The hundred or so people standing outside the Rice Field were all Cold Resistance Level slaves from Qingwu Village. With such a big commotion, they had long rushed out from the field and stood there unmoving, clearly still contemplating.
Upon hearing Hong Xicheng's loud call, some of them immediately reacted. Seeing that there were only two or three hundred Cold Resistance Level Subordinate Bureau members left fighting, a glimmer of hatred rose in their eyes. They raised their Iron Scythes and charged towards this side.
Once someone moved, even those reluctant to act were quickly swept up in the emotion and rushed over together.
"Run quickly!"
Seeing over a hundred Cold Resistance Level slaves charging over, Zhang Long and a group of Vice Managers were instantly scared out of their wits. They totaled almost three hundred people, and though there were still just over two hundred left, they were no match for the over ten thousand people surrounding them.
