Bab 538: Chapter 99 Monsoon_4

The Green Plumed Feathers exchanged glances, some bewildered, but someone broke the silence, cheerily saying, "The Great Shaman stands with us, what do we have to fear?"

"Third, this autumn, I don't plan to call up the warbands to advance east into the pastures."

The tent fell quiet, with some expressing regret, "Can't we send at least a few? It's such a waste not to eat meat that's there for the taking."

"Not only will we not go, but we will also persuade the three great tribes not to go," White Lion pondered. "The Paratu are already a boiling pot internally, their stress relieved only by continuous victories. Having suffered a great loss, they are likely to face turmoil. If we rashly send troops over, it would only unite them again."

When it came to strategic matters, everyone had unlimited trust in White Lion. Despite some disappointment, they shouted in unison, "Woo!"