Yu Wenye was silent for a moment, then murmured, "The bridge they used to cross the river is gone."
Hearing this, Shen Tu Tai immediately jerked his reins and rode a few steps toward the riverbank. Sure enough, nothing of the floating bridge could be seen on the water; only a few rows of wooden piles remained on both banks of the Yellow River, battered by the turbid waves until they were on the verge of collapse.
Shen Tu Tai said, "Could it be they still want to burn their boats and sink their cauldrons?"
Yu Wenye shook his head and said, "Luoyang is just ahead. This kind of 'burning boats and sinking cauldrons' is meaningless. Besides, the scouts reported that this is only Xiao Yuansui's vanguard, just forty or fifty thousand men and horses. At least half his forces are still behind. If they hurry up to join him, they'll have to build another floating bridge. Wouldn't that just make trouble for themselves."
Shen Tu Tai also nodded lightly, murmuring, "Indeed."
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