Border Soldier: My fiancée snatched credit and broke off the engagement, so I promptly became a marq

Han Wenshan did not immediately attack the fortress.

After the city gates closed again, no one left Blackstone Castle.

Everyone knew that Han Wenshan retreated outside the fortress not because he was afraid of Chen Mu.

He simply treated the fortress like a bowl, first covering it with three hundred personal guards, and then waiting for the people inside to suffocate.

The snow in front of the Military Merit Hall had been trampled black.

The wounded soldiers were carried down from the north wall, the smells of medicine, tobacco ash, and horse manure mingling together.

The men of the Fire Station Battalion had just survived the great battle and hadn't even had a chance to get some sleep when they were choked by this large Korean banner.

Some people are afraid.

The fear was obvious.

A young guard gripped a wooden shield, his hands trembling.

Old Chai saw this, but instead of scolding him, he simply leaned his iron hook against the side of the man's shield.

The iron hook struck the wooden shield with a muffled thud.

The guard looked up at Old Chai and slowly steadied his hand.

Han Wenshan did not immediately attack the fortress.

The three hundred personal guards he brought planted horse posts a short distance from the fortress.

Horse hooves crushed the snow, nails were driven into the frozen ground, and bags of hay were unloaded one by one.

Looking down from the city wall, it resembles a new black camp, pressing down in front of Blackstone Castle.

Han Wenshan took a step back.

But this step is not an admission of defeat.

The knife was moved from the neck to the chest.

As soon as the sun sets, he can still use the military command to intimidate people.

Chen Mu sat on a low stool next to the list of military merits.

It wasn't that he wanted to sit.

Lin Qinghe kicked the stool behind his legs.

"If you stand there and crack again, I'll have someone tie you to the medical tent."

Her voice was not loud.

Old Chai immediately lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

Chen Mu glanced at her but did not refute her.

He really can't afford to fall now.

Each time it falls, the three hundred guards outside will take half a step forward.

Lu Shuangyi stood before the list, her silver armor still on.

Ji Yunzhou sat behind the makeshift desk, pen in hand, his expression calmer than the night before.

He's already been taken to the police station.

It's too late to just be a spectator now.

Chen Mu pointed outside the city.

"Old Chai."

"exist."

"Take six men and go up to the city wall to count the horses."

Old Chai was stunned for a moment.

"Counting horses?"

Chen Mu nodded.

"Three hundred imperial guards, they said three hundred."

"How many horses, how many pack animals, how many quiver bags, how much fodder?"

"Count them all out."

Old Chai's eyes gradually brightened.

"This is also considered a merit?"

"remember."

Chen Mu said, "From now on, the Cooking Battalion Merit Record Team will be temporarily established."

"Those who kill the enemy will be credited with killing the enemy."

"The ability to protect the book is a merit of the book protection."

"Those who can count the military supplies of both our own and the enemy's should keep records and check accounts."

A suppressed gasp immediately rose from the crowd in the cooking camp.

Auditing the accounts.

These three words don't sound impressive.

But when it reached the ears of the cooks, it was even more valuable than a reward.

These people, in the past, did nothing but carry firewood and tend fires in the army, or were herded around by others.

Now Chen Mu tells them that counting horses, grain, and arrows can also be used to record labor.

Old Chai stood even straighter.

"Yes, sir!"

He ordered six quick-witted and fast-moving people.

Some people carried wooden chips, some carried charcoal pencils, and some carried old shields to block the wind.

They didn't go down to the fort; they just lay on the crenellations of the city wall, peering out through the gaps in the crenellations.

The Han family's personal guards outside quickly discovered it.

A captain of the personal guard rode forward and coldly shouted, "What are you looking at?"

Old Chai, huddled behind the stack, shouted back:

"Let's see how much you eat!"

A low chuckle suddenly came from the city wall.

The captain of the personal guards' face darkened, and he placed his hand on his bow quiver.

Before the arrow was even drawn, Lu Shuangyi's personal guards had already pressed the crossbow muzzle against the edge of the battlement.

The two sides remained frozen in place, separated by wind and snow.

Chen Mu did not look up.

"remember."

The registrar asked, "What should I record?"

Chen Mu said, "Deputy General Han led a single cavalryman in an attempt to use bows to suppress the soldiers searching the Black Stone Fortress."

Ji Yunzhou paused for a moment, his hand holding the pen still.

He looked at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu also looked at him.

"Lord Ji, shall we write it or not?"

Ji Yunzhou remained silent for a moment, then put down his pen.

"Write."

As soon as that word was uttered, the expression on the face of the imperial guard captain outside the city grew even uglier.

He did not fire an arrow.

Because if he releases it, the first entry on today's new list will be about the Han family's personal guards coercing a military interrogation.

He had no choice but to back down.

Old Chai grinned from the city wall.

For the first time, he felt that even a charcoal pencil in his hand could intimidate people.

Half an hour later, the first wooden slip for checking accounts was delivered to the list of military merits.

Old Chai's hands were red from the cold, but he was as excited as if he had just killed an enemy.

"Three hundred personal guards, actually three hundred and twenty-seven men."

"Three hundred and forty-one horses."

"Forty-six pack animals."

"Ninety-eight for hay bags."

"There are more than three hundred bow bags, and another twenty-seven short crossbow bags."

The more Ji Yunzhou listened, the more his brows furrowed.

"Escorting four people, and carrying so many crossbows?"

No one answered.

The wind blew past the list, and the blank list of merits and demerits was abruptly pasted onto the wooden board.

Lu Shuangyi looked out of the city.

"They're not here to escort anyone."

Chen Mu said, "I'm not here to assist."

He took the piece of wood and looked at the word "charcoal" on it.

"They've come to besiege the fortress."

Su Wan stood at the entrance of the Military Merit Hall, holding the supplementary register.

When she heard those three words, her fingertips turned slightly white.

She used to only know that the Zhao family's high status could protect her.

Now she saw it; what Gao Men brought wasn't protection, but layers upon layers of blades pressing down.

Anado squatted beside the list, her hands still tied with rope.

She looked at the wooden piece and suddenly laughed.

"Your Han Chinese army is really interesting."

"When escorting prisoners, they carry more supplies than when fighting a war."

Zhou Tie glared at her.

"Shut up."

Anado shook the rope on her wrist.

Did I say something wrong?

Chen Mu said, "That's right."

He looked at her.

"Then take another look and see if there are any barbarian-style leather buckles on the hay bags."

Anato's laughter paused for a moment.

She squinted and looked towards the pack animals outside the city.

The sunlight from the snow was a bit dazzling.

She stared at it for a long time, and her expression slowly changed.

"Third row, sixth bag from the left."

"That's not Liang Jun's way of buckling."

Lu Shuangyi immediately raised her hand.

Zhou Tie looked in the direction she pointed.

The bag of hay was half-hidden by the horse's body, so only the corners were visible.

Chen Mu asked, "What kind of buckle?"

Anado said, "Quickly, the Northern Barbarian King's tent will be sealed."

"When traveling on the grassland, the bag should be able to be opened with a simple pull."

"Your Liang army wouldn't tie them up like that."

Ji Yunzhou's expression changed slightly.

The fodder bags of the Han family's personal guards used the Northern Barbarian knotting method.

This is not a conviction.

But enough to write a piece.

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

The registrar immediately picked up his pen.

"Among the packs carried by Deputy General Han's personal guards, there are suspected to be straw bags from the Northern Barbarians; this needs further investigation."

Outside the city, Han Zhao quickly learned of this message.

His face was frighteningly grim.

"Who told them to bring those straw bags?"

The bodyguard beside him whispered, "The supplies were in disarray last night; they probably took them from the Black Tiger Camp's old warehouse."

Han Zhao suddenly looked at him.

Old warehouse.

These two words are more deadly than a straw bag.

Why are there Northern Barbarian-style straw bags in the old warehouse of the Black Tiger Camp?

Han Zhao dared not think any further.

Inside the fort, Chen Mu had already had the words "Meritorious Service Team" written on a small wooden plaque.

The wooden sign was very rough.

It hung next to the military merit list, and when the wind blew, it bounced back and forth against the wooden planks.

The sound was not loud.

But it felt like each blow was hitting someone's heart.

Old Chai looked at the wooden sign, his eyes reddening.

"Chief Chen".

"From now on, will our cookhouse be more than just a place to tend fires?"

Chen Mu looked at the Han family's personal guards outside the city.

Beside the cavalry outside the city, a member of the Han family's personal guard was unpacking a bag of hay.

He moved quickly, tearing the bag open with a single tug.

Ordinary Liang Jun's straw bags must be tied tightly to prevent the grain from spilling halfway.

The man's technique was like that of a rider on the grassland—fast, light, and smooth; when the bag fell, not even a few bits of grass flew off.

Chen Mu saw this scene but didn't say anything immediately.

He wanted the cooks to see it for themselves.

Sure enough, Stone suddenly whispered, "Uncle Chai, is the opening of that bag the same as Anado described?"

The smile on Lao Chai's face slowly faded.

He wrote this down on the back of the wooden piece.

Chen Mu then spoke.

"It used to be."

"From today onwards, it's not just about that."

Old Chai wiped his face with his sleeve.

Stone, with his injured arm in a sling, stood behind and laughed.

Su Wan felt a pang of sadness and pain in her heart as she watched this scene.

She used to look down on Chen Mu for being a cook.

But now, he is gradually rewriting the three characters "火头营" (Huotouying) to have a different meaning.

Lin Qinghe placed a bowl of warm medicine next to Chen Mu.

"I drank it."

Chen Mu looked down at the medicine.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Qinghe's eyes immediately turned cold.

Chen Mu had no choice but to pick it up and drink it.

Anado chuckled softly beside her.

"You also have someone you're afraid of?"

Chen Mu put down his bowl.

"She takes care of injuries."

Anato raised an eyebrow.

"And me?"

Chen Mu said, "You're in charge of deducting."

Anato's smile froze for a moment.

Someone in the fire station couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Anato ground her teeth, but didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, a gong sounded from outside the city in the distance.

Han Wenshan sent someone to deliver a letter.

The letter was not for Lu Shuangyi.

It wasn't for Ji Yunzhou either.

It's for Zhao Hong.

When Zhao Hong saw the envelope in the dungeon, his expression changed instantly.

He opened it and glanced at it, and he looked ten years older.

Zhou Tie retrieved the letter and delivered it to the list of military merits.

The letter contained only one line of text.

Confess before sunset to save Zhao Chenglie's life.

After reading it, Chen Mu looked up towards the dungeon.

Han Wenshan began to cut into the Zhao family.

Whether Zhao Hong will turn against Han Zhao depends on whether he still wants to protect his son.