The night passed without incident. Compared to the prisoners, who had slept comfortably through the night, eaten breakfast the next day, and then gone back to work, Kara—also a tribal person, whose rescue attempt had failed and who had lost another batch of subordinates—could not sleep at all.
After a whole night, she was both hungry and exhausted.
She had racked her brains over what had happened during the day, yet still could not understand it. She had brought her subordinates to rescue the captives, only for those captured subordinates to have no desire to leave at all.
At that moment, the situation had completely slipped beyond her control, and merely thinking about it left Kara irritated.
But her ravenous stomach forced her to set the matter aside for now. She turned around and led the rest of her subordinates out hunting and gathering, hoping to solve their food problem for the days ahead.
After all, given the level of development of primitive tribes, they could barely stockpile any grain. They mainly had to rely on going out hunting and gathering every day to feed the entire tribe.
However, during that earlier period, she had been in such a rush to gather people and rescue the captives that she had brought along the camp's only small reserve of food. By now, it had been consumed down to the last morsel.
She and her subordinates had already gone hungry for an entire night. If they did not go hunting and gathering, they would be finished even without the enemy attacking them.
Compared to Kara and the others, who still had to rush around constantly for food, the captured tribespeople had already succeeded in living a life free from worries about food and clothing.
When these fellows had first arrived, they had