep, but the silt is really annoying and makes it difficult to walk.

The Huns took the opportunity and fired arrows one after another, killing all the strong men who jumped into the water.

The craftsmen have arrived at the fracture.

The sword and shield bearers raised their large shields and covered them tightly, leaving no gaps.

The craftsmen were sweating profusely as they lowered the wooden boat into the river, temporarily fixed it with hemp rope, and then laid it with wooden boards.

After a while, the shield bearers shouted and rushed ashore on the rickety planks.

On the pontoon bridge, there was a long line of torches as far as the eye could see. Taking advantage of the enemy's unstable morale and continuous rebellion, countless sergeants bravely rushed to the west bank of the Yellow River, killed the enemy troops outside the city, and firmly defended the bridgehead.

The morale of the Huns was indeed very low. The yellow-headed army that had just washed ashore was only more than 300 people, and the black-headed army was only more than a hundred people. However, there was no infantry to stop them, and there was no preparation to rush them into the river.
Chapter completed!