The sea breeze is slightly fishy and the sun is scorching.
People who live far away from the ocean always tend to have romantic and unrealistic fantasies about the word sea, thinking that it is a fine and soft beach, the aroma of coconuts and starfish floating in the white waves.
However, the environment of Blood Harbor has nothing to do with any of this.
The smelly air is as if the sun is about to peel off three or four layers of skin on a person. The fish scales and fish entrails dumped by the vendors at will, the excrement of seagulls, and the greasy foam of the sea water lapping on the reef shore are dried by the sun. What remains at the end are always grains of salt that never seem to be blown away by the wind.
This is the other side of the sea.
After being accompanied by Dead Fleet players for a tour of Crow Bay, Han Dongwen truly realized the status of Dead Fleet here.
Wherever they went, as long as two strangers revealed their identities, the local residents and guards would all smile and treat them like they were serving uncles, with a respectful attitude for fear of neglecting them.
"That's it, stop."
The stranger spoke.
The three of them were not walking under the sun, but actually took a simple bamboo sedan carried on the shoulders of the locals - without side compartments, with a canopy made of large banana leaves and rattan. People sat like this On the "sedan", you can have someone carry you in and out of the Blood Harbor leisurely.
"How is it, my lord?"
The player excitedly jumped off his bamboo sedan and pointed with his thumb at the simple sedans: "You know, it's not that easy to ride on this thing in Simeng!"
He was telling the truth. According to the rules of Simeng, non-officials were not allowed to ride in sedan chairs. Even wealthy businessmen who hired horses to pull the carts and took more expensive "cars" were all in compliance with the rules. Yes, but it cannot be carried in a sedan chair.
Only officials of the Third Division with a certain rank can ride in sedans carried by people who match their rank. There are four-carrying sedans, eight-carrying sedans, etc. The decorations on the sedans are naturally different.
As the saying goes, the eight-carriage sedan chair naturally corresponds to a high-ranking official who has a certain level and is recognized by the common people. Unless you reach the level of the third division commander, you cannot ride in the eight-carry the sedan chair.
For the people of Simeng, it is only when they get married that they can enjoy the treatment of riding in a sedan chair. Not only are they allowed to ride in a sedan chair as an exception, but they can also wear wedding clothes and hats modified from official uniforms and hats.
This is the so-called "groom official". After all, people yearn for the magic brought by the word official.
Although this simple bamboo sedan in Xue Gang is only a four-carriage sedan, it blatantly tells others that the rules of Simeng do not need to be observed or used here!
"Hey, the Simeng people who come to Blood Harbor like to ride in sedan chairs the most."
A player said with a smile. Han Dongwen nodded noncommittally and looked around.
This is a spacious courtyard. Obviously, residents of Blood Harbor from outside cannot enter. It is surrounded by various wooden stakes and weapons. You can see many strangers from the Dead Fleet working tirelessly with the wooden stakes. Sparring.
Their level is not weak. Even if Simeng players have the advantage of entering the sect first to study and train, and taking advantage of the location of a big event like Bailan Mountain, they don't seem to be far behind the Blood Harbor players in terms of strength.
The destination of this sedan trip is where Qian Xiaoqian officially went online to talk to Han Dongwen.
"grown ups."
A voice came from behind several rows of wooden piles on time, it was Qian Xiaoqian.
He came forward with a smile, and there was no trace of sullenness on his face when facing Han Dongwen, the enemy who had killed him.
That is, only strangers can have such a calm and calm profit.
"Boss, we just took the adults on a sedan chair!"
The player behind Han Dongwen said loudly as if he was taking credit: "Since I have come to Blood Harbor, of course I have to try something that I couldn't try in Simeng!"
Qian Xiaoqian feigned anger and said: "What are you talking about! Since this gentleman came here to achieve great things, how could he not ride in a sedan chair in Simeng? Sir, do you think I am right? In Simeng, do you just sit in a sedan chair casually? Let these people learn a lot!"
How could this sentence be a simple question about the sedan chair?
Asking others what sedan you sit in is actually just asking others, how big an official are you?
But Han Dongwen really couldn't answer - he had never sat in a sedan chair.
When it was time to invite the immortals to the ceremony, he had to leave the palace first according to the rules, and then return to the palace through the Xuanri Gate. For the ceremony, he naturally had to walk on his way back to the palace, but the way out of the palace before the ceremony must be It was impossible to make him walk on his feet.
But the one he was sitting in was not called a sedan chair, but a dragon chariot.
Not only does it have a luxuriously decorated sedan room, but it also has six floors of platforms going down, like a palace on a car.
When the distance is longer, Han Dongwen's dragon chariot is pulled by six horses in front, while when the distance is shorter, the chariot is carried by people just like an ordinary sedan.
He is not an ordinary person, he must be a soldier of the Third Division.
It's not four-carrying or eight-carrying. The dragon chariot is always thirty-two-carrying on the road, while the phoenix chariot that Jiang Keyin, the principal concubine, rides on is sixteen-carrying.
"More than this guy."
Han Dongwen looked at the several bearers behind him who had paid their hard work and left happily, and said vaguely.
Qian Xiaoqian was shocked and immediately showed a knowing expression.
It is more than the four-carry bamboo sedan chair, which is the eight-carry bamboo sedan chair.
In other words, the power of this high-ranking NPC in Simeng can be equal to that of the commanders of the Third Division!
It has been said on the forum that he represents the Department of National Security, could it be...
"I see, I've met Mr. Buwei." Qian Xiaoqian hurriedly handed over his hand.
"Huh? Oh, oh, um."
Han Dongwen hesitated for a moment before he understood Qian Xiaoqian's thoughts. He didn't want to dwell on this point anymore. He quickly raised his hand and waved: "You don't have to call me that. Tell me, what is the size of the Dead Fleet now?"
Naturally, I am talking about the scale of people Qian Xiaoqian can mobilize.
In addition to the group of strangers surrounding Qian Xiaoqian, there are naturally members like the two NPCs who died that night in the dead fleet.
They are not aliens, but they still belong to the Dead Fleet. According to Han Dongwen's understanding, they are naturally the members Zhan Taiyi placed in the Dead Fleet to control the aliens.
If he were Zhan Taiyi, he would do this.
"The Dead Fleet has become very large recently."
Qian Xiaoqian slowly said: "We have absorbed more than a thousand aliens at the beginning. I am just a squad leader in the fleet, and the brothers around me are all members of our squad."
The brothers he was talking about were naturally the players who had been staying around Han Dongwen the day before yesterday.
"Squad leader?"
Han Dongwen frowned slightly.
Xuegang is different from Simeng. The strangers in Simeng are scattered among various sects. According to Qian Xiaoqian, all the strangers in Xuegang are taken under Zhan Taiyi's lap.
"That's right, the entire Dead Fleet is under the direct command of Lieutenant General Zhan Taiyi, and its main task is to operate around the Mianjiang Merchant Group."
