'Smack!'

Ron also sat directly on the ground due to the severe consumption of his wounds and physical strength.

With the sound of rapid breathing, he gritted his teeth, gripped the cross sword on his shoulder, and slammed it hard.

'Whew!'

A streak of blood rushed out of his shoulder.

Throwing away the cross sword in his hand, Ron took out a small red vial from his waist with one hand, which was a must-have gold sore medicine for every servant on a mission.

After removing the stopper from the bottle, he poured the powder into the wound.

The feeling of abnormal pain hit him, making Ron's body tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat soaked his body in an instant.

After a long time, when the pain gradually subsided, he pulled out a piece of cloth and bandaged it expertly.

Most of the injuries on the body are small, and the most important thing is the last one.

If the deserter had used a little more strength, I'm afraid that Ron's arm would have been completely useless, instead of leaving only a piece of flesh and blood like now.

At this time, the wooden house had already been dilapidated after the battle of two people, and there were large holes everywhere.

Outside, a light rain was still falling, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Looking at the corpse next to him, Ron had a complicated look in his eyes, this was the first time he had experienced the most tragic battle since he came to this world.

The strength of the other party is infinitely close to that of a trainee knight.

But such a strong man was killed by him, even though he paid a great price for it, but the other party still became a corpse after all.

At this point, Ron still had some feelings of disbelief in his heart.

At that time, although his physical strength was not completely overdrawn, it was not far behind, and the dense wounds on his body gave the other party the illusion of the end of a strong crossbow.

So, as soon as he noticed that Ron was showing signs of not being able to hold on, the deserter couldn't wait to give up the defense and rush over, and was finally killed by the dagger in Ron's hand through the head.

If that guy had been spent a while longer, Ron would have been unable to bear it, but his anger clouded his sanity and made a stupid decision that cost him his own life.

There may have been some luck in this, but if it weren't for Ron's own strong fighting skills and the opportunity to trade for injuries in the end, I'm afraid the outcome would have been different.

He sat down and rested for a while, and when he had regained some strength, he got up from the ground and walked over to the corpse and groped for it.

Beneath the heavy armor was a layer of chain mail, and around the deserter's waist, Ron found a brown money bag.

It's just that there is nothing noteworthy in it except for some copper plates.

Tucking the copper plate back into his arms, Ron frowned.

"Could it be that these powerful guys really inadvertently broke into the territory, and it has nothing to do with Nick?"

Contacting Nick's anomaly last night, he originally thought that this matter was more or less connected with Nick, at least there would be a clue or something.

But the two temptations, the other party's expressions, showed that Nick was a stranger's name to the deserter, and he didn't know it at all.

Of course, even if he has nothing to do with Nick, Ron doesn't believe that the identities of these deserters are innocent.

That powerful combat power alone is no longer something that ordinary deserters can have.

Suddenly, Ron remembered what James and Nick had said in the tent yesterday.

It seems that there are other people in this vicinity besides deserters and robbers.

"Could it be those people?" he wondered slightly.

The big bird that Nick released that night must have carried some kind of information, if it was not a deserter, then it was most likely a third-party person.

It's just that only James and Nick themselves know who those people are.

As he pondered, the quiet village was again filled with a cacophony of sounds.

More than a dozen militiamen with short spears were hurrying towards this side, and in front of the militia were the gray-haired Kaye and the cadet James.

Both of them had a lot of blood on their bodies, and a long hole was cracked in the leather armor on Kaye's chest, revealing the inner lining, and a faint red color oozing out.

Seeing who it was, Ron's slightly tense nerves suddenly relaxed again.

Soon, a few people who rushed to notice the scarred wooden house, and Kaye, who was holding a double-edged axe in his hand, broke in directly with a gloomy face.

However, when he saw Ron standing and the corpse of the deserter on the ground, he was stunned.

It took a long time for Kaye to react and grin.

"Well done!Little Ron, I guess you're not going to die!!"

Hearing the other party's concern, Ron also pulled out a smile and kicked the corpse next to him

"It's just a matter of luck that he himself hit his head in the dagger. ”

"Haha, this damn unlucky bastard!" Kaye spat out.

James and a group of militiamen in the back also walked in quickly, and found the corpse of the deserter on the ground, James was also obviously stunned, and then looked at Ron.

After seeing Ron's scarred figure still standing, he nodded appreciatively.

"Ron, yes, can you still walk on your own. ”

Most of his body is traumatic, except for a slightly heavy shoulder, which does not actually affect his movement.

"No problem, Lord James. Ron moved his body and affirmed.

"Good. Nodding again, James gestured to the two militiamen behind him. "You two bring the corpses to the camp, and the rest of the people clean up. ”

Having received orders, the militia moved quickly.

Then James turned to Ron and said in a deep voice.

"Go back and recuperate, this is not over yet, and you may need to spend some time here. ”

Hearing James's words, Ron frowned slightly and nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, sir. ”

"Hmm. ”

When he had finished speaking, James ignored the two and turned to walk out of the cabin.

Ron and Kaye walked out right after.

Ron didn't know if what James was talking about was the deserters or the third party.

Either way, things seem to be more complicated than previously expected.

On the way back to camp, Ron simply made up the battle and told Kaye that the deserter's death was a lucky accident.

He doesn't intend to reveal his true strength until he gets to know Nick's secret.

And in the early stage of the battle, although he also killed a deserter, it could only be regarded as a sneak attack, and it didn't say anything.

On the way, by talking to Kaye, Ron also understood what was going on after he had led the deserter away.

Two captains were seriously wounded, two servants were completely killed, one was crippled, and the militia casualties numbered dozens of people.

At this terrible price, the deserters were all killed.

After all, in that case, capturing and torturing them alive is simply an impossible task, and the only way to ensure the safety of everyone is to kill them all.

Listening to Kaye's words, Ron frowned slightly, and he looked up.

"What about Del, how is he?"

There were only eight followers in the two teams, except for the lucky one who fell from his horse and fell into the cabin and passed out directly, the others were not in good condition, and the two servants died directly.

"Rest assured, he's not dead. Speaking of Del, Kaye's face darkened. "It's just that the right hand is gone. ”