After a long time, he let out an extremely excited and solemnly growled: "Ahao, I will follow you from now on. I will do whatever you say."

Tianhao's smile looked very comfortable: "Then let's build the road first."

"Okay, no problem!"

...

Tianfeng has returned from Leijiao City.

A sumptuous banquet was carried out, and he took Ali and two hundred personal guards to Zhangpu Village for post.

The next day, Tianhao arranged all kinds of things and took his guards to leave Panshi Village and head towards Heijiao City.

There has never been a news from Yi Luo. According to the understanding of the civilized era, the probability of missing people dying is very high.

Tianhao never thinks that he is a superman who is invincible and is a superman who beats a thousand. It is a waste to finally parasitize and become the target of the opponent's sniping for nothing. No matter how meticulous the security work is, it is not an exaggeration. Being honest and publicly admits that fear of death is not a manifestation of cowardice. On the contrary, it is for your own career and responsible to all those related to him.

There were as many as hundreds of guards traveling with him, including fifty of the pig tribe who were recently elected as personal guards.

Shuge is a young man in his twenties. He is tall and burly than other pig tribes. He is able to use various weapons proficiently. He was once the best mercenary in Gushan Village.

Qu Ya recommended Broken Teeth to Tianhao. With an absolutely credible recommender, Broken Teeth became the captain of the leader of the Pig Man's personal guard team.

There were five pack horses in the team, mainly loading weapons and food, and everyone walked.

On the one hand, there were not enough horses, on the other hand, Tianhao wanted to see what extent his physical limit could reach. This long journey to Heijiao City was a test, and the endurance of the cattle tribe and pig warriors was evaluated. Panshi Village had sufficient food and they were not lacking in nutrition. If Tianhao's expectations were met while maintaining speed and carrying weight, he felt that even if gunpowder could not be made due to material limitations, the barbarians' weapons and equipment could be improved from other aspects.

When approaching Chiti City, Tianhao ordered to avoid the main road and go directly to Leijiao City.

Broken teeth couldn't understand this, so he quickly ran to Tianhao and asked in confusion: "Big leader, why don't you go to the city to rest for a night before leaving?"

"There are too many unknown factors that cannot be determined in that city." Tianhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said calmly: "Niu Tong may be a good person or a bad person. We have few people, and if we encounter danger when we go in, we may not be able to come out alive?"

Shocked up on his rough and hairy face: "The city lord of Chitou City...he...he is your fellow tribe!"

Looking at this young warrior who was not very experienced in the world, Tianhao smiled faintly: "Yes, he is indeed my fellow tribe, and I didn't say he is a bad person. But I must be careful, so I should try not to mess with the troubles that can be avoided."

A few days later, we arrived at Lei Point City.

Niu Weibang was very trustworthy. He arranged a lot of labor to build the road, and the progress was very fast. Tianhao saw the engineering team responsible for the road construction more than three miles outside the city. The warming weather melted the ice and snow, and the ground was not as hard as the deep winter season. The strong and powerful man of the Niu tribe waved his pickaxe to dig up the soil layer and put on large pieces of hard rocks. Everything was done step by step and orderly.

Niu Weibang was very happy to see Tianhao arrive. He handed over the city affairs to his deputy and took the personal guard to go to Heijiao City with Tianhao.

In order to take into account the speed, Niu Weibang simply left his mount and walked with Tianhao with great enthusiasm.

"Actually, even if you don't come this time, I will go to Heijiao City to meet His Majesty. This is the rule of our cow tribe. Every spring year, all the city lords will gather in Heijiao City, discuss various plans for this year, and make plans at the same time." He said very well.

Tianhao was a little surprised: "As a result, Niu Tong is going to Heijiao City too?"

Niu Weibang nodded: "He set out last week. I heard something happened in Chiti City, and he wanted to ask for help from the great master."

Tianhao thought for a few seconds and asked in confusion: "What happened to Chiti City?"

"I asked him that too, but he refused to say it." Niu Weibang shrugged: "Niu Tong is the city lord. As long as he pays off his annual share of food, he will handle all other matters with all his powers, and I, the patriarch, don't care."

Tian Hao nodded slightly as if he was thinking.

Leaving Leijiao City, you will walk northwest and pass many villages along the way. This is the core territory of the Niu tribe. There are not many mountains, and the overall terrain is flat. There are two broad rivers with abundant water and irrigating the fertile land on both sides of the shore.

The sun hangs high in the sky, releasing the heat energy of melting ice and snow. The wind is slow and it feels comfortable to blow on the face, unlike in the deep winter.

Tianhao bent down and grabbed a handful of black soil soaked by the melting snow from his feet, exclaiming: "The soil here is good, and there will be a good harvest this year."

"Maybe!" Niu Weibang obviously had no interest in this.

Tianhao asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"The harvest is actually the same." Niu Weibang wiped the upper gums with his tongue and said self-deprecatingly: "This is the territory, and even the best land is limited. According to the decree issued by the king, with Leijiao City as the boundary, all the grain payment quotas to the north are 50%. There is no way, to feed other border cities with low grain production, and to supply grain to Suolong Pass, you can only obtain support from these places."

Looking at the hills staggered in the distance, Tianhao asked in confusion: "Why not reclaim more wasteland? I know the south is the border, but there should be no other tribes in the north of the mainland?"

"The land in the north is not suitable for cultivation," Niu Weibang explained: "And the situation there is very complicated, the weather is cold, and it is all mountains and there are no plains."

As he said that, his expression became serious: "There is another reason, the mob's sphere of influence in the north."

"Mob?" Tianhao heard the word for the first time.

"In terms of blood, they are our fellow races, but they are terrible, they are real barbarians." Niu Weibang said seriously: "Always heading north, crossing the highest mountain, which is a world covered by ice and snow. The mob looks similar to us, they eat everything, and the most important thing is... it is difficult to communicate."

"Have you seen a mob?" Tianhao asked tentatively.

"See." Niu Weibang looked solemn and nodded slowly: "I was nine years old that year. My father took the guards to deliver food to the mobs in the north. It was at that time that I had seen them. Everyone was wearing animal skins and their hair was messy and long, and probably they had never been trimmed since they were born."

"Send them food?" Tianhao felt even more incredible: "Why?"

"This is a rule passed down from ancestors, including the tiger clan, lion clan, eagle clan, deer clan... All tribes must regularly deliver food to mobs. The grain transport teams of other tribes must pass through our cattle tribe territory. They send envoys to Heijiao City every spring and agree with His Majesty the number of people who will transport food that year. The most important thing is that they cannot carry weapons, and they must leave as soon as possible after transporting the food."

He sighed: "This is a secret between several major tribes. Only those with the status of a city lord or above are qualified to know. As for why you ask... to be honest, I don't know either."

"What if... I mean, if they don't give them food, or if they don't give them enough food, what would happen?" Tianhao felt very curious. These things were completely beyond his understanding and cognition, and they were simply unheard of.

"What you said did happen." Niu Weibang's voice was low: "My father was still alive at that time. I heard that the Eagle's territory was flooded that year, and the grain production was greatly reduced. Although the Eagle King did not reduce the amount of food that had to be given to the mob, the person responsible for transporting the food became selfish. He hid some privately, but the food was transported through the mountain pass to the north. After the mob counted, he found that the quantity was not enough. At that time, all the Eagle people who transported the food were arrested. Except for a report, they killed the rest... Since then, no such thing has happened."

"It's just a warning."

Tianhao raised his head and subconsciously looked to the north: "Mob...Mount...Mount...So, isn't the north the same as Lock Dragon Pass, and they are all passes guarded by heavy troops?"

"It's different." Niu Weibang continued to explain: "As far as I know, our Niu tribe has no troops stationed at the northern mountain pass, and only set up a guard post. Although the mob is terrible, it is not our enemy. They are very strong, even if they really fight... to be honest, we probably are not opponents."

Speaking of this, Niu Weibang cleared his throat and grabbed Tianhao's arm hard: "Are you a little moved by what I said? I want to go over and see with your own eyes what the mob looks like?"

Tianhao hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"You'd better give up this idea." Niu Weibang warned again: "They never contact with outsiders. Even the messenger must hold the documents signed by His Majesty the King of Niu. It is a very special mark that no one can forge."

Along the way, Tianhao was thinking about what Niu Weibang said.

mob……

There are obviously too many secrets hidden in this strange world.

For the first time, he had doubts about the "old madam".

...

Everyone who came to Black Point for the first time would be shocked.

Spectacular, grand, majestic... There are so many words to describe this city. It is built between mountains and hills, not built on the mountain, but includes several independent peaks, using this as a support point to build amazing towers, make full use of the valley between the peaks, and build houses for civilians to live in. From a distance, it looks like stacked fish scales.

The palace occupies a position in the middle of the mountain. There is a large slope with an inclination of about thirty degrees. Up to thousands of steps are all made of rocks. Just below is a huge square with a wide area, which can accommodate at least 50,000 people.

The number of residents in the entire city is as high as 400,000. According to Niu Weibang, this is still the figure counted four years ago.

The defense facilities here are extremely tight, with large crossbows mounted on the tower and the city walls, and fully armed cattle soldiers patrolling in groups. Tianhao had noticed the armor on their bodies, and reflected a layer of dark blue light in the sunlight, which meant that the armor was made of high-intensity alloy and was extremely sturdy.

Chromium and nickel are essential and important components of high-strength steel in the civilized era. Tianhao has seen the clay plates collected by the old priests, and has also seen the entire process of blacksmiths and Biao forging metals. No trace of similar words is left behind in ancient records or memories preserved in their minds. But they know what kind of raw materials are available and what kind of methods can obtain the best metal.

Entering the capital of the Cow Tribe, Tianhao began to become busy.

Niu Weibang issued a new identity document for him. It was a big deal to be promoted from village leader to city lord and must be recognized by the royal management agency.

The clan mansion seems to cover a large area, but in fact the office area is not large, at most only two or three of the total area. In Tianhao's view, the clan mansion is like the Beijing offices set up in other provinces and cities in the civilized era. Many rooms are used to accommodate personnel stationed in Beijing or as guesthouses, leaving only one or two rooms as offices that decorate their heads.

The iron-covered door is open, and the middle pattern is a huge bull head that is exaggerated and deformed by artistic techniques. It is divided into two halves from the middle, with eyes lowered down, and its gaze is staring at everyone passing by from bottom to top.

There was a charcoal fire in the hall, and two men in size clothes sat at the table and were busy. A burly and sturdy middle-aged man, nearly three meters tall, sat on a chair, took a cup of hot tea from the guard beside him and drank slowly.

Although he didn't know the other person, Tianhao saw the man wearing a bear-skin robe with white cotton underwear exposed at the open collar. He strode forward and greeted the middle-aged man with a smile: "Hello."

The other party sat upright and his straight back was as standard as a flagpole. He maintained the custom of barbarians rarely trimming their hair, but he often combed it, looking clean and meticulous, tied it tightly behind his head with a cotton rope wrapped in red and white to reveal his broad forehead.

"Hello." He smiled and nodded slightly as a gift. His deep inward eyes were embedded with eagle-like eyes. His sharp eyes looked at Tianhao and asked tentatively: "Are you a thousand-person leader who has just been promoted?"

Due to the overlapping functions, Heijiao City has no other similar institutions for promotion of subordinate officials, and the approval process is relatively simplified, especially for promotions such as 100-person and 100-person promotions. As long as there are certificates issued by the city lord in the jurisdiction, they can be certified and branded in the clan palace.

Like the civilized era, in certain specific occasions, one can judge whether a person's identity is noble by dressing. Tianhao strictly adheres to the etiquette and answers neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I am the lord of Panshi City."

"City Lord?" The middle-aged man was suddenly moved. He took a breath of air and exclaimed: "How old are you this year? You are so young and you are the city lord... Who is your father?"
Chapter completed!