Mangultai was greatly shocked. "Could this be real?"
"I think it is."
"Impossible, impossible. How could this be real? We often watch shamans perform their rituals too, but everyone knows that's just to fool the servants. If you really want to get something, only strong bows and iron blades are useful." Mangultai shook his head.
"But if it is real, what should we do?" Daišan asked in return.
He now belonged to the Lying-flat Faction within the Eight Banners.
That meant he was willing to contribute for the Eight Banners as a whole, but there was no way he would endorse any one individual.
Nor would he risk his life excessively.
Mangultai said nothing.
He did not want to accept this fact.
They had been plundering so smoothly just moments ago, only for some monster to suddenly appear. It truly left him speechless.
"There is only one path now: retreat Outside the Pass."
"No. We've only just begun to make a profit, and we've only just seized enough provisions for the journey there and back. We still need to make a huge profit. If we return empty-handed, what was the point of coming out? This time, although we won a great victory, more than a hundred True Eight Banners men still died."
He did not agree to retreat.
"But you must understand that sometimes returning empty-handed is better than losing your entire stake."
"Do you know? I sent people to investigate. They say that monster is poisonous and can spread plague... If we are carelessly infected by it, our losses will not be merely a hundred men, but several thousand or even tens of thousands. It would cripple us." Daišan spoke leisurely.
"No, second brother. Think carefully—could we tame that monster?" A bizarre thought suddenly occurred to Mangultai.
Even the