Chapter 388: Entering the city, alias, people who don't follow the rules

Clang... clang... clang...

Han Peng's team of over a hundred people heard a dense sound like raindrops hitting giant objects when they were still three or four hundred meters away from the city wall.

Everyone looked up and found that with the city gate as the center, about a hundred meters on both sides of the city wall, there were hundreds of people standing on top of the city wall, frantically hammering the city wall beneath them.

That huge city wall, nearly twenty meters high, accompanied by the continuous heavy blows of hundreds of people, slowly sank into the ground.

"This is changing the city wall. Look at the city walls in the distance, they are all wooden. They should all be replaced with these four-cornered iron piles!"

Han Peng's gaze was the sharpest. He discovered the difference in the color of the city wall and saw a large row of four-cornered iron piles placed on the ground in the distance, and saw at a glance what those people were busy with.

Everyone heard his prompt and reacted immediately, their faces showing shock in unison.

"These four-cornered iron piles, the four sides are ten meters long, and they are twenty meters high. How much iron ore must be melted to produce one?"

Yue Long couldn't help but speak. Hearing this question, everyone lowered their heads and fell into deep thought.

Village-level camps basically have iron mines, so they are no strangers to iron.

The density of Ice Abyss iron ore is astonishing. A piece the size of a fist weighs forty or fifty jin. If a fist is calculated as an eight-centimeter cube, the weight of these four-cornered iron piles is at least 75,000 tons or more.

Gulp...

The first person to calculate it couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Looking at the length of the north city wall of Hong Sect City, his pupils were full of shock.

75,000 tons, this is almost the total output of a micro iron mine!

A four-cornered iron pile used by Hong Sect City as a city wall can top a micro ore vein?

The key is that one piece is 75,000 tons.

The four city walls of Hong Sect City are all over five kilometers long, which means at least 2,000 such four-cornered iron piles are needed to replace all those wooden city walls.

"Great Xia, can they take out so much iron ore?"

"They must be able to take it out. After all, it is a town-level camp. Among the Eight Towns at the southern foot of Mo'ao Mountain, which one doesn't have hundreds of iron mines in their hands?"

Hearing Yue Long's question, everyone was stunned, but then they all nodded. The leader, Han Peng, answered him directly.

But after Han Peng finished speaking, he couldn't help shaking his head and continued: "But so much iron ore from the Eight Towns is basically used in the town cities. Hong Sect is just a commercial port of Great Xia. Is it worth spending so much money to build it? This can almost catch up to one-third of the scale of a town city."

Han Peng is old and has been to all the Jiuzhen of Mo'ao Mountain, so the smallest town city among the Jiuzhen is Longgu City, but even so, the scale of Longgu City's city wall reached fifteen kilometers.

That is why he said that Hong Sect City caught up to one-third of the scale of a town city.

"Don't just look at the city wall, look at those craftsmen!"

At this moment, the team had walked not far from the city gate. Someone in the team suddenly noticed something and signaled everyone to look carefully at the craftsmen who were working on the city wall.

Everyone looked up, and their bodies shook violently.

Even in a combined state, but being able to hammer such heavy iron piles, how could those craftsmen be ordinary people?

Everyone had psychological preparation when they just saw the iron piles, but sensing that the craftsmen on the city wall were all Cold-Resisting Grade cultivation, their hearts still trembled slightly for no reason.

The number of craftsmen on the left and right city walls was about the same, both over two hundred, totaling more than four hundred.

"Four hundred-plus... Cold-Resisting Grade craftsmen?"

As Yue Long's voice fell, the whole team was instantly silent.

Weaker village-level camps have three or five Cold-Resisting Grade soldiers; ten or more is considered decent strength; if they can have thirty or more, they are the ones who have the final say in the surrounding villages; if they have fifty or more, they can basically rank in the town city.

Great Xia, just Cold-Resisting Grade craftsmen, has over four hundred?

The key is that this is just for repairing the Hong Sect city wall, which is likely just a part of Great Xia's craftsmen.

Not to mention Han Peng, Yue Long, and the others from the village-level camps of Jin Shan Town who were at the Frigid level and were all tongue-tied at this moment, even Yang Ning and Li Hu, who were disguised, had their pupils trembling.

The strength of this Great Xia is truly far beyond their imagination.

"Alright, what's so good about repairing the city wall? Since you're here, hurry up and enter the city. Who is the leader? Come over and register?"

A voice suddenly sounded in front, pulling everyone's attention to the city gate area.

At the city gate position, over a hundred soldiers clad in thousand-forged golden armor and holding horizontal blades were patrolling back and forth, and dozens of people in casual clothes were responsible for registering the information of those entering and leaving the city.

The person who shouted at them, although also wearing thousand-forged golden armor, was different from the other hundred-plus soldiers who were uniformly equipped with horizontal blades. He was equipped with a long sword at his waist, and his posture clearly showed that his status was higher than the others.

Han Peng scanned slightly and found that these hundred-plus soldiers were all Cold-Resisting Grade cultivation. Thinking of the hundreds of craftsmen he just saw, he didn't feel any waves in his heart at this moment, but hurriedly lowered his posture, revealed an extremely humble smile, stepped forward, and bowed: "Old Han Peng, pays respects to the Lord. We are a merchant team from Jin Shan Town."

It was a coincidence. Since the opening of Hong Sect in September, the Jiuzhen of Mo'ao Mountain have officially entered the trade period. Xia Chuan knew that a large number of people from outside towns would enter and leave Hong Sect City in the next two months. For the sake of smooth trade and the safety of the city, he raised the security level of the city gate, not only letting Deputy Battalion Commander Liu Yuan stare here personally, but also letting the Ten Battalions of the Cloud Dragon Army take turns to station here.

Liu Yuan was stunned upon hearing Han Peng's words, his face suspicious: "The people from the Jin Shan Chamber of Commerce only arrived last night. You sent two batches of people?"

"The Lord misunderstood..."

Mistaken for the team of the Jin Shan Chamber of Commerce, Han Peng immediately explained.

It is actually no wonder that Liu Yuan misunderstood. His team has over a hundred people, seventeen Cold-Resisting Grade soldiers, and is pulling such a large cart. The scale is indeed about the same as the team of a town city chamber of commerce.

"We are from Yinhe Valley in Jin Shan Town. I am not afraid of the Lord's laughter. This merchant team of ours is a joint venture of nine village-level camps in Yinhe Valley. Learning that Great Xia Town is willing to open up trade to everyone, we hurriedly organized it. One is for safety, and the other is to gather more materials and silver at one time, hoping to exchange for more good things from Hong Sect to take back."

"Yinhe Valley, so that's it!"

Liu Yuan nodded upon hearing Han Peng's answer.

Since the opening of Hong Sect in July, merchant teams composed of multiple village-level camps like Yinhe Valley have been quite a few, so he is not surprised.

"Jin Shan Town has a total of nine jurisdictions. Your Yinhe Valley is the one furthest to the west, right?" 【388-52

"Jin Shan Town has a total of nine jurisdictions. Your Yinhe Valley is the one furthest to the west, correct?"

Hearing Liu Yuan's words, a trace of surprise appeared on Han Peng's face, and he cupped his hands: "I didn't expect my lord to have such an understanding of Jin Shan Town."

Liu Yuan immediately realized he had been a bit talkative, coughed lightly to make up for it, and said: "Great Xia is now also a member of the Jiuzhen, so naturally we have an understanding of the other eight towns. The mountains are high and the roads are long; you must be exhausted. Go and register first! The number of people in the caravan, everyone's name, age, and place of origin must all be written clearly. It will be re-verified when leaving the city."

Is this Hong Sect City managed so strictly!

Han Peng was slightly startled in his heart, but he did not dare to speak these words out loud. He turned his head to call the others over, preparing to register one by one, while he himself stepped forward first to register.

"Name, age, place of origin?"

"Han Peng, 81 years old, Yinhe Valley, Jin Shan Town, Jin Yang Village native."

"I will advise you all first: it is best not to fabricate anything. Unless you are confident that you will never be found out for the rest of your life, once we find out that any of you have filled in incorrect information, Great Xia will record this person, and you will never be able to enter Hong Sect City again."

Han Peng had just finished answering the first question when he heard Liu Yuan's words. His expression froze slightly, and only then did he begin to answer the second question.

Many people in the team behind, upon hearing Liu Yuan's warning, had slightly serious expressions. Of course, some also showed signs of resentment.

Yang Ning and Li Hu frowned slightly, but after exchanging a glance with Han Peng, who had already finished registering in front, their expressions immediately relaxed.

"Name, age, place of origin?"

It was finally Yang Ning's turn. He glanced at Han Peng from a distance, then opened his mouth to answer: "Liu Ning, 32 years old, Yinhe Valley, Jin Shan Town, Jin Yang Village native."

"Liu Hu, 32 years old, Yinhe Valley, Jin Shan Town, Jin Yang Village native."

Li Hu was right behind him. The person registering at the city gate wrote down the information, roughly recorded the two men's appearances, and directly waved for them to enter the city.

More than a hundred people were registered very quickly, and everyone followed behind Han Peng, walking toward the city together.

Just as he entered the city gate, Yang Ning immediately leaned close to Han Peng, took a fist-sized silver ingot from his bundle, passed it over nonchalantly, and said in a low voice with a grateful expression: "Many thanks to Old Han for the help. This is a small token of my appreciation, please do not refuse."

Han Peng silently took the silver ingot, his face showing no reaction at all, only smiling and saying in a low voice: "It was just a small effort, not worth mentioning. Since the two of you are like this, you must have your own hidden difficulties."

Liu Ning and Liu Hu were, of course, not from Yinhe Valley.

These two had joined the caravan halfway when it reached the Chuishan border.