After twelve days of temptation and harassment, the battle on the banks of the Styx almost started, and the most critical moment was reached.

It seemed that the white lion forced the Paratu into a desperate situation, but in fact the Paratu also strangled the white lion's throat.

There is a big river in front and a pursuer behind. There is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. No matter who can judge, the Palatu army is completely finished.

If the Hurds do nothing, hunger and despair will be enough to crush them.

But who would have thought that the Palatus people would build a bridge on the Styx.

The Huds are not animals that eat raw meat and drink blood. They have seen bridges and have their own bridges.

But on a vast and sacred river like Kurvalia, a bridge was transformed with an unstoppable momentum - which completely refreshed the Hed people's cognition.

Once the Palatus arrived on the other side in a unified manner, nothing could stop them from going home.

Then the price paid by the White Lion, the Chihe people and even the Hede tribes is equal to turning them into a handful of ashes.

Therefore, the White Lion's determination to eliminate the Paratus was as firm as the Palatus' determination to return home.

The Palatou people were desperate to survive, forcing the white lion to burn their boats.

Colonel Haugwitz said, "The barbarians have no ships, and they can make two rafts at the top of the sky." He was only half right.

The barbarians do not have a boat, but cats have cat paths, dogs have dog paths, and the Heds also have a unique tool for crossing the river - leather rafts.

Peel off the entire cowhide and sheepskin, blow in the air, tighten the hole and make a natural airbag. When the airbag is tied to the wooden frame, it is a raft.

It is best to use the skin for the husband's cow skin and the husband's ram skin. The older the teeth of the cow and sheep, the thicker the skin will be. The most difficult part is skin peeling. Even if there is a small broken hole, the whole skin will be invalid.

The peeled skin must be processed through hair removal, oil brushing, exposure to the sun and other processes before it can be made into a "skin tire".

The preservation of leather tires is even more troublesome. It needs to be anti-corrosion, drying, and applying oil.

It is precisely because of the simple structure that the requirements for technology are higher.

Since three years ago, the white lion has been secretly preparing the raft. To this day, there are more than 3,000 sheepskin feces in stock.

Sekler was right. Even though he thought he had overestimated the White Lion, he actually underestimated his opponent.

If there is no bridge, and the capacity of the ship alone can lead a small number of people to the east bank of the Styx, the white lion can continue to pursue it.

But with the bridge, the situation is completely different. The bridge's capacity is far better than that of a ship, and the Heds cannot even "strike the enemy half-cross".

If the Palatu army was allowed to maintain its establishment and cross the river, even if it reached the east coast, the Huds would not do anything to them.

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

So the white lion has also reached a dead end - although most of the officers of Paratu have not yet realized this, they will soon understand.

Haugwitz looked down on the raft. Twelve sheepskin fetuses tied into rafts, but they only carried three or four people.

But what if there are one hundred sheepskin fetuses? What about one thousand sheepskin fetuses?

The Palathus bridge is very imaginative, but imagination... Hedman also has it.

If someone thinks that the white lion expects the driftwood to break the bridge pile, it is really underestimated.

The driftwood is just used to pull out the Dragon Sword. Since the last barrier has been broken, the next step is the fire ship to appear.

Two thousand sheepskin wombs were tied into two giant leather rafts, carrying all the fire-driven objects that the Heds could collect, and crashed into the bridge with an unyielding momentum.

The giant leather rafts are like water castles, and even pile drivers look particularly small in front of them.

Either the Palathus die or the Hud dies in vain, and the white lion takes action and is a waste of everything.

There was no need for Sekler to give the order, and every drummer in Paratu was working hard.

The paddlers on the boat used their strength to drive the boat to approach the "fire raft".

The boat threw out the hook rope and wanted to drag the raft away.

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

A brave Palathu soldier jumped onto a raft, and three sharp scimitars waved at him, and in the blink of an eye he cut him down.

But he also bought time for his comrades, and three other Paratu soldiers seized the opportunity to jump onto a raft.

The Palatuns swinging the oars and the barbarians wielding the scimitar fought on the shaking raft. The musketeers on the boat and the archers on the raft shot against each other.

Both sides were already red in their eyes. At this moment, either you die or I die, there is no reason.

Only by fighting for life can there be a glimmer of hope.

The scimitar left terrible wounds on the unarmored Palathu soldiers.

As long as the barbarian in armor is hit into the water, he will sink to the bottom in an instant and he will not even have a chance to struggle.

The musketeers on the shore finally arrived. Leads were not distinguished from each other and hit the people on the raft in the face. In the darkness, only someone screamed.

"Stop hitting! Hit your own people!" The people on the boat shouted at the top of their lungs.

But the people on the shore ignored it and continued to shoot deadly volleyball guns on the raft.

These two giant rafts are too big, and there is no point in hitting the lead on it. Even if you poke a sheepskin or two, you won’t sink it at all.

On the raft, half of the Hed and the Palatus were trying to kill each other, while the other half of the Hed and the Palatus were paddling in different directions.

The shouts of two languages, roars and screams mixed into a sound, like a painful beast crying in the darkness.

With the bridge as the center and one kilometer as the radius, there are at least tens of thousands of Heds and Palathus within this range.

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

Winning and losing - if there is a thing like victory or defeat - all depends on the battle on the water.

Water, a substance that seems harmless to humans and animals, has now turned into a natural barrier.

Whether it was the Palathus or the Heds on the other side, as long as they stood on the shore, they could only watch everything happen.
Chapter completed!