"Don't run, don't run, our bed crossbow has begun to fight back!" Several Great Sui generals who were responsible for building the pontoon bridge, under the protection of their own soldiers, shouted loudly at the panicked craftsmen and people.

At this time, with the order of the general of the Left Guard, Yuwenshu, more than 100 crossbow beds were fired at the same time, and more than 500 crossbow arrows flew over the heads of the craftsmen and people who were messing around in the Liao River.

The next moment, the Goguryeo soldiers on the other side of the river also let out a miserable scream.

In order to fight this battle, Yang Guang has disregarded the life and death of the people of the Great Sui, and in recent years he has forced the counties and counties to scrape the ground, I don't know how much harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes have been collected, and many of them have been used in armaments.

The Goguryeo soldiers began to scream, and the crossbow arrows that attacked the craftsmen and Minzhuang suddenly became much thinner, and some of the craftsmen and Minzhuang who tried to escape back were shot by their own soldiers, and the remaining Minzhuang and the craftsmen had to continue to keep their heads down, risking death to tie the bamboo poles and wooden stakes used to build the pontoon bridge with ropes, and at the same time secretly prayed in their hearts for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas that the crossbow arrows of the Goguryeo people would not fall on them.

Prayers were obviously useless, although the Goguryeo people continued to be killed and wounded, they recognized the people who attacked the pontoon bridge in the river, although there were only more than a hundred bed crossbows, and because they were affected by the bed crossbow shots of the Great Sui, but every shot, they could take the lives of dozens of Sui people in the river.

And whenever the number of people in the river is small, there will be soldiers who will immediately forcibly drive the prepared people and craftsmen into the river to make up the number, Yang Guang has not looked at the life and death of these people and craftsmen from beginning to end, his eyes have been staring at the ever-lengthening pontoon bridge.

In Yang Guang's eyes, these people and craftsmen are all ants, or just a number.

But not everyone is like Yang Guang, many generals and soldiers watched their people being shot by the Goguryeo, their eyes were red, their hearts were murderous, and they held their breath, just waiting for the pontoon bridge to pass, and then they killed the opposite side and killed all the Goguryeo people.

The general Mai Tie Staff is one of them, he has a hot temper, he was born a thief, and he used to kill people like mustard, he is not a kind person, but at this time he wants to kill all the Goguryeo people on the other side.

The long crossbow is in the air, the wind is bleak, the blood blooms like a lotus, and life withers like a residual lotus.

The millions of ants of the Great Sui army gathered on the west bank of the Liao River, watching the Liao River slowly turn red. They can't help, there is no master to order, and even if they can help, they can't move.

"The speed is too slow, don't let the craftsmen die again, the more people die will affect the speed." At a certain moment, Yang Guang found that the speed of building the pontoon bridge was slowing down, and snorted dissatisfiedly.

Yu Wenshu immediately responded, and he ordered the mobilization of 200 Eight Bull Crossbows, which were originally used to siege the city, and personally commanded the shooting.

"Pull!" Yu Wenshu, the general of the left guard, held his sword high, majestic.

"Pull ......," dozens of pro-soldiers shouted in unison. At the sound of the trumpet, ten soldiers pulled the ropes of the cattle at the same time, and ten stupid horses slowly moved forward. The crossbow arm creaked in protest and was slowly pulled into a half-arc, and the three strong men lifted a giant crossbow and stuck it the crossbow trough.

Hundreds, thousands of crossbowmen repeated the same movements, and more than a hundred iron-clad giant crossbows dazzled and chilled in the sun.

"Put!" Yu Wenshu personally ordered loudly.

"Whew!" A hundred spears of death made a piercing sound and disappeared from the Eight Ox crossbows, almost as if teleporting, sweeping across the river and plunging into the phalanx of Goguryeo soldiers.

The shields raised by the first row of Goguryeo soldiers were instantly shattered, and the soldiers behind them were shot to death.

"Put!" Yu Wenshu divided the two hundred eight-bull crossbows into two waves, one wave was fired, and the other wave was immediately fired. This is naturally correct, because after one wave, the Goguryeo people will inevitably panic, and the second wave will only kill more.

Sure enough, the second wave of crossbows. The guns constantly smashed the second row of shields of the Goguryeos, shooting the soldiers in the back, and there were also two dozen crossbows. The gun pierced through the loopholes exposed by the Goguryeo people in the panic and shot the Goguryeo people who were operating the bed crossbow, which immediately caused even more panic among the Goguryeo people.

This kind of eight-bull crossbow is about the same power as the long-range strong crossbow of Wang Junlin's forces, but the eight-ox crossbow requires thirteen soldiers and ten horses to work together, but the long-range strong crossbow only needs three people, and the accuracy is higher, and the shooting speed is faster.

The frequency of the Goguryeo ballista launch was instantly disrupted, and the pontoon bridge built by the craftsmen of the Great Sui and Minzhuang with their lives extended forward little by little.

It didn't take long for the Goguryeo people to reorganize again, and with the remaining ballistas, they continued to attack the craftsmen and Minzhuang of the Great Sui who built the pontoon bridge, and Yuwenshu once again ordered to shoot and suppress with bed crossbows and eight-ox crossbows......

With the passage of time, seeing that the pontoon bridge was about to be erected, the Goguryeo people seemed to be in a hurry, and began to shoot the Sui people who built the pontoon bridge like crazy, plus the distance was shortened, the Goguryeo people could shoot with bows and arrows, and for a time the Sui craftsmen and Minda began to die.

"Come on, push the bed crossbow onto the pontoon bridge and push the Goguryeo people away!" Yu Wenshu ordered loudly, I have to say that he has fought for half a lifetime, he still has a lot of experience, and his command is also very timely and decisive.

With Yu Wenshu's order, the left guard soldiers pushed the bed crossbow onto the unfinished pontoon bridge with their shoulders and hands, narrowed the distance and began to shoot the Goguryeo people, forcing the Goguryeo people to continue to shoot the Sui people who built the pontoon bridge, and had to retreat backwards.

I don't know when it started, this river has become blood-red, and it is getting redder and thicker, and Li Yuan, who was standing in the crowd, secretly calculated that more than 5,000 people and craftsmen had been shot to death.

At this time, the Sui people of the construction shouted sadly, and tied the stalks and wood to the end of the bridge one by one. They didn't know why His Majesty the Emperor wanted to fight Liaodong, and they didn't have the pride and ambition to make a name for themselves right away.

In fact, if they win today's battle, they will make the first contribution, but everyone knows that at most, let them have a full meal, no one will think of them pariahs when they talk about merit, they are also used to it, and they have never had the luxury of this, they just want to be able to live humblely.

After more than four hours and half a day, the pontoon bridge was finally erected.

Yang Guang nodded with satisfaction, and praised Yu Wenshu, who organized the counterattack, and Yu Wenkai, who was responsible for building the bridge, without mentioning the thousands of people and craftsmen who died to build the pontoon bridge, as if the death of these people was a matter of course in his eyes.