"If they charge straight at us, they'll die, without a doubt. We'll barely take any casualties, but we probably won't be able to keep many of their horses. If they turn and run, then they'll get away. We can't catch them, but the cattle and sheep in the village will become our spoils of war!"
"Chief Divine! What use are cattle and sheep to us? Those slow four‑legged beasts can't possibly be brought back before winter… What we want are their horses, horses that can move fast! Whether we 'buy' them with Bow Spear, or 'buy' them with goods… how can these people be even more timid than rabbits? They're staying so far away, and they won't send anyone over to make contact with us? By rights, since we've raised the banner of the Mongolia Great Tribe, they ought to be coming to us of their own accord!..."
