Zhu Ping glanced at the sketch, then looked at the design specifications beside it. He immediately asked in astonishment, "Th-this is way too difficult, isn't it?"
That was right—it was very difficult. If they were merely building a continuous arch bridge, it would not be all that hard. They would simply need to string a series of Zhaozhou Bridges together. The technical difficulty was not that great. As long as they were willing to spend the money, they could definitely build it.
But this bridge was different. Luo Chong had clearly stated that at low tide, the bridge had to allow the current Three-Masted Sailboats to pass beneath it normally.
What did that mean?
A typical sailboat's mast was generally about as tall as the ship was long. The Han Tribe's Three-Masted Sailboat was forty meters long, and the part of the ship above the waterline was about ten meters tall. Add its nearly forty-meter-high masts, and for such a ship to pass beneath the bridge normally, the bridge's arches would have to be at least fifty meters above sea level to accommodate it.
If that was the case, no wonder Luo Chong had said they should first erect bridge piers as tall as high-rises. Those would be fifty or sixty meters tall already. Including the parts below the water, wouldn't a single pier have to be seventy meters tall?!
What else could that be but a high-rise?!
Zhu Ping's brows drew tightly together. He would not argue against Luo Chong's proposals or standards. That man was a pure technician; the only question in his mind was whether something could actually be done.
Zhu Ping immediately began pondering the entire project and Luo Chong's technical specifications. After thinking for a moment, he said,
"The Chieftain said the Three-Masted Sailboats must