In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Let Liu Bei handle his own affairs.

Looking back at Mengjin Ferry.

The sky was terribly gloomy at that moment.

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

shore,

Hundreds of elite Tiger and Leopard Cavalrymen, shirtless with bulging veins, had trampled the earth beneath their feet into muddy puddles.

The shouts of the laborers revealed despair.

He was holding several thick hemp ropes, the other end of which was connected to an iron chain in the Yellow River.

It's all Zhao Yu's fault, or rather, it's his fault for having the iron chains installed.

The theory is a perfect suspension bridge concept, but it ignores the immense resistance of the Yellow River—there are so many variables involved in pulling such heavy iron cables from one bank to the other.

That's the entire Yellow River wrestling with them!

"Hold on! Everyone hold on!!"

The centurion's voice was hoarse from shouting.

Nature cannot be changed simply by shouting.

"collapse--!"

One of the ropes, subjected to excessive force, snapped under the strain.

It hit the muddy ground directly, and several soldiers were thrown out by the inertia, landing in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, because no one was controlling the direction, the newly assembled winch on the shore was blown away by the enormous pulling force!

The shore was deathly silent.

The soldiers and laborers looked at the surging Yellow River, threw the broken ropes in their hands on the ground, and their eyes were filled with deep despair.

This is the third time.

Every attempt was ruthlessly thwarted by the Yellow River.

The iron chains were already heavy, and with the ferocious impact of the Yellow River's waves, the resistance was more than ten thousand pounds.

Even if it were 10,000 jin, it would be fine, but the Yellow River water is dynamic.

The winch broke, the rope snapped—that's life.

Foreman Old Wang knelt in the mud, kowtowing repeatedly with his head thud.

"My lord! Stop!"

"The Dragon King is pulling this river! How can mortals possibly compete with the Dragon King's strength!"

"If this continues, people will die!"

Even the ruthless Tiger and Leopard Cavalry showed fear on their faces at this moment.

They're not afraid of being stabbed; they've already tried three times, and all three attempts failed.

This invisible and intangible "divine power" sent chills down their spines.

Zhao Yu stood on the command platform, letting the strong wind tousle his hair.

Looking at the shattered winch on the ground, and then at the desperate soldiers.

"Shut up, all of you!"

It drowned out the roar of the Yellow River.

Zhao Yu walked down from the command platform with his hands behind his back.

"If the Dragon King dares to obstruct my Han Dynasty's grand plan for centuries, I'll teach him a lesson in the difference between 'braised' and 'steamed'!"

"If he really is, let him come ashore himself! What kind of skill is it to hide underwater and pull a rope? Is he a coward?"

"Dragon King! Show yourself if you dare!!!"

…………

There is no Dragon King there.

Naturally, it was impossible for them to reach the shore.

"His reluctance to go ashore proves he's afraid of me!"

Zhao Yu ignored everyone.

"Everyone, step back thirty paces."

Ma Jun guessed what Zhao Yu wanted to do and hurriedly stepped forward.

"My lord! That's several thousand pounds of dead weight! Add the resistance of the water flow, and it's tens of thousands of pounds! Please don't do anything rash..."

"Step back!"

Ma Jun had never seen Zhao Yu in such a state before and was startled.

He retreated several steps.

Zhao Yu stepped forward, picked up the hemp ropes attached to the iron chain, and wrapped them around his waist.

It went around in circles and tied a knot that couldn't be tied.

"system."

【111.】

"Get up!!!"

Pull the hemp rope.

A furious roar echoed across the sky above Mengjin Ferry!

"Glara..."

The once lifeless iron chain was instantly stretched taut!

"It moved! It moved!"

The sharp-eyed soldier screamed, his voice distorted.

Zhao Yu didn't stop. He was like a human crane, using his waist to generate power and his legs to push off the ground.

Keep pulling the rope backward.

The water surface exploded.

The black iron chain was forcibly pulled out of the Yellow River by an irresistible brute force.

step.

Zhao Yu took a step back, leaving a very deep footprint in the mud.

Two steps.

The iron chain was pulled three zhang (approximately 10 meters) out of the water.

The Yellow River was enraged, its waves crashing wildly against the iron chains, trying to pull them back.

But that little bit of resistance is nothing compared to the system. It's like a baby being pulled apart.

With each step, the earth trembled.

No one is pulling the rope.

It is God who tames the evil dragon!

No pulleys, no machinery, just the human body?

From now on, I'll sit at the same table as Xiang Yu, who could lift a cauldron, when we eat.

"God...a divine being..."

Some migrant workers even knelt down.

He didn't want to kneel; his legs were just too weak.

So many people tried so many times before, but none of them succeeded.

Who would have thought it would be a 1v1?

This is a kind of submission to absolute power that originates from biological instinct.

Followed by.

Just like harvesting wheat.

One piece, another, and yet another.

They all knelt down on the ground in unison.

Ma Jun, holding the blueprints, was also completely dumbfounded.

"This does not conform to the mechanical principles that the Marquis mentioned."

"But... he's so damn handsome!!"

"Drink it!!"

In just a short while, Zhao Yu had already reached the huge cement anchor.

With a twist of his waist, he hooked the end of the iron chain onto the hook.

The iron chains were put back in place.

Crossing the Yellow River, swaying slightly in the wind.

Untie the hemp rope around your waist.

I shook my sore wrist (a system side effect).

He turned around.

Zhao Yu was stunned to see thousands of people kneeling on the ground.

"Why are you all kneeling? Isn't the ground cold?"

"This is called the leverage principle."

"I've told you before, give me a fulcrum, and I can lift a whole man."

"Just now, I was that fulcrum."

"It's just that... I'm a little stronger than you, plus I know how to use the skillful power of the waist and stance."

The audience was silent.

Clearly, he didn't understand what Zhao Yu meant by "fulcrum."

But to everyone else, this sentence was automatically translated as:

"I'm a god! You gotta try and take it!"

next second.

"Long live the Marquis!!!"

"Lord Marquis, you are truly awe-inspiring!!!"

……

After the divine power that pulled Mengjin Ferry across the river earlier, the entire atmosphere at Mengjin Ferry Crossing changed completely.

If the workers were "building a bridge with trepidation" before, now they are "building a temple for God with fanatical devotion."

The Dragon King of the Yellow River seemed to have truly been defeated.

Even the wind and waves have calmed down considerably (at least psychologically).

As the saying goes, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but how difficult it is in the middle depends entirely on whether there are enough resources."

What Zhao Yu has no shortage of right now is steel.

Standing on the command platform, Zhao Yu looked at the lone main cable with a furrowed brow.

Zhao Yu, of course, had not studied civil engineering, and naturally knew nothing about cable tension.

They certainly didn't know how heavy a carriage a single iron chain could withstand.

But he had a deep-seated obsession with the spirit of his ancestors: when poor, he would employ tactical maneuvers; when rich, he would use overwhelming firepower.

When it comes to infrastructure, it's a case of not understanding calculations; you might as well just double it all.

"Deheng!"

Zhao Yu pointed to the river.

"Lord...Lord Marquis?"

After what Zhao Yu did to him earlier, Ma Jun is now genuinely afraid.

He was afraid that Zhao Yu would talk to him about "idealistic mechanics" again, causing his hard-won worldview to collapse once more.

"I don't think one is enough."

"Then... how many ropes does Your Excellency find suitable? According to my calculations, ten main ropes running in parallel, supplemented by wooden planks, would be sufficient to support an army of thousands..."

"Two hundred."

"How much...?"

"Two...two hundred? My lord, are you building a bridge, or putting a lid on the Yellow River?"

"Ten strands are too thin; it makes me uneasy."

Ten?

If others see it,

I thought my Han Dynasty couldn't afford it.

Besides, if a single iron chain is this thick, how thick and wide would ten chains be?

"Our first Yellow River bridge must be stable. It must be able to support not only people but also horse-drawn carriages. What if there are extra-large horse-drawn carriages in the future?"

In short, two hundred, not a single one less.

"Also, add fifty more railings to each side! Stack them high to prevent anyone from jumping off."

Ma Jun looked into Zhao Yu's confident eyes.

He completely abandoned his dignity as an engineer.

Fine.

You are God, you have the final say.

Thus began the most insane "steel dumping operation" in the history of the Han Dynasty.

Truckloads of freshly cooled iron chains were transported to the Mengjin ferry overnight.

At the beginning, Zhao Yu had to do the work himself.

Later on, more iron chains were connected.

Surprisingly, I felt much more relaxed.

Zhao Yu was also happy to benefit from this.

About a month has passed.

The scene on the day the bridge was completed was extremely spectacular.

Looking around,

Above the Yellow River, there is a dark, dense forest of steel.

Two hundred iron chains lay side by side across the river, densely packed together.

Fifty iron chains on each side are stacked in layers to form a steel railing.

That thickness is absolutely incredible; it would probably take a lot of effort to jump off the bridge.

To secure these iron chains, the anchorage areas on both banks practically became mass graves.

It has become a concrete jungle.

In other words, more than a thousand cement anchors were poured to fix them in place!

On average, one iron chain can be divided into four.

This isn't over yet. Zhao Yu's "obsessive-compulsive disorder" continues.

"The gap is too big; it's easy to twist your ankle."

"Use thin iron chains to connect all two hundred main cables together and weave them into a net! Make sure it's airtight!"

"Then we lay down specially made anti-corrosion wooden planks! The planks need to be three inches thick!"

"Finally, add steel bars and cement."

……

With the last bucket of cement smoothed out, the Yellow River Bridge, with its punk-style design, was finally completed.

The wind blew by.

Only a dull hum.

That was steel mocking the powerlessness of the wind.

Zhao Yu stood at the bridgehead and stomped his foot hard.

Not moving.

"Hmm, that's more like it."

Zhao Yu nodded in satisfaction.

"This is what a bridge should be. The design by Ma Jun with ten iron chains was called walking on a tightrope."

Ma Jun, who was standing next to him with huge dark circles under his eyes, heard this.

Looking at the steel behemoth before him,

I want to cry and laugh at the same time.