White Butcher had dared to remove the shackles from the tribespeople because he naturally had confidence in his decision.
After these past few days, the tribespeople should have realized that Great Zhou had no interest in persecuting them. As long as they worked honestly, their lives were countless times better than before.
If they couldn't even understand that and still wanted to run, then they could only be called fools. If they ran, so be it. They weren't actually short of a few laborers.
With the arrival of a new day, the logging team's work at the jungle camp was still progressing rapidly.
After some time, the area of this tribal camp had already expanded several times over.
Whether for Great Zhou or for the captured tribespeople, the recent days had been busy yet peaceful.
However, such days did not continue forever...
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"
"Watch out for the enemy's poison arrows!!"
"Anyone hit by an arrow, fall back and treat your wounds!"
Amid a burst of commotion, poisoned arrows shot out one after another from the depths of the jungle, attacking the Great Zhou soldiers guarding the surroundings.
At that moment, the enemy was hidden while they were exposed, forcing the Great Zhou soldiers to raise their shields and defend passively.
Seizing this opportunity, figures rushed out of the jungle one after another. They grabbed the tribespeople who were transporting lumber and began dragging them toward the jungle.
Judging from this formation, there was no need to say more. Kara had gathered people from the other camps and come to rescue them.
Up to this point, everything had gone extremely smoothly—until the next second, when the tribesman who had rushed out to rescue them pulled, yet failed to move the person at all.
He turned around in confusion,