"Have the Beamon defenders in this city gone mad?" Seeing the city gates wide open, and the drawbridge lowered, the supreme commander of the Aegean Coalition's vanguard troops, Said Kas, could hardly believe his own eyes.
In his twenty-five years of military service, this battle-hardened veteran had never before encountered a city that dared to open its gates and calmly face the enemy with a large army at its doorstep.
"There are only two possibilities: either they've gone mad, or they are too confident." A burly Mulan General dropped the massive wooden mallet that was as large as a drum, flexed his thick arm, took a bowl of milk graciously handed to him by a beautiful maid, drank deeply, wiped the milk from the corners of his mouth, and said emphatically, "Chief Said, I firmly believe that the Beamon, who worship strength to an extreme degree, undoubtedly belong to the latter."
