While White Butcher was mulling this over, Lin Youshu hurried in.
Seeing the expression on his adjutant's face, White Butcher knitted his brows.
"Did something happen to the wounded?"
At those words, Lin Youshu nodded gravely.
"The arrows were probably treated with poison."
As he spoke, Lin Youshu handed an arrow to White Butcher.
The arrowhead had already drawn blood, so it was impossible to tell whether it had originally been poisoned. The workmanship of the entire arrow was visibly crude—the rough equipment typical of a primitive society.
It was fortunate that they were so crude. The arrows lacked accuracy, and on top of that, the torsos of Great Zhou's soldiers were protected by armor. The arrows basically could not pierce their armor, so those who were hit had mostly been struck in places like their hands and feet.
"Come on! Let's check on the wounded!"
White Butcher rose and hurried to the medical camp.
The moment he entered, he saw a soldier who had been struck by a poisoned arrow. The man sat against a bed with his eyes tightly shut and his face deathly pale, large beads of sweat pouring constantly from his forehead.
When White Butcher approached, the medical squad leader quickly came forward to greet him.
"Colonel!"
White Butcher returned the salute.
"What condition are they in?"
"Those struck by poisoned arrows are in more serious condition. If the poison had been removed immediately after they were hit, they would be much better off. But some time was ultimately lost, and part of the poison has already entered their bodies."
At this point, the medical squad leader paused.
"The current symptoms are mainly localized numbness at the site of the wound, loss of sensation, and a high fever throughout the body. In more severe cases, there's