Clang... Clang... Clang...
When Han Peng's convoy of over a hundred people was still three to four hundred meters away from the city wall, they heard a dense hammering sound, like raindrops.
The group raised their heads and found that with the city gate as the center, on both sides of the city wall, about a hundred meters away, there were hundreds of people holding heavy hammers, standing on top of the wall, madly hammering it.
The enormous city wall, nearly twenty meters high, slowly sunk into the ground under the relentless pounding of the hundreds of people.
"They're replacing the city wall. Look at those walls in the distance, they're made of wood and are likely going to be replaced with these four-corner iron pylons!"
Han Peng, with his sharp eyes, noticed the color difference in the walls and saw a large line of four-corner iron pylons laid out on the ground in the distance, immediately realizing what they were busy with.
