Chapter 134 The Country of the West Wind

The capital of the West Wind, Solander.

Under the rolling clouds, there is an endless plain, all the way to the junction of the sky and the earth, it is a turquoise.

A large river meanders in the shape of an S in the field, and in the middle of the arc is a majestic city with a ten-story-high city wall, and there is an arrow tower every 100 meters.

The dazzling sun shines on the city wall in the afternoon, the color is as pale yellow as the sand on the beach. The city wall that has been exposed to the wind and the sun for many years has a warm sunshine and a grainy roughness when touched, and you can occasionally see it in the gaps of the stone bricks. to yellow-green moss.

Stretching out a small piece of dry moss with a finger can bring out the trace amount of soil hidden in the crevices. Occasionally, when the wind blows, it will roll up some particles and dust on the ground of the city wall.

The guards on the city wall walked sporadically under the scorching sun to avoid not seeing a single person on the city wall. They were attacked by the nobles in the city, and most of them hid in the arrow tower. After all, it was cooler here.

It can't be said that they neglected their duties, because outside the city wall is a wilderness, if there is an enemy invasion from a long distance, they can find it, as long as a small number of people observe on the city tower.

Maybe a long time ago, they came out to patrol every day, but after a long time in peace, they gradually became lazy.

Solander's tall city wall surrounded the whole city, surrounded by water on three sides, only the west was an open field, and the city was a huge hill rising from the ground.

There is a circle of city walls at the bottom of the hill, the height of which is higher than the outer ones, and the great nobles living in the city wall are the great nobles of the west wind.

There are various courtyards around the waist of the hillside with different styles, and there is a city wall near the top of the hill. Inside this city wall is the palace of the west wind. The white marble like snowflakes builds a beautiful and magnificent castle on the top of the hill. There are colored glazed tiles on the tower, and the spires of various colors are dotted. Because of its location, the whole city can look up to the beautiful tower.

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

As the city with the largest west wind, it is also an important intersection of North and South trade. More than 3 million people live in Solander. Every day, a large number of cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits, grains and grains are transported to the city along the big river by boats. consumption of the people.

The huge gates along the river in the east opened, and countless small boats began to travel along the small river in the city. If the residents of the city saw something they liked, they would greet them by the river, and the merchants who rowed their boats would park their boats on the bank. , and bargained with these housewives or elderly people, and finally reached a deal.

Of course, this is only part of the situation, and most of the transactions in the city are still done in the market.

The slender wooden poles hold up red, blue, yellow and other colored canvases to block the scorching sun in the afternoon. The wooden boxes opened under the canvas are filled with fresh fruits, specialties from the north and south, and some daily necessities.

People who come to buy in the morning are often from wealthier families. When the evening is approaching, the shopkeepers will sell the leftovers, stale and damaged ones after the customers have picked them out at a discount. Pick up cheap.

Although it is the same city and the same market, the rich and the poor seem to have some kind of tacit understanding and do not touch or intersect with each other.

As the night drew near, the shopkeeper turned the boxes over, shook off the accumulated dust, leftover leaves, rotting and crushed fruit, and dumped the rubbish 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 air-dried overnight, and then put on new goods tomorrow, and before the shopkeepers leave, a dilapidated carriage will come and dump the small buckets that the shopkeepers put on the roadside, and put the garbage Packed into giant buckets behind the carriage and transported elsewhere, this garbage may become fertilizer for farms outside the city, or swill for domestic pigs.

The main road in the city is about 30 meters wide, and large blue stone bricks are laid on the ground. Each of these stone bricks is half a meter long, and it feels a little cold to the touch and very hard.

With the passage of time, there were some potholes and dents on the surface of the slate, and some yellow dirt accumulated in the shallow pits, and as the horses hoofs stepped on, it brought up a small amount of yellow dust.

A group of cavalry galloped on the main road on white horses. They held white flags, and slung a machete around their waists.

This group of cavalry horses are superbly skilled, and they can easily avoid carriages and crowds on the street along the way, maintaining a high speed. They passed through a series of checkpoints and city walls, holding high the banners in their hands and the coat of arms showing their shoulders, and the soldiers guarding them quickly made way for them, and finally reached the white castle at the top of the hill.

With the sound of the gears rotating, the steel suspension bridge was lowered, and the cavalry entered the castle.

Solander, Throne Hall.

The current Lord of the West Wind, who is about forty years old, is wearing gold and bronze armor, with a large bright red cloak behind him, and white fluff on the edge of the cloak. .

Under the throne, there are nobles in purple clothes, most of them are gorgeously dressed, there are also a few generals in full armor, and some scholars in gray clothes with staffs. These scholars have precise pocket watches on their chests. As if it were some kind of symbol.

"Your Majesty, the messenger of the White Horse tribe is here."

"Let them come in." The Lord of the West Wind nodded.

"Yes!"

After putting the scimitar at the waist for the guards, these warriors on the grassland walked into the hall and looked up at the king sitting on the throne.

"See Your Majesty the King, here is the messenger of the White Horse family, Darren, the current patriarch is

father. "

"Now the 50,000 warriors of the White Horse Clan have gathered according to His Majesty's orders and are currently resting at the lower reaches of the river fifty miles away."

"Okay." The Lord of the West Wind sighed, and then asked the attendants around him to give him a reward. It was a sharp and delicate dagger. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with a radiant ruby, which was obviously a gold-level transcendence. Creation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, it's just... This reward is too heavy, and I deserve it."

"Why do you deserve it? Baima and I, Xifeng, are blood brothers. They have been intermarriage for many years. You can also be regarded as my nephew.

The Lord of the West Wind had a heroic laugh and had the style of a clear Lord, and other great nobles also praised and echoed.

It can be said that the country of the west wind has always attached great importance to family and family, and it is often biased towards relatives and friends. The big nobles have long been accustomed to it, and they use blood as a bond to bind various interest groups to each other. If you were born in a certain big family, the upper echelons of the country are basically the same. It is your relative, and this is also a beautiful scenery line in the upper class of the west wind.

This kind of family and kinship ties created the unity of Xifeng in the early years, shared weal and woe, and treated the old ministers kindly, but it also laid the foundation for the subsequent rule. The class is solidified, and the contradictions are full of contradictions, which makes people sigh.