After a moment of silence, a hint of determination flashed in James's eyes, and he said in a low voice.

"Rickon, gather your brothers, let's rest for the night, and set out tomorrow early in the morning to overthrow them, the soldiers will be handed over to us, and the rest will be handled by you, how about it?"

Hearing the unquestionable tone of James's mouth, Rickon also said solemnly.

"No problem, Lord James. ”

"Alright, you go and prepare. James suddenly thought of something, and continued. "It's better to find a few more lads with good marksmanship, and I hope to keep the casualties to a minimum this time. ”

Although the training of the militia was not as frequent and strict as that of the knights, some improvised operations were still possible.

"Okay. ”

"Hmm. James waved his hand to signal his pass.

After Rickon returned to camp with his two men, James turned to Ron and the others with a serious face.

"You have heard the seriousness of the matter, so go and prepare, I don't want anything to go wrong in the battle tomorrow morning, all right, go to the camp and find your own accommodation. ”

After a pause, he turned his gaze to Nick Dao next to him. "Nick, let's talk about it later. ”

With James' permission, everyone except Nick walked towards the camp.

Leaving temporarily, Ron quietly glanced at Nick, and he found that this guy was no different from usual.

If it weren't for the scene he saw last night, maybe he would still be confused.

However, fornicating with someone outside the realm is not much of a crime for a probationary knight, but it is different if you know what fornication is.

Ron remembered the shrill birdsong of yesterday, which seemed to be some kind of hawk-like bird of prey.

Most of the territory is relatively empty, and only the fields planted by civilians can be sheltered, and if the bird dares to fly in the daytime, it can be spotted at a glance.

I just don't know the specific time and place of Nick's contact, if it's just at night, it's a little difficult to do. ’

Ron pondered things as he followed the group to the camp.

Led by a militiaman, he came to a gray-black tent.

There was nothing left in the tent except for a low bed, which looked like it had been set up recently.

It was just before noon, and it was still a little time before lunch, and after sitting in the tent for a few minutes, Ron walked out of the tent with a short bow and arrows.

Outside the camp, some idle militiamen were gathered around and didn't know what they were doing, and from time to time there was the sound of giggling.

The others never knew where they had gone, and they couldn't see their shadows at all.

Ron glanced at him, beckoned, and motioned for one of the small militiamen to come over.

Soon, the militiaman walked up to him with a somewhat restrained expression and said respectfully.

"My lord, what do you command? ”

Ron gestured to the bow and arrow in his hand and asked calmly. "Is there any woods or anything like that around here, I want to hunt some game before lunch. ”

"Yes. The militia nodded hurriedly. "There is a grove to the southwest of the camp, where there are often hares, and the occasional pheasant, which you can see ten minutes away from the camp. ”

"yes, I see. Ron nodded.

Immediately, he turned and walked towards the outskirts of the camp.

However, just as he was about to leave the camp, he suddenly saw Granger walking in from the outside with a gloomy face.

Granger was slightly stunned when he touched Ron, and then he noticed the bow and arrow that Ron had prepared in his hand.

"Going out?"

Not expecting to run into Granger, Ron nodded.

"Well, go get some prey and spice up the recipe. ”

"Prey?" Granger reminded with a frown. "Tomorrow you have to be ready to act, don't go too far. ”

"Yes, it's around here. Ron smiled.

"Hmm. ”

Granger nodded, stopped talking, and walked straight past him towards the camp.

Ron looked back at Granger's departing back, and suddenly, he noticed that Granger's right hand was trembling slightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were exposed, and there was a faint trace of blood hanging on it.

Just as he wondered what had happened to Granger, in the direction Granger had come, two militiamen, dressed but in stock, were walking towards each other.

Both of them had a lot of bruises, obvious signs of swelling on their faces.

One of them's eyes directly turned into two slits, looking like a pig's head, obviously having just been beaten.

Ron watched with a strange look as the two militiamen walked around him and towards the camp, he shook his head speechlessly, and then walked towards the outside of the camp.

He wasn't much interested in Granger's business.

All he had to do now was to find the woods and see if the bird was resting nearby.

It's not been a long time since last night, but at the speed of a bird, I don't know where it's going, and all he's doing is a bit of a fluke.

If you do, it will be a big surprise.

After leaving the camp, he followed the direction the militiaman had told for ten minutes, and sure enough, a dark green forest appeared in his field of vision.

The area of the woods is not large, but it is very dense.

The sunlight shines through the cracks in the trees and hits the ground in patches of light of different sizes.

There is a faint bitter smell of rotting leaves in the air.

As soon as he walked into the woods, Ron saw a pile of burning black ash and bones exposed on the leaves on the ground, and he didn't know who had done it.

He looked up at the treetops around him, and from time to time he could see small red and green birds flying over the dense branches, but the eagle-like birds of prey did not find a single one.

Frowning, he headed deeper into the woods.

Ten minutes later.

In some of the gloomy woods, there was a slight sound, and then a black shadow shot straight out of the bushes.

There was a 'bang' and it stuck to the trunk of a large tree.

It was an arrow, and a gray hare the size of a puppy was hanging from it, and the arrow was shot right into the rabbit's head, and blood was running down the wound.

After a while, Ron in brown leather armor quietly walked out of the woods amid the sound of a sigh of soot.

He walked up to the tree, tore the rabbit off the arrow, tied it with a rope and hung it around his waist, and then put the arrow back into the quiver.

And around his waist, in addition to the rabbit he had just hit, there was also a pheasant with bright feathers.

The woods weren't huge, and Ron had walked them all in just over ten minutes.

Aside from hares and a few smaller critters, there was no such big bird as he had imagined.

Looks like the bird has flown away from here.

However, Ron didn't feel disappointed about this, after all, the previous plan was just a chance.

Now that the big bird had not been found, and the prey had already been caught, he had no intention of staying here.

After looking around again, Ron walked in the direction of the woods.

The midday sun was very harsh, the clear blue sky was cloudless, and the warm wind blew from time to time.

Ron, who had just stepped out of the woods, immediately smelled a faint smell of dust.

Soon he was back in the gray militia barracks.

At this time, in the camp, some militiamen carried short spears made of wood out of the arsenal and sharpened them with grinding stones, as if they were preparing weapons for tomorrow's battle.

Not far away, the militia captain named Rickon was calling some of the best young men to his side to give a lecture.

Next to them were brown hunting bows and grey feather arrows, apparently someone he had found to shoot arrows.

However, Ron was unimpressed.

It takes a long time to train a bow and arrow to be useful in battle.

After all, the target you need to focus on is not just a stationary target, it is always moving.

If you want to make your arrows hit, you need not only good eyesight and strong physical fitness, but also an observation of the surrounding environment and accurate prediction.

Know that maybe a gust of wind can deflect the arrow's trajectory in the direction you intended.

James estimated that Ryan didn't really rely on these boys to find the people who were looking for archery.

Instead, it served as a cover, covering them to sneak up on the captured village, and then use melee combat to kill all the bandits.

This is the safest and safest way to do it.

You must know that at this moment, there are less than fifty militias in this camp who can fight.

That's still the total number of people you get from rallying to nearby towns.

The Lannis area of the territory is somewhat barren compared to the rest of the territory, and it is also a relatively remote place from the defense line of the Ryan Empire.

Although there are homeless bandits in the vicinity, there are not many in general, which is why there are fewer militias.

Of course, because of this, for such a long time, those deserters have not collected too many outcasts and bandits, and things are still under control.

After listening to Rickon's lecture for a short while, Ron turned to find a place to dispose of the two prey on his waist.

However, as he passed by a tent, James's deep voice was heard intermittently from behind the tent.

"The situation seems to be a bit troublesome this time, and I suspect that there is a need for us in addition to the neighborhood."

"No problem, if it's true," the other voice replied similarly in a low voice.

Ron could hear that it was Nick's voice.

But because there was a tent separating them, the two also deliberately whispered to each other, and he didn't hear the words clearly.

Frowning, Ron felt that things weren't as simple as they might seem.

Judging from James's unclear words, it seemed that there was someone else here besides deserters and outcasts.

Suddenly, he thought of the big bird that Nick had released last night.

'Could this be something to do with Nick?' Ron was a little alarmed.

If so, then what James said to Nick may reveal something.

As he pondered, the bearded Del emerged from a tent on his left and grinned at the sight of Ron standing there and the hare and pheasant at his waist.

"Hey, boy, where did you call these things? ”

"Huh?" Ron quickly gathered his thoughts at Del's voice, raised his head and smiled.

"I'm in a small forest, I'm about to deal with it, would you be interested in helping me. ”

"Oh, of course. Del said with a smile on his face. "In the past two days, I have only eaten coarse bread, and I have long wanted to change my taste. ”

"That's good. Ron gestured a short distance behind him. "Let's go to the clearing over there and skin it first. ”

"No problem. ”

When Del was the first to walk towards the clearing, Ron glanced back at the tent next to him and followed.

Except for the two of them, who were preparing for game, most of them were nervously preparing for tomorrow's battle.

As a result, the camp looked very busy.

Stirring up a bonfire with a stick to make it burn brighter, Ron placed the bunnies by the fire.

He raised his head and looked at the originally clear sky, but at this moment, in the far north distance, a trace of black-gray clouds was slowly spreading towards this side.

"It's going to rain tomorrow. He muttered softly.