Chapter 138

The capital of the west wind, Soland.

Under the rolling sky of flowing clouds, there is an endless plain. All the way to the boundary between heaven and earth, it is a piece of green.

A big river meanders on the field in the shape of S. in the middle of the curve is a grand city. On the wall of more than ten stories high, there is an arrow tower every 100 meters.

In the afternoon, the dazzling sunlight shines on the wall, and the color is as light yellow as the sand on the beach. The wall, which has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, has a warm and granular rough feeling when touching. Occasionally, yellow green moss can be seen in the cracks of the stone bricks.

A small piece of dry moss can bring out the tiny amount of soil hidden in the crevice. Occasionally, when the wind blows, it will roll up some particles and dust on the ground of the city wall.

A few of the guards on the wall walk around in the hot sun to avoid not seeing a person on the wall. However, they are attacked by the nobles in the city, and most of them hide in the arrow tower. After all, it's cooler here.

It can't be said that they neglected their duties, because there is a wilderness outside the city wall. If there is an enemy invasion, we can find it far away, as long as a small number of people observe it on the top of the city.

Maybe a long time ago, they went out to patrol every day, but after a long time of peace, they became lazy.

Soland's high wall encircles the whole city. It is surrounded by water on three sides. Only in the west is the open field. Inside the city is a huge hill rising from the ground.

At the bottom of the hill, there is a wall, which is higher than the outer wall, and the nobles who live in the wall are surrounded by the westerly wind.

All kinds of courtyards around the hillside have different styles. Near the top of the mountain, there is a city wall. Within the wall is the palace of the west wind. The snow like white marble builds a beautiful and magnificent castle on the top of the hill. The towers are decorated with colored glazed tiles and the spires of various colors, The whole city can look up to the beautiful tower.

The descendants of Roland, the king of the west wind, live in these beautiful towers.

As the city with the largest westerly wind and an important intersection of North-South trade, Soland lives with more than 3 million people. Every day, a large number of cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits and grains are transported to the city by ships on the river for consumption by the people.

The huge gate along the river in the East opened, and countless boats began to move along the small river in the city. If the residents in the city saw what they liked, they would greet them by the river. The peddlers who rowed the boats would dock on the bank, bargain with the housewives or the old people, and finally make a deal.

Of course, this is only part of the situation. Most of the transactions in the city are still completed in the market.

Long and thin wooden poles hold up red, blue, yellow and other colored canvas to block the afternoon sun. Under the canvas, wooden boxes are opened, in which are placed fresh fruits, North and South specialties, and some necessities of life.

In the morning, it's usually the well-to-do families that come to buy. At dusk, when the guests pick up the leftover, stale and damaged ones, the shopkeeper will sell them at a discount. At this time, some people who are short of money will come out to pick them up.

Although it is the same city, the same market, but the rich and poor seem to have some tacit understanding, do not touch each other and intersection.

Near night, the shopkeeper turns the boxes over, shakes off the dust, leaves, rotten and crushed fruits, and dumps them into a small bucket. Then go to the well in the market to get a bucket of water and start scrubbing the boxes and shelves.

After scrubbing, it can be dried in one night, and then new goods will be put on tomorrow. Before the shop owners leave, an old carriage will come to dump the small barrels placed by the shop owners on the road, put the garbage into the huge barrels behind the carriage, and then transport it to other places. The garbage may become fertilizer for the farm outside the city, or hogwash for the pigs.

The main road in the city is about 30 meters wide. Big blue stone bricks are laid on the ground. Each stone brick is half a meter long. It feels cold and hard.

With the passage of time, there are some pits and dents on the surface of the stone slab, and some yellow soil is piled up in the shallow pits. With the horse's hooves passing by, a small amount of yellow dust is brought up.

A group of cavalry riding on white horses galloping along the main road, holding white flags, carrying machetes around their waists, wearing scales and leather robes, so that the soldiers can maintain great flexibility and lighter armor.

This group of cavalry horse skill is exquisite, all the way easily avoid the street carriage and crowd, maintain a high speed. They passed through the checkpoints and walls, holding high their banners and arms to show their shoulders. When the soldiers saw them, they quickly gave way to the White Castle at the top of the hill.

With the clatter of gear rotation, the steel suspension bridge was put down, and the cavalry entered the castle.

Sorand, the throne hall.

Today's leader of the west wind, about 40 years old, is wearing gold and copper armor. Behind him is a broad scarlet cape with white fluff on the edge. He sits on the throne with a broadsword, like a majestic lion.

Under the throne, there was an aristocrat in purple. Most of them were well-dressed. Among them, there were several generals in full armor, and some scholars in grey with staff. These scholars had delicate pocket watches on their chests, which seemed to be a symbol.

"Your Majesty, the emissary of the white horse tribe is here."

"Let them in." The Lord of the west wind nodded.

"Yes

After putting the machete at the waist in the custody of the bodyguard, these grassland warriors came into the hall and looked up at the king sitting on the throne.

"See your majesty, I'm the envoy of the white horse clan. Darren, today's clan leader is my father."

"Now the 50000 warriors of the white horse clan have gathered in accordance with your Majesty's order, and now they stop at the lower reaches of the river 50 miles away."

"Good." The Lord of the west wind sighed, and then asked his attendants to give him a reward. It was a sharp and delicate dagger. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with a ruby with flowing brilliance. It was obviously a golden extraordinary creation.

"Thank you, your majesty. It's just that the reward is too heavy for me."

"What a shame! Baima and Xifeng are brothers of blood origin. They have been married for many years. You can also be my nephew. Don't worry. Ha ha."

The leader of the west wind is bold and heroic, which is quite like the leader of the Ming Dynasty.

It can be said that the west wind country has always attached great importance to family and family, and has always been partial to relatives and friends. The great nobles have long been used to it, and tied up various interest groups with blood ties. If you were born in a big family, the upper class of the country is basically your relatives, which is also a beautiful landscape of the west wind upper class.

This kind of family and kinship ties created Xifeng's early unity, shared weal and woe, and treated the old ministers well, but also laid a curse for his later rule. Class solidification, contradictions, let people sigh.