White Lion sighed deeply, "I've been preparing for three years, thinking I could defend Bianli for three months. But once the Paratu People exerted their strength, Bianli couldn't even hold out for seven days. With the help of the shamans from the tribes, I thought we could at least sever an arm of the Paratu People, but we were still almost utterly annihilated."
Little Lion, as someone who had experienced it himself, didn't know how to comfort his brother.
"I thought I had overestimated the Paratu People enough, but in reality, I still underestimated them," White Lion patted his brother's shoulder, "We have much to learn. The other tribes look down on us after our big defeat because they haven't experienced the Paratu People's strength firsthand. Only when they also hit a snag will they understand what we've been through and regain their respect for the Red River Tribe. Only when they also hit a snag will they follow my strategy."
