Mang Gurtai is incredible.

This is an amount that has not been lost in decades.

So much for one night!

If he went back, he would have no chance of survival.

It is impossible for Huang Taiji to let him go, and it is impossible for other Eight Banners dignitaries to let him go!

After all, these soldiers are not just under his banner.

Many of them were drawn from public schools.

He had no choice but to try his best to treat her.

And he was filled with fear.

He was worried about doing it again.

As a result, I started to treat people less often.

He even ordered the young men who were captured to be released and gave wine to the soldiers.

This is a completely incredible move.

In fact, he thought that he would die anyway if he went back, so why not see if doing something different would prevent the camp roar from happening again.

In this way, he might still have a chance to survive.

After all, no one wants this to happen again.

Fortunately for him, it didn't happen that day.

He immediately ordered to set off the next day.

We only walked 20 miles.

These Eight Banners, who have strict military discipline and are well-trained, are absolutely crawling.

They have to walk at least 60 miles a day.

Still fine on the third day.

He continued to walk between 15 and 20 miles, and still ate good wine and meat every day.

And let the coaters be full too.

Finally, two months later, the Jurchens withdrew from the pass one after another.

In the capital city, above the court, in pubs, restaurants, hotels, and on the streets, rumors began to spread.

"I heard that the Jurchens were scared away by a big monster."

"I heard that the monster seems to be as big as a boat."

"Where will that monster go in the future?"

"Who knows?"

"Looking at it this way, it's actually a good thing."

"Yes, it shouldn't be called a monster, it should be called a god." Soon some ignorant people began to worship the evil monster.
Chapter completed!