The Older Bucks stopped, keeping some distance between them and Ron Carr.

The wolves also stopped, and after discovering that Karl, who was exactly the same as the most ferocious giant bear in the mountains, he took a few steps back.

There are still plenty of old and weak prey to hunt in the forest, and the wolves can't afford to compete with an adult bear.

The head wolf seemed to be a little unwilling to give up its close and low-hanging prey, pacing back and forth in front of the crouching wolves, howling restlessly, but in the end, after weighing the pros and cons, he led his pack away from the bucks and soon disappeared behind the trees.

"It's... Let's go? Carl looked incredulous, he thought there should be a bloody battle, but he didn't expect that the wolves, who had always been cruel and cunning, would willingly give up their prey.

"I said it would be rewarding." Ron was calm on the surface, but he was also lying on the inside, and he couldn't imagine that it could be such a god.

And even more outrageous is still to come, it seems that the last bit of physical strength has been exhausted by being chased by the wolves, and the old stag fell straight to the snow within seconds of the wolves withdrawing, his breathing getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to be stewed in broth.

The system is too intimate, and the door-to-door delivery has been arranged for the next step, and I am afraid that it is not a direct step to the stomach.

Venison is a good thing, in Ron's impression it is a great tonic that can nourish qi and blood, although this is the West in the era of cold weapons, and the locals probably don't believe in this, but whatever, this is also a rare delicacy.

Tie the dying old deer to their horses, and the two of them rode back along the way, the time consumed by the back and forth, plus the hunting and so on, and by the time they returned to the village of Ustok, the sun was already dim and the sun was about to disappear.

The venison was handed over to the women of the village to be tied, and the women, who had already organized dinner and were cleaning the dishes of the village, took up their kitchen knives again, skillfully bled and skinned the bucks, and then divided them into pieces according to their parts.

Ron sat and waited, taking his time to savor the delicious food. However, seriously, the tongue that is made by various modern crafts of MSG chicken essence really doesn't think too much about how delicious the food in front of you can be, just because of the half-cut dead mouse bottom as a contrast background, everything seems to be delicious.

While waiting for the venison soup to simmer, Arthur took advantage of Ron's free time to report on the situation in the village today.

The 20 logs have all been consumed, and the spears and wooden poles that the soldiers need have been built and each person has a few spare, but there is no need to be too hopeful about the quality, in short, it is a product that will be broken when it is chiseled down with a knife and an axe, and the tip of the spear continues to work overtime to catch up, and it is expected that all the soldiers will be armed within a week.

"It's too slow, can you speed it up?"

"No, it's the blacksmith himself and his apprentice who strike the iron, and the apprentices have been pulled by us to fill the army, and the speed is really not fast." Arthur almost subconsciously stood on the edge of the fire, making it impossible to see his face, "And the wood is depleting faster than expected, I have arranged for the men to go to the forest to the west tomorrow to cut a batch back." ”

"How can it be used so fast?" This will make Ron surprised, knowing that it is a full 20 logs, and it will not be burned in two or three days if they are all burned in the fire.

Arthur also reluctantly responded, "Guns, charcoal, and fortifications are all very expensive, and I later considered that the enemy might use siege equipment, so I reinforced the buildings of each village with wood, so that it was even more insufficient. ”

"It's always good to be cautious." Ron smacked his lips, the current situation is really a waste to be rebuilt, there is not much food to say, money reserves are just like that, weapons and equipment are only better than robbers.

"We still have a lot of work ahead of us." After a while, Ron added.

"Yes, very tough. By the way, I think it's necessary to remind the Legion Commander of one thing. ”

Arthur's expression was serious, as if he had caught some handle, although Ron couldn't see his face clearly at this time, he could still hear the change in his tone, "I understand, I will pay attention in the future, and I will not venture out alone with Carl again." ”

"So you went out alone with Carl in the afternoon? This is something I don't know yet, but since you yourself mentioned this matter, Commander, I must have reflected on it, so I won't pursue it too much, but for the sake of the survival and development of the entire Northern Boar Legion, you must pay attention to your own safety. ”

Arthur didn't dwell too much on the subject, leaving a hint of warning before quickly skimming it over, and then he stepped out of the shadows and whispered in Ron's ear, "The old men are too quiet, I suspect there is a problem, and in order not to cause unnecessary danger, I suggest that you take care of them as soon as possible." ”

"Do you think there's a problem?" Ron didn't respond directly to Arthur's request, but went through everything that had happened before in his mind, and then spoke again after a moment's silence, "There's no need for that, they are still one of the members of this village, and they are the elders of our legionnaires, and they can't do it without conclusive evidence, and rash action will affect the mood of our soldiers." ”

"Decide that this is something you should consider, and I will only be responsible for informing you." Arthur wasn't as annoyed that his request had been rebuffed, at least not as much as he had been at learning that Ron and Carl had dared to risk going out without their guards.

"But I'm curious why you feel that way, Arthur?"

"Intuition."

"Intuition?"

"Yes, intuition. Family inheritance or family heirloom, in short, our family is doing this. Arthur didn't elaborate, but the hint was already obvious, and Ron naturally didn't ask in amusement.

However, since Arthur said so, Ron had to be cautious from the perspective of what happened, and it was indeed not easy for the Northern Legionnaires to take direct action in this regard, but the women were the most suitable candidates, and it would not be a big deal to let them keep an eye on them.

"Anything else strange?" Ron asked.

"Strange place, there really is. But it's not a bad thing. Arthur blinked, his eyes full of curiosity and caution, "Sir, all I can say is that the soldiers under your command are advancing at a rapid pace, unseen and unheard of. ”

Arthur's perceptive, almost perverted insight amused Ron, so he chose to play on the topic haha, "Stegians are born warriors, and with a little training, it's not surprising that they can become qualified soldiers. ”

"As you say." Arthur knew it was time to step back and whispered back like a shadow and slipped out of the room.

When the women had stewed the venison soup, and Ron himself went to the place where the wounded and sick were recuperating with the boiling broth, whether it was sympathetic to the corporal or bribing the hearts of the soldiers, in any case, Ron wanted all the soldiers to see his attitude towards them—

Injuries are not discarded like garbage, but can be enjoyed by the dignified Legion Commander himself from hunting.

Then the rest of the aftermath does not have to worry about labor, the soldier only needs to fight bravely to fight for military exploits, even if he unfortunately dies in battle, he will be taken care of by Ron.