Ron was not far from the place where he was going to take Carl, and the things he had to do were not some shady secrets, and he told Carl the truth about it halfway through.

"Since being arched a few times by a wild boar a few days ago, two or three wounded soldiers still have a low-grade fever, and it can't get better, although wild boar does help with recovery, but it's still too greasy, so I thought about hunting more hares and stuff."

The horses set off the snow waves and gradually decreased, and the speed of Ron and Carl slowed down, they were already approaching the area where the beasts were active, and riding forward like this would alarm the beasts, so they both turned over and dismounted at a suitable distance.

"And I'm thinking about putting my archery skills to the next level before I meet up with Stedia's regular army again." Taking off the short bow on the saddle bag, Ron actually smiled embarrassedly, he has many shortcomings, archery is one of them, he relied on luck to touch the jackpot before, but he can't always touch the jackpot every time, right?

Iron also needs to be hard, the most important thing is to improve his own strength, next time he hopes that he will hit the target with his ability, rather than relying on Xuan and Xuan luck again.

Just thinking about the fact that if he was to shoot an arrow as an example in the future, only to be missed by all the arrows, Ron's shame would explode on the spot.

But Ron's words to Carl are a strong man's high standards for himself, after all, Ron's riding skills and long-pole weapons are so slippery, and his archery skills are naturally not bad, and the reason why he brought himself here is probably to give some advice.

Although this pointer is not of much use to Carl, as a standard Imperial cavalryman, he is fully qualified to play with riding spears and throwing weapons, and Ron must know his own details in his heart, so whether to teach or not will be secondary, the key is to show that he values himself.

Both of them were on tiptoe, tiptoeing towards the mountains and forests in the direction of the vegetation.

"Tap the action."

Karl's behemoth physique was too reluctant to sneak all the way, but a dry branch was knocked off by a casual touch, and the sound of snapping and breaking alarmed the hare at hand.

The beast immediately straightened its ears, and after its keen hearing sensed that something untoward was approaching, it staggered and disappeared into the depths of the forest, and the other hares fled with it, and suddenly the huge mountain forest seemed somewhat silent.

Ron's reprimand hurt Carl very much, his eyes turned around and he said that his muscles could not be removed and put on the saddle bag, but he didn't say anything, and his body behaved very honestly—he immediately became more careful, and he had to take three steps forward with each step.

After walking some distance deeper into the forest, the creatures of the forest that had been hiding before finally showed their traces again, and the fat snow rabbit, which had stored a body of fat for the winter, gathered around a low-lying area where the snow had melted, and looked up and down, as if there was no vigilance.

"It's not time yet." Ron motioned for Karl not to act rashly, the group of hares looked defenseless, but in fact there were still guards among them who were watching the movement around them, "Look at that. ”

Carl put down the dagger in his hand and looked in the direction that Ron had instructed, and sure enough, he noticed that a hare was not drinking, but was jumping up from time to time and looking around.

"More ghostly than White's kid." Karl gave a high evaluation, "Then it's mine, sir... Oh no, Legion Commander. ”

Measuring the distance between the two sides, Carl regained his grip on the dagger and waited for Ron to give the order to attack, and they were to capture both hares at once.

However, when Carl turned his head, he found that Ron had drawn one of the few arrows, one on the bowstring, one in his mouth, and four on the ground for easy use.

"Is it necessary to fight such a big battle?" Karl couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart, "Those who don't know think that the army of Stegians has been pressed in front of them." ”

"The Legion Commander is really cautious, I should learn more from you." That's what he actually said.

But what Carl didn't know was that this compliment was obviously slapped on the horse's appendix, Ron knew best about his bow and arrow level, and the shame of being so excited by Carl surged up, and he wanted to be angry and laugh but his hand was out of force, and before he could remind Carl to shoot together, the arrow had already left the string.

Naturally, the arrow could not have been hit, and since it had been out of the bowstring, it had not flown out of a curved trajectory for a moment, and the whole time it was crooked as if it were doing a Brownian motion, and finally landed in front of the hare in charge of the guard.

It's like a provocation.

"Legion Commander, good archery!" Carl exclaimed, "Blocked the direction of that guy's escape." ”

As he spoke, his hands were not idle, and with all his might, the dagger stabbed straight into the hare's abdomen, with precision, strength, and timing, without diminishing the majesty of the time when he had killed the jailer in the prison.

As if he was ashamed and brave, Ron quickly took off the arrow on his mouth with a blushing face and fired the bow again, unfortunately, like the third, fourth, and fifth arrows that followed, they were very accurate and did not hit the hare, as Carl said, in the big move again and again.

At this moment, even if he was trying to control his emotions, Ron himself was about to be unable to restrain his laughter, and every arrow could accurately miss, which was about another level of accuracy.

The rest of the "lucky" surviving hare were quickly frightened and fled, leaving only Karl's one still lying on the ground and convulsing, the former went out and picked up the dagger and quickly ended its pain, and then picked up Ron's arrows one by one and handed them back to the other party, after thinking for a long time, he finally couldn't come up with a suitable word to boast, so he could only scratch his head awkwardly and smile, "The kindness of the corps commander, I can understand it." ”

Benevolent? Ron remembered that he did have a "benevolent" assessment, but he didn't want to be recognized in such a place anyway.

"Wait, don't worry, there will be a harvest." Ron whispered, and Carl could only nod his head.

Actually, if it's true, there will be gains, and Ron didn't lie. In the past few days, he has figured out what it means to increase the prosperity of the "superior breeding" in the [Riding Skill] talent to him by adding 0.5 per day.

In the final analysis, prosperity is directly related to the wealth owned by a fiefdom, but the system is still a very honest system, and it will not conjure up material wealth for him out of thin air, so the prosperity that increases every day will appear through other specific ways.

For example, Ron once saw a half-man-tall bird of prey, perhaps because of the scarcity of food in winter, actually set his sights on the poultry raised in the village of Ustoke, and then planted himself into a villager's house, and is now locked up considering whether to kill the stew or keep it for other purposes.

Sure enough, it didn't take long, that is, a few minutes, to hear the sound of rapid galloping in the mountains and forests, and as far as the eye could see, Ron could only see the snow waves behind the trees.

"Be careful." Sensing that something was wrong, Ron subconsciously reminded him, and by the way, he shamelessly bent his bow and arrows again.

The thing that caused the snow wave soon appeared in front of Ron and Carl, and it was an elderly buck...... Wolves chasing behind.