As this loud voice spread throughout the wilderness, the pursuers behind everyone finally slowly stopped. 1

There is no doubt that the Stegia nobleman who took the lead in chasing the fugitive was most likely hit by Ron's arrow, and because the level of protection of the military nobles is usually very good, and the short bow used by Ron is very low, it is basically impossible to cause fatal injuries.

So there is only one possibility at the moment, and the completely hopeless arrow shot by Ron was picked up by the Sturgian nobleman who took the initiative to hit him in the face.

The remaining captives ran farther and farther away, all chanting Ron's name to express their joy for the rest of his life, and even Ron, who had been tense all the time, was infected by their emotions.

After all, the days spent in prison were too painful, and now that you have escaped from there and reminisced about the past that happened inside, you really wonder if you would have survived the same way if you had experienced it once.

But now, they are still free to breathe in the fresh scent of the wind and frost of the Northland.

I don't know what the fate will be, but they survived!

They actually came out of that damn dungeon alive!

Ron was sustained by unprecedented joy, overcoming the exhaustion of his body that was on the verge of collapse with great mental will, and after the pursuers behind them gave up pursuing them, they continued to gallop forward for hours until the horses had reached their limits.

Ron found a leeward hiding place, and as soon as everyone entered, they fell straight to the ground as if they were dead, motionless, but fortunately their snoring was no quieter than the sound of the wind and snow outside, so Ron didn't have to worry about their safety, grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his cheeks, and then carefully brushed his mouth, and after completing his personal cleaning, Ron finally couldn't support it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

After a day and a night's rest, and refreshed his spirits, Ron instinctively opened his eyes.

Most of the people in the camp had woken up, except for one or two sergeants who were too weak to do so, still in a coma, who had spontaneously gathered firewood and lit the bonfire, the warmth of which barely kept the lives of the fugitives alive.

On the top of the campfire were several Sturgia-style helmets, which were no doubt being used as iron pots by them at this moment, and the smell of meat wafted from the "iron pot" that made the stomach twist, and Karl was distributing food to the people.

Seeing Ron coming over after waking up, Carl smiled at him knowingly, and stabbed the largest piece of meat in the "iron pot" with a dagger and handed it to Ron, "Horse meat, tired to death." ”

If it was before, even if Carl would distribute food to Ron, he didn't bother to add to him that the horses were exhausted rather than slaughtered by them, but now Ron is not only a lifesaver in his heart, but also the backbone who will lead them to escape back to the empire next, so it is necessary for him to explain it clearly to Ron, who was born in cavalry.

You must know that for these cavalrymen, the lives of war horses are sometimes more valuable than their own.

It's just that Carl didn't expect that the cavalry Ron didn't frown, and took the horse meat and began to gobble it up.

Eating the meat in large gulps, his stomach was flooded with nutrients, which allowed Ron's brain to get back to high speed.

After last night's escape and life-and-death escape, the already small number of legionnaires suffered frightening losses along the way, and Ron carefully counted them, including the two unconscious, there were now 10 people in the hiding camp, and if they didn't wake up, there would only be 8 left.

Not even a row of the Legion's standard phalanx is enough! The rest of the journey was bound to be dangerous, and it was uncertain when the Stedians would find it again, or the hungry beasts of the mountains and forests would be used as food.

But it's not without good news, now Ron finally has free time to check out the "stuff" he has.

There are a total of 18 types of talents that the system provides to you.

Talents that can increase one's combat effectiveness include one-handed weapons, two-handed weapons, long-pole weapons, bows, crossbows, throwing weapons, horsemanship, and running.

Talents that can play a role in tactical strategy are [Scout], [Tactics], [Charisma], and [Domination].

The rest of the talents are related to logistics, such as [Forge], [Trading], [Heal], [Management], [Engineering], and [Rogue Habits], which saved Ron's life countless times.

And those talents that seem to only improve Ron's personal combat effectiveness can actually have an effect on his soldiers as well, and if he can oversee a village or even a town in the future, these skills can still provide high bonuses.

Because of the unfortunate death of the original owner, Ron's [Long Pole Weapon] and [Horsemanship] are now far more proficient than all other talents.

"The proficiency level of the long-pole weapon is 160 points, so let me see...... You can point out six skills related to long-stick weapons. ”

After a lot of hard work, Ron finally decided to use his skills for "Cavalry", "Come Prepared", "Sharp Stab", "Footwork", "Lancer" and "Drill Heart".

After his mind gave a definite order, an indescribable sense of power suddenly spread throughout Ron's body, and even those battlefield experience and the experience of using long-pole weapons that needed to be accumulated over many years were deeply rooted in his mind at the same time with this sense of power, and became a part of himself that he would never lose.

In just a few seconds, Ron was surprised to find that the limit of damage he could inflict on enemies with his long-pole weapon had increased by nearly 30%!

This means that Ron, with a clean stab, can now kill one and a third of people at once!

Rounding it up to 10 is that!

On top of that, Ron has a 25% chance of forcibly knocking an enemy out of his horse when wielding a longpole weapon on horseback, and for cavalry, falling from his horse in battle is a doomed fate, unless his armor is extraordinarily expensive enough for everyone to realize that capturing him will bring a lot of oil and water, he will definitely be chopped to slag.

"Strange? How do I feel like I'm always trying to poke something? After the food was distributed, Karl patrolled around with a rifle in hand, and in that moment, his body was infused with strange powers because of Ron.

This is also one of the effects of the current six skills of [Long Pole Weapon], and the troops you lead also enjoy the appropriate skill bonuses.

As for the last remaining "+1 daily security in the town", Ron had no idea what would do it, after all, they were still in danger, let alone overseeing a fiefdom.

"Then it's the skill of riding."

With the experience of [Long Pole Weapon], the speed of assigning [Riding Skill Points] is much faster this time, because Ron's [Riding Skill] only has 125 proficiency points, so he only has 5 skill points that can be assigned at the moment.

"Flexible War Horse", the accuracy of individual horse handling is increased by 10%, and the cavalry riding skill in the formation is increased by 30 points.

"Superior breeding", the possibility of lameness and death is reduced after the horse falls, and the daily prosperity of the supervised settlement is increased by 0.5.

"Nomadic Tradition", the speed of the army is increased by 30% when moving, and the damage of the Lancers is increased by 10% during battle.

"Riding in the Wind" increases the mount's maximum speed by 5% and increases the movement speed of troops by 2%.

"Rescue the Soldier Like God", when joining the battle as a reinforcement, gain +10 morale for your team, and have the garrison provide an additional 20% security in the overseer's settlement.

In terms of [riding], Ron mainly points to the speed bonus, and everything else is secondary. After all, whether it is from the era of cold weapons or to the later years of missile bombardment, the concept of military nobility and speed has always been implemented as a key factor in winning a decisive victory on the battlefield.

During World War II, the mustachioed officers took the "blitzkrieg" to the extreme, all the way from the territory to the city of Moscow, and the once invincible France became a laughing stock under their high-speed tanks.

Squandering all the skill points, Ron also happened to eat the piece of horse meat in his hand, licking the grease on his fingers with some unsatisfactory satisfaction, and he looked at the horses around the camp who were huddled together for warmth, and his eyes were somewhat unfriendly.

Still, Ron knew which was more important than his own life.

"Sir?"

In Ron's stunned moments, all the people in the camp gathered around him, and the two unconscious people woke up at this time, and they learned about the current situation from the mouths of their companions, and their faces were full of joy and sadness that could not be concealed.

The same expression appeared on everyone's face, and Carl was no exception, at most a little diluted by his fierce appearance.

There is only one reason for their grief, and that is that they are still afraid of the unknown fate that lies ahead, and they desperately need someone to step up and lead the way, and naturally they find Ron, who has shown amazing leadership talent since he was in prison.

Ron knew what was going on in their hearts, too.

"I am very touched that people believe in me and are willing to be driven by me."

"But I must inform you that before I was captured, I was only a ten-commander, and I only need to obey the arrangements from above to ensure that my soldiers can fight bravely and survive as much as possible."

"So everyone should know that I have no experience in leading a small group of troops to run long distances behind enemy lines far from home."

Ron's words to dispel his own ambition were remarkable, and the morale that was originally quite condensed instantly dropped to the freezing point, but in fact, this is what Ron wanted.

His plan to escape is nothing short of whimsical, even frenzied, so he must eliminate all possible instability, and if this group of people has unrealistic illusions about themselves and frustrations in their actual actions, they will most likely bring the whole team to a pulp.

It's like a game in which the 0/8 super ghost is constantly talking bad and trying to turn the tables on his teammates, trying to complete his plan to open the next set early with fifteen shots by hitting their mentality.

Ron would never allow such a person to exist.

Sure enough, after Ron's words, the people with lively minds began to turn their eyes to seek their own way out, and after saying that they moved a few people, they resolutely took some of the supplies and went the opposite way.

Ron was completely resigned to this.

These people are all undetermined elements, and when they leave, they will leave, and the remaining people who have not left are the essence necessary for the next escape.

That is, the backbone.

Big waves of gold rush!

Ron somehow felt the same emotion as a great man.