Two months later, at the Northwest border of the great Shang, it was a bit awkward.
Under the scorching sun, a caravan of camels was walking on a desolate and rugged mountain path. The bell of the caravan rang melodiously, tinkling in the wind.
It was called a camel team, but it was not camels or horses that were carrying things in this team, but centipedes-like centipedes.
The centipede was like a small train, with a body of more than 20 meters long and a back of more than one meter wide. It was flat and long, and the cargo that a centipede could carry was more than that of ten camels.
The centipede could cross mountains as if it was walking on flat ground. It was not picky about its food, had a gentle personality, and could carry heavy loads. It was really a good helper when carrying things.
There were eight centipedes in this camel team.
The people and goods in the camel team were all fixed on the back of the centipede.
