"Your... Your Highness, charging at the enemy atop a bison's back?"
Upon hearing the question from His Highness, Mohe could barely articulate a response. He had witnessed the ferocity of bison charging wildly, fierce as the spring thunder, their hoofs drumming against the earth, capable of knocking down trees as thick as a person's arm. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined charging into battle while mounted on a bison.
Mohe was stunned for a while before he reacted. He shook his head repeatedly and hurriedly explained.
"It's impossible, Your Highness, that would be a death sentence! Not to mention, how to sit steadily on the wildly fluctuating back of a bison without being thrown off by the frenzied giant beast... Even if there were a way to mount a person, it would be meaningless because there is no way to control the direction the bison runs!"
"Really, no way to control it?"
