"Look carefully. This is a wangliang, this is an Aoyin, and this is a Chisel-Toothed Person." After spending years every day scratching at sand tables and drawing maps, Xiang An had gradually picked up some skill in calligraphy and painting. Though he was far from proficient, drawing a few simple foreign races was still within his ability.
And surprisingly, they looked quite convincing—vivid and lifelike.
"General, these are those so-called 'foreign races'?" Wei Hao made a great fuss, looking at Xiang An with disbelief in his eyes.
"This..." Zi Juan also looked confused. "Monsters?"
"They're foreign races, not monsters, though there isn't much difference. Fortunately, no spirits or demons appeared in Big Brother's dream this time. I'd have quite a bit of trouble dealing with them alone." Though Xiang An said this casually, his expression was grave.
"What worries me most right now is morale." With a sigh, Xiang An leaned back against Surging Wave Gallop's foreleg.
The three generals looked at one another, unsure what to say.
But if they truly had to fight the things Xiang An had drawn, morale would indeed be a major issue.
Those monsters looked savage and terrifying even in portraits, enough to make one's blood run cold. If they were standing before them in person, they would be utterly horrifying. It would already be good if the soldiers did not immediately think of fleeing—how could they possibly think of fighting such ghostly things?
"Fourth Uncle, Little Four, Wei Hao, take these portraits back and show them to the soldiers first. At the very least, let them prepare themselves mentally." Xiang An had a headache as well. For now, this was the only thing he could do.
"General—!" Just as the three generals were heading back with the portraits in a daze, Liao Ye