Chapter 813: The Wonderful Magic Night

During the whole day, the Milan Crusaders, who occupied the opposite ferry, collected ships and established camps again. After half an afternoon of busyness, they settled down. According to the news, they were still like last night, and the forwards were about 10 miles away from the brigade behind.

On the shore south of the Po River, just like when they came, there was no sound and no one could see it. But in the grass on the shore, there were some senior officers holding telescopes, unable to accommodate each other's river bank.

"We will put the crossbows on the morning of tomorrow. Today we need the cavalry in the camp to make some high platforms for me. Whether it is to use sandbags or other methods, our crossbows must be built on the river bank, but don't let the other party discover it!"

Zhao Fubo and the others were all under the cover of the grass on the edge of the river bank, holding telescopes one by one, watching from the grass. Manfred, who had just arrived, jumped off his horse, and sighed in his heart when he poked his eyes out of the grass.

"Oh, these idiots have been off for a few kilometers and they can't find a floating bridge! If they can find a floating bridge, they might be able to cross the river easily!"

However, Manfred Bai was anxious for the Milan Crusaders, and they had no intention of crossing the river. It was probably because Zhao Fubo was too ruthless last night, or he had to prepare enough tools to cross the river to supplement the food and supplies burned by Zhao Fubo.

This particularly shows that Bishop Francis was not an uncautious person who guarded the river, and at least he could avoid more harassment. According to their speculation, Zhao Fubo and his friends also crossed the river with boats. Of course, they didn't know where their ferry was.

Bishop Francis also sent cavalry to the nearby ferry to look for traces. But nothing was found. The embankment was a wide road, which had been very hard by the sun, and even if someone walked by, they would not be discovered.

When evening arrived, a light signal lit up on the other side of the river. Manfred knew that it was the signal of the scouts sent by Zhao Fubo across the river. Their signals mean that the other side of the river was safe and action could be started.

As his signal was completed, a group of soldiers from the Yulin Army emerged from somewhere and immediately began to resume the operation of the floating bridge.

Manfred saw that the advantage of the standard item was that it was extremely easy to recover. The soldiers seemed to have been trained in advance, and all actions were orderly and quickly. Manfred, who had never seen the construction of the pontoon bridge, watched the people adjust the boat with ropes in place in the afterglow of the evening.

Moreover, one end of the rope was on the shore, and they adjusted their position and didn't even wet their shoes. After laying the first section of the boat board, someone carried two long boards to the front and then laying them on the second section. Then they only had to use two square boards to connect the pull heads together, and a straight pontoon bridge was built.

As the people in front adjusted the position of the boat, the people behind kept carrying the boards and connecting it. In just a short while, the entire pontoon bridge was laid. In response, Manfred recorded a piece of things on his small notebook. The boy's notebook and the pen were all gifts given to him by Alyssa. Although he had to bring a small black water bottle, it was much more convenient than a quilt brush.

He didn't tell anyone what was recorded in the notebook, and no one knew. After reading it for a while, he collected his notebook and returned to Zhao Fubo. Zhao Fubo and Sophia were arranging actions tonight.

"How is it, everything is ready!"

Sophia had a funny look on her face. Although she didn't understand why Zhao Fubo had to prepare these things. But she had prepared them all in the daytime.

Manfred took a peek and couldn't understand what Zhao Fubo was going to do tonight. Looking at the drums, whistles, bronze horns, and there were actually a few sheep. Manfred was completely confused by these things.

Zhao Fubo looked at Sophia's expression as puzzled as Manfred, and he smiled.

"Ah, tonight, we want them to have a wonderful magic night! It's very good. I believe that after this night, they will still think about the second night!"

Sophia and Manfred despise Zhao Fubo. After all, just like him, whoever is sick will think of the second night?

However, Bishop Francis was really not stupid. When the next night came, his camp was much more complete. On the empty field outside the camp, there was a lamppost, followed by a lamppost. At the top of the lamppost, there was a crock pot with lamp oil.

It cannot be denied that such lights will pollute the air, and the sheep oil lamp will definitely not be brighter than the mineral lamp oil, and will emit a foul smell when it burns. But in this case, it is obviously not easy to be attacked. If a lamppost is attacked, then cavalry can be dispatched to fight the other side for a night battle.

You can even rely on the large number of people to have a nightly siege.

When Zhao Fubo looked at the lampposts from afar, he murmured.

"I really can't tell that these bastards have become smarter. But they must have never heard a saying, calling one foot tall and one battle in the magic high. Aimin, with a team of wolfs (100 people), and those things that have been prepared, go to another direction. When you are ready, start and let them make a fuss. The more lively the better."

The key to the Yulin Army was that the cold weapons used by the Book Army were safer when silently attacked in the night.

Aimin went around a big circle and came to the other side of the barracks. The things he prepared were not complicated, but the first thing he used some round, thin and sharp Luoyang shovels to make hundreds of round holes underground, about 200 mm thick and only 200 mm deep.

In a few pits, the sheep were hung upside down according to Zhuge Wuhou's old method and placed a drum underneath.

As for the whistle and the bronze horn, it was just a small iron kettle. The whistle was fixed to the spout, as if reminding people that the water was boiling. Then, charcoal was used to build a fire on Wangwang's, and naturally the whistle and the horn screamed together.

It doesn't matter if this is called. The frightened sheep kept kicking the front hooves, and the drum sound was like the last thunderstorm in summer was about to come. Of course, there were even worse things, such as firecrackers with incense lights, which would keep ringing like gunfire every moment.
Chapter completed!