There were only five men left in the camp now, which was too shabby compared to the number of escapees from the prison.

But Ron knows very well that although there are fewer people now, all of them are the ones who can ignite the fire of the entire Calradia continent in the future.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

Carl chose to stay, his terrifying fighting power barely made the rest of the people feel a little safe, and to Ron's surprise, the soldier who had been viciously threatened by himself in the prison a day earlier to eat a dead rat did not leave.

After a little thought, Ron understood what was going on. The behavior of [hooliganism] in his own eyes may be a benevolent act to save his life in front of this person.

You must know that in this era, the ancestors of the philosophers who advocated human rights may still be in an embryonic state, so prisoners, and prisoners of hostile countries, should not expect to be treated normally at all, and it is already the mercy of the jailer to have a bite to eat and hang for their lives.

Oh yes, Ron had seen a video of a certain hamster before he crossed over, and the behavior of a certain island nation was even more beastly than the people of these barbaric times, and the two guards who were killed by Ron were simply the most holy and benevolent human saints compared to the island nation.

The thought came back to the eye, and the man... Seems to be called "White"?

Being able to escape here on a war horse and follow him together, it seems that his riding skills are also quite good.

The wind and snow in Stegia are still blowing, faintly blowing bigger and bigger, and it is very likely to incur unnecessary risks if you go out rashly at this time, and with such a heavy snowfall, the pursuers of Stegia will not risk going deeper.

So Ron arranged for everyone to stay in the hiding place for another day to regain their strength, during which everyone once again had a good meal of horse meat, protein and calories to quickly repair the broken bodies of these Imperial soldiers.

By the third day, when the snow outside had become much lighter, Ron finally called the other four people in front of him to share his plan.

"Our current position is in the northern part of the territory of Stirgia, in other words, we are the northernmost part of the entire continent."

"So it's not too difficult to go south through the many towns and fortresses, and then through the lines of defense against our own by the Stegians against our own, as long as we have wings and can fly."

Ron said teasingly, the people in front of him were all from civilian backgrounds, uneducated, and had no understanding of the geographical concept of the entire continent, and they had all been thinking about how to fight the Sturgians all the way south.

However, Ron's words ruthlessly shattered their illusions, and it was a plan that would not succeed at all, and the only way to do so was to become a prisoner of the Stegians again.

While feeling that he and the others made the right decision to follow Ron, the remaining four people couldn't help but worry about their comrades who chose to leave.

"So, sir, what's your plan?" Carl asked.

"Head north." Ron pointed in a very different direction than his homeland, where high mountains rose and snow covered the permafrost all day long.

There is the limit of human civilization's expansion in the face of nature, and unless the explosion of human technology points out the technology tree all the way, you can only choose to surrender under this severe cold.

"The Stemians began to intermarry with the Nords a long time ago, and the Nords were pirates who arrived here by ship from outside the continent."

"They built villages along the coast and settled in the era, living by herding and fishing, as well as looting."

"So I mean, we're going back by boat."

Ron's plan was theoretically simple: snatch a boat from the village and coerce the locals into sailing them all the way southwest to the territory of the country of Varangia.

Because there were still two countries between Varangia and the Northern Empire, and there was no actual territorial border, there was always peace between Valangia and the Northern Empire, and as long as Ron and the others reached Valangia, they could take a trade caravan all the way back to the country.

In practice, however, it is difficult.

How do I find a village? And how do they willingly lead themselves across the icy sea? And how to return home safely and completely from Varangian?

Each ring is littered with fatal problems.

However, this plan is much safer than the previous plan of going straight south.

The lesser of the two powers, after a short period of thought, everyone has made a decision in their hearts.

To the north!

All the way north!

Looking at the fighting spirit that kept popping up in the eyes of the soldiers in front of him, Ron smiled with satisfaction, "As long as everyone is willing to believe me, then I, Ron, swear to bring everyone back safe and sound!" When the time comes, everyone will be heroes who will return triumphantly! ”

The not-so-encouraging words still ignited their confidence, after all, they had no one to rely on but Ron so far.

And in the face of a desperate situation, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, people will hold on to it and never let go.

After a little rest after the conversation, the five-man team sorted out all the supplies that were left, covered up the traces of someone stationed here, and headed north.

They have stepped into a barren land in the true sense of the word.

From then on, whether the five Ron can survive or not depends not only on their individual efforts, but also on whether the gods in charge of the wind and snow are favored.

It didn't take him too far before Ron noticed that the ground beneath their feet had turned from cold mud to hard frozen ground, and the temperature had dropped considerably.

Wars with the Sturgians broke out in the autumn, and most wars usually broke out in the autumn, when the crops were ripe and the invading army could get food nearby. Ron, on the other hand, spent some time in the dungeon for an unknown amount of time, and now it was estimated that it was winter time.

"It's cold." Rubbing his palms to keep warm, Ron looked at the scenery in front of him as if it was dyed with a thick layer of white filter, blurry as if it was a fantasy, and he almost couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction for a while.

yes, isn't it impossible to distinguish between fiction and reality? Not long ago, he was just an ordinary person, although he had a hobby of fighting and the XP of "helmet sexuality" that most men have, but if he suddenly let himself come to a world where war is more than stormy, it is still difficult to really accept it in his heart.

However, if it comes, it will be safe, which can be regarded as an indirect fulfillment of Ron's dream of fighting on the battlefield like a real tough guy wearing a tin can, and its immersive experience (referring to one-life clearance) is not comparable to the previous use of modern technology to buy a suit of armor and participate in a live cosplay abroad.

"Ron, sir!" The horseman named White stopped the distracted Ron, and rode up to him, "I smell fresh horse manure!" ”

The astonishing words ignited everyone's vigilance, White had been working as a scout before, and contrary to the stereotype in Ron's mind, a scout did not mean the kind of skinny horse with simple protection, not much stronger than a donkey, and died as a cheap cannon fodder unit on the eve of the war of the great army.

On the contrary, the Scouts have always been the only elite class that can do it - gaining enemy information, covering the battlefield, obstructing traffic, disrupting logistics, and even charging at enemy formations with their own shock cavalry if necessary.

So as soon as White was warned, everyone did not suspect him.

"How long ago? How many people are there? In which direction did you go? Ron's face was quite solemn, could it be that their whereabouts had been exposed? The Sturgians had already set up an ambush on their way?

"It won't be long, sir, maybe we'll be separated by ten minutes! The number of people, the number of people should not be much. White pondered for a moment, and quickly spoke his further judgment, "I guess they are not Sturgia's cavalry, because there is no smell of concentrate in the horse manure." ”

War horses are often worth much more than the cavalry on them, and many times military commanders would rather their soldiers starve than ensure that the horses are fed, otherwise these livestock may really be left to their knees when a major war is imminent.

In order to ensure that the horses exert their full combat effectiveness, it is not enough to just feed them forage, beans, grains, and even the mounts of the commanders can also enjoy the service of eating eggs, which is far more valuable than the rations of the grassroots soldiers.

"No smell of concentrate?" Ron repeated White's words, and at the same time, an eyebrow quickly appeared in his mind, "Lead the way, White, take us to the place where those 'good friends' go, whether we can be fed and clothed, it's up to you White!" ”

The scout nodded, and rode to the front of the five-man team, guiding everyone all the way with his sensitive nose, like the hounds that the nobles hunted for their prey when they hunted in the woods, but the hounds were just the playthings of the nobles, and White was desperate for his life and future.

The seriousness of the two is naturally judged.

It didn't take long for Ron to notice that the snow around him was fading a little, and after riding for a while, they saw the verdant greenery for the first time in a long time, and the plants were rejuvenated in this barren land.

It's not clear why, but it certainly says a lot about the fact that there's a village in the vicinity!

The hands of the Imperial soldiers were naturally on the weapons at their waists, and no matter what happened next, a bloody battle was inevitable for their own survival.

However, things often turn out to be dramatic, and when the five of Ron are about to arrive at the village where the smoke is rising, the people in the village come running towards them on their own initiative.

"Help, my lord!" Their expressions were so painful that they didn't look like they were faking at all.

And Ron looked in the direction they were fleeing,

Those who chase them,

And Ron they are "the same",

It was also a soldier of Sturgia.