Chapter 726: If you can’t get in, you can get in with straw sandals
Dirty straw shoes stomped across the muddy ground, squeezing the soft sludge of the New Year.
The screams of lambs and pack horses came one after another, and they were stolen and peed freely.
Walking from the gravel-covered wilderness, a dozen monks dressed in numerous patches and dressed in simple black robes parked on the main road where traffic and people gathered.
Before the bear gnawing fort, which finally recovered in March, the first batch of visitors to the New Year - merchants and shepherds.
Although Horn was extorted by the Pope and the Thousand Rivers Valley was blocked by Lea, the private trade was still enthusiastic, but it was just that important strategic materials such as iron and wool could not be sold.
With a slender cane made of alder, Batis followed several old monks and looked at the new-style castle in front of him standing at the junction of the mountains and plains.
Five prominent sharp-toothed angles extend out of the pentagonal second-level castle body, and each of them is placed a three-pound falcon cannon.
This kind of falcon cannon that can be pushed by two people will quickly enter the second floor fortress through the passage on the solid city wall.
Between the battlement shooting holes and the narrow corridor, wooden barracks and armory can also be seen.
Between the trench and spikes, vendors and shepherds pushing carts and carts are trying their best to sell to the soldiers.
Cabbage leaves and peas are scattered in the mud, and from time to time, wandering scavengers come to pick up these precious food bit by bit.
Naturally, the ascetics would not go to the line, but stood at the end of the team.
The young monk next to Batis raised his head and looked at the fortress on the three-story pedestal. He couldn't help but ask, "These walls are not very high, and there are still many gaps in the middle. Aren't the knights charging casually?" br>
"In the Battle of Moncruz, such a bastion could block the Knights' charge and hold on for several days, which was enough to prove its reliability." Batis said in a whisper that only two people could hear.
The long queue in front of us moves with extremely high efficiency. Although there are many people passing by, the team is very short.
Not long after, these ascetics pulled their walking carts to the level.
Following the devout ascetic monk in the head, Batis, the ascetic monk who was the mouthpiece, smiled and said, "The suffering will pass forever, and the Holy Spirit will last forever!"
Batis, a monk as thin as a skeleton, bowed to Old Laver.
After a month of training, Lao Laver and other mountain people have already looked like many soldiers.
Their backs of their hands were bruised and swollen, and their waists were stretched straight, so they were very stern when walking.
On the contrary, the veterans were already free to control themselves. Although they were walking normally, they still felt like they were staid.
When he lowered his head, Batis's eyes quickly swept the soldiers in front of him.
Is this the new army of saviors that the people of Qianhe Valley are proud of?
"The Holy Spirit will last forever!" Old Laver naturally bowed and returned the favor. He could tell what group these people were.
Straw sandals, rattan poles, coarse cloth robes and walking bikes are the standard features of ascetics.
The monk imitates the Messiah to suffer for all human beings, so that the sins of others will be smaller.
They will tour back and forth in various holy places all year round to seek peace of mind.
Therefore, ascetics are quite respected in the customs and environment of the empire.
"Is this Xiong Jean'ao? Can I use the great power from the Holy Father to offset the tax card's collection of property?" Batis smiled devoutly, "We have made a pledge to poverty, besides survival and pilgrimage. There is nothing but the necessary things."
"Now this is the territory of Thousand Rivers Valley, called Bear Gin Castle." Old Laver immediately explained with all his heart, "This is not a tax card, but a check."
"It's a miracle of the Holy Father. The bear gnawing castle actually grew new buds from the dust of history."
The name of Xionggen Castle did not come out after Qianhe Valley was founded, but it has existed since ancient times.
This was once the border fortress of the Thousand River Valley Kingdom hundreds of years ago. As the Thousand River Valley was incorporated into the empire, these border fortresses were abandoned.
When the original gravel native invaded, the troops were divided into two groups, one from Bear Gin Fort to enter Shangrifo County, and the other from Laden Fort to North Munde County, further north.
After the establishment of the Holy Monarch of Thousand River Valley, Meliati rebuilt these fortresses and even distributed some of the posts to the land of the gravel plain.
As spring blooms, the originally frozen road gradually thaws, sheep thieves gradually disappear, and a steady stream of people emerged in front of the bear chewing the fort.
The first is to transport supplies to the Bear Gin Castle, and the second is the shepherds and small merchants who come to participate in the market.
There is a gravel-born autonomous town of Feldheim about sixty kilometers away from Bear Gin Castle.
Almost every year, shepherds and farmers hold markets in the town, and even sheep thieves will come to sell the stolen goods.
Many of the supplies for Bear Gnite Castle were purchased from local villages and shepherds in the gravel industry.
Similarly, some villages and shepherds also trade with wool and bear gnaw.
Although there is a ban that prohibits merchants from gravel turret from trading with the people of Qianhe Valley, there is a ban above and a clever plan below.
Isn’t it prohibited to transport wool? Okay, you don’t sell wool and clay pots. Wool is just used to prevent clay pots from being broken and cushioned inside.
Many Norn smuggling merchants used this trick to bypass the tax card of the gravel original man and transported the wool to the Bear Gin Castle.
Through the mountain path stuck in Bear Gnar Fort, these wool can be transported to Thousand Rivers Valley. Logically speaking, there is no sheep industry in Qianhe Valley, so it doesn’t matter if it is impacted by cheap wool.
Bear Gin Castle should have low tariffs or even no tariffs on these gravel raw wools.
But one of the major reasons why soldiers still need to check the goods is to prevent armed personnel and spies from infiltrating.
If suspicious items and weapons are found in the cargo luggage, they will either be thrown away and then enter, or they will directly refuse to enter.
This is why these soldiers led by Old Laver had to erect checkpoints to check the goods and did not charge any fees.
"We are happy to accept your inspection, because we are open and upright, my brothers who believe in each other." Batis made the way.
"Sorry, but the rules are rules, not set today." After apologizing, Batis directed several people to go up and start the inspection.
"My brother, I have one thing to ask." While the inspection was being conducted, Batis pointed to the wall of the bastion, "What is this? Is the mortar?"
"This is a new mortar produced by the Holy Cialis, used to bind gravel and iron wood." Old Laver slapped the walls of the castle hard, "It is harder than rocks, even if it is a good long sword of steel cut. A shallow mark will be left on it."
"Oh--" A strange light flashed in Batis's eyes.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"As a monk outside the world, why are you so curious about these worldly things?" Old Laver asked curiously as he looked at the monk who was concentrating on touching the walls of the castle.
However, the monk shook his head seriously: "Everything in this world was created by the Holy Father. Every new thing represents a new discovery of the Holy Father. How can I not be curious or care about it?"
Old Laver blinked, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's very similar to what the monks in our village said."
"The truths in the world always come to the same end." Batis leaned his forehead against the wall of the castle and whispered in an ethereal and pious voice for a long time, "Holy Father..."
"What is this?" Before Batis could finish his prayer, a question came from the inspection team behind him.
Bypassing Batis, Old Laver hurried to the scene, only to find the soldiers pulling out a bundle of copper measuring tools wrapped in oil cloth from the pedestrian, glowing suspiciously in the sun.
The little monk's Adam's apple slid violently, and he suddenly grabbed the soldier's wrist: "That is...that is the ritual to measure the holy traces!"
Batis also walked in like a walk at this time. The muscles under his black robe were slightly tense, but a spring breeze smile appeared on his face: "My child is too nervous. These are just tools for our surveying and mapping the pilgrimage route. You Look——”
He shook open the yellowed parchment rolls, and the dense maps marked with dozens of coordinates of the holy land.
Old Laver's eyebrows were twisted into caltrops.
"The Holy Spirit is above!" the little monk argued, "Last month we were on Eagle Beak Cliff, and this is how the compass was confiscated by soldiers! This is the new one, do you want to snatch it away?"
"Snatch it away? This is a normal confiscation of contraband, or you can sell it on the spot."
"But we'll still use it later."
The crowd in line began to stir up, and several peasant women drew holy emblems on their chests.
The quartermaster's spur boots jingled in this whisper.
After hearing the old Laver talk about the whole story, the quarconian officer walked forward, picked up the measuring tools in the pull-up truck, and looked them out at will.
Batis felt his palms being clenched, and when he turned around, he saw that the little monk with a Mediterranean hairstyle could not help but hold his hand.
"Prince, you must know that these things are non-compliant. In principle, I cannot let you take them through." The quarconian looked at these beggar-like ascension monks, "Since you are visiting our Thousand River Valley Holy Land, consider that Your virtues and credit will not be used as an example."
These ascetic pilgrimage teams are famous, and their pilgrimage to the holy land of Thousand River Valley is also a boost to the faith of Thousand River Valley people.
Because this means that they are not aliens, but are part of the Messiah world recognized by the monks.
For political reasons, the quartermaster decided to release this group of ascetic monks.
"The Holy Spirit will last forever!" Putting his hands together, Batis immediately bowed to the quarantine, "Thank you for your understanding and kindness."
The quartermaster waved his hand and said, "Let it go."
The monks pulled the cart and continued to move forward slowly. The people around them consciously gave up the way, and some even helped to push them.
Watching the ascetics leave their sight, the quarconian shifted his eyes to Lao Laffer: "Is your height 1.7 meters?"
"Slightly higher than 1.7 meters, Ragusa quartermaster."
"I'm a little old." The quarconian walked around Old Laver, "but it's okay... do you want to make some extra money."
Old Laver tightened his skin swallow in an instant: "Martial Officer of Ragusa, I am here to join the army."
"I know you are here to join the army, and I'm asking if you want to make extra money."
"But I'm here to join the army."
"I know you are here to join the army." The quarantine officer gave him a blank look, "Next week His Highness Moliyati will go to Xiongzhang Castle to inspect. We need a guard of honor. Do you want to join and earn some extra money?"
(This chapter ends)