Gaburu smiled bitterly.
A revolution needed the soil of tyrannical rule to take root, but now the Beasts Pirates had adopted a conciliatory approach, winning over the villagers.
It left him completely at a loss.
Over the past few days, word of what had happened in town had spread among the laborers. Coupled with their families urging them, it had caused quite a few laborers to waver.
Gaburu had also been born into poverty and understood how the laborers felt. If they could keep their families fed, what did a little hardship and exhaustion matter?
But he knew full well that the Beasts Pirates could not possibly be so gentle. Once they left, the Beasts Pirates would certainly return to their old brutality.
Once the revolution failed, brutal retaliation would inevitably follow.
One bloody lesson after another had long since taught him that those jackals could not be trusted. They had to see the revolution through to the end.
But as things stood, the laborers' rebel army might well collapse before the Beasts Pirates even attacked.
They were holed up deep in the mountain forests, without enough food or warm clothing, sustained by sheer resolve alone. Once that resolve faded, the consequences went without saying.
"Earth Calamity Good."
Sabo's expression grew increasingly grave.
Ordinary people were shortsighted and easily deceived by pirates.
Unless the revolution succeeded, all their previous efforts would go to waste, and the laborers would still be exploited by the Beasts Pirates.
They therefore had to act quickly!
Sabo soon made up his mind and asked gravely, "Gaburu, if we take the offensive, what are our chances of winning?"
"Take the offensive..."
Gaburu looked troubled.
Given a choice, he would never choose a direct offensive. Guerrilla warfare was his specialty. A frontal assault not only offered extremely