The young and middle-aged men who had been captured suffered heavy casualties.
They were unarmed and already terrified.
They suffered the greatest losses in the camp mutiny.
After all, the Booyi only had a few simple tools and weapons.
They were no match for the Jurchens.
Fortunately, the treasures were kept in another camp, so the losses there were not great.
Mangultai was baffled.
He did not know why a camp mutiny had broken out.
They had always brutally suppressed the Booyi. Those who had survived until now, who had lived through the Old Khan's era, were the most docile, the most perceptive, and the most enduring among them.
Yet now they had erupted.
His savage temper flared, and he ordered all the rebellious Booyi be beheaded.
Someone advised him otherwise. After all, there were still several thousand Booyi.
Many of them were communal Booyi belonging to the various banners.
They could be used without much concern, but if too many were lost upon their return, the other banner lords would be greatly displeased.
Mangultai's position was not particularly good to begin with.
He had always been subtly suppressed.
Only because Huang Taiji had changed somewhat had he escaped the disastrous Fate he had met in history.
In truth, he deserved it.
Those who killed would eventually be killed. There was nothing to complain about.
Mangultai ultimately issued an order to execute one in every eleven.
He did not know that this order would cause another camp mutiny that night! This time, it was the Armored Banner Soldiers.
They were the second-tier elite of the Eight Banners, second only to the Ma Jia and White Armor.
They were the backbone of battle.
They were the true main force among the more than sixty thousand Eight Banners soldiers.
And they had