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

The old military license plate lay fallen in front of the broken wood of the three-poster.

piece.

Ten yuan.

One hundred dollars.

Some were burned black.

Some had their names scraped off with a knife.

Some of them still had frozen mud stuck to them from the mass grave ditch.

The cooks stood around, but no one spoke.

They had seen dead people.

They also dragged corpses.

But seeing so many buried military license plates piled together still sends chills down one's spine.

These are not wood.

They were a group of people who had fought in battles and shed blood, but whose names were never even recorded in the military merit register.

Old Chai picked one out of the pile of military license plates.

The wooden sign only has the character "Liu" left on the front, but there are two shallow pot scratches on the back.

He recognized the mark.

In the old days, the cookhouse didn't have charcoal pencils. Whoever had received a meal would scrape their military tag along the edge of the pot. Two scratches meant they had received two meals.

"Liu Da'er".

Old Chai's voice was hoarse.

"He died guarding the west wall six years ago."

"The camp said he deserted before the battle and didn't send any grain home."

He picked up another piece.

"Hu San Deng".

"He was crushed to death while moving arrows; the record says he was injured in a fall and had to leave the camp."

Several veterans from the cookhouse slowly squatted down.

They don't recognize all the names.

Yet there are always people who can recognize a knife mark, a burn mark, or a patch.

The old case that Du Song brought was only one volume.

There was an old military license plate on the snow, but it belonged to a car.

Du Song stood behind the desk, his expression changing for the first time.

He brought with him an old case that claimed that privately created lists would cause chaos in the army.

The pile of military license plates in front of him, however, was asking him something else.

What should a lowly soldier do if the official military register doesn't record personnel?

Han Wenshan only glanced at it.

"The mass grave ditch is a place where players usually discard their cards."

"What's wrong with burning damaged old plaques in a centralized manner?"

Zhou Tie still had half an arrow shaft stuck in his left arm.

He slammed a military license plate on the table.

"Will they erase your name when you fold and then write down a new one?"

The front of the dog tag bears the name of a fallen soldier.

The back, however, is engraved with the Black Tiger Battalion's honorary title.

One life.

I took notes twice.

The dead soldier was scraped away that time.

The Black Tiger Battalion's moment of glory was saved.

Ji Yunzhou grabbed the second piece.

Also.

The third piece.

still.

He Wenbo squatted down and flipped through the cards, his face growing paler with each flip.

"These plaques bear the fire seal of the old warehouse of Bailang Pass."

"It cannot be burned without being deregistered in the armory."

Yan Heng looked at Han Wenshan.

"Deputy General Han, explain."

Han Wenshan said, "A few old plaques, anyone can carve them."

"Then let's examine them one by one," Chen Mu's voice came from the medical tent.

He was not carried out.

Lin Qinghe refused.

But the curtains were open.

"Check the age of the wood."

"Batch number with flame test stamp".

"The Black Tiger Battalion will be awarded their merit badges."

"Compare it with the records of military achievements over the years."

"There's bound to be one piece that's real."

Han Wenshan sneered: "How many months pregnant are you?"

"In just a few months."

Suddenly someone outside the door spoke.

Zhao Hong was helped out by two military officers.

He still can't speak.

But he was holding a wooden plaque in his hand.

Zhao Chenglie followed beside him.

The Chitieku escort team had already brought the father and son to the fortress gate. After news of the attack on the mass grave reached them, Yan Heng sealed the gate and detained them.

This was a half-step he gained in exchange for a complete falling out with Du Song.

Zhao Hong walked to the pile of military tags and knelt down.

He searched through the snow for a long time and finally picked out seven pieces.

He then pointed to the old fire seal wax on Han Zhao's two suspected orders.

Ji Yunzhou understood.

"Are the seals on these seven military tags and the two suspicious orders from the same batch of old seals?"

Zhao Hong nodded.

Registrar Su Wenyuan immediately took paper and made a rubbing.

The flame mark on the dog license plate was missing a corner.

The two suspicious orders also have the same missing corner on the crease.

It's not a guess.

No decryption is needed.

If you stick the marks together, even a stone can understand them.

"Bite-into-the-mouth!"

Ma Liu lay on the stretcher, his face wrapped in cloth, still trying to correct himself.

"That's what you call a stamp."

Stone glared at him: "You've fallen like this, and you're still talking nonsense."

"His mouth didn't fall."

Someone in the cookhouse chuckled.

The laughter quickly stopped.

Because Crippled Three hasn't returned yet.

Old Chai looked at the empty space, and the wound on his back seemed to ache again.

"Zhou Tie".

"What exactly happened?"

Zhou Tie gritted his teeth and recounted what had happened in the mass grave ditch.

When they arrived after circling around the dry riverbed, Miao Jiu was leading his men to burn paper talismans.

Han Zhao led twenty Black Tiger Battalion cavalrymen to bury them north of the ditch.

Zhou Tie steals the car.

Ma Liu drives the horse.

The lame man jumped into the fire to retrieve the last bundle of military tags.

During the retreat, Miao Jiu attempted to surrender, but Han Zhao shot down his horse with an arrow. The crippled man tried to drag his companion back, but they were surrounded by the Black Tiger Camp.

"He told us to go first." Ma Liu lay on the stretcher, his eyes red. "He said the cards were faster than his legs."

Old Chai's eyes immediately reddened.

Stone picked up the pitchfork and headed towards the fortress gate.

"I'll go replace him!"

Du Song shouted, "Stop!"

The stone didn't stand.

Two military officers drew their swords and stopped him.

Chen Mu called out from inside the medical tent: "Stone."

The stone stopped moving.

"return."

"The crippled player asked you to protect the cards, not to give them to a second person."

Stone's shoulders trembled.

"Then just ignore him?"

"Tube."

"How should we manage it?"

Chen Mu did not answer immediately.

He also wanted to leave the castle.

They wanted to take Que San and Miao Jiu back.

But now he can't even get out of bed.

The Royal Guard Order is gone.

The review team was also dismantled.

This is a loss he has to swallow.

Han Wenshan looked at the medical tent and slowly said, "Chen Mu, didn't you say there were still people left?"

"Now there's one less."

Lu Shuangyi drew her knife in an instant.

A cold light pressed down on Han Wenshan.

"If Crippled San dies, I'll take Han Zhao first."

Han Wenshan's smile remained unchanged: "Is Lieutenant General Lu going to mobilize his private troops for Chen Mu again?"

Du Song slammed his fist on the table.

"Sheathe your swords!"

Lu Shuangyi did not accept it.

Yan Heng, however, placed the seven military tags in front of Du Song.

"Master Du."

"The same old seal was stamped on the suspected orders and the military tags of the dead soldiers."

"The young man from Chitieku entered the fortress with half a book in his hand, and was immediately silenced by the Black Tiger Battalion's short crossbows."

"Miao Jiu went to the mass grave to burn memorial tablets, and Han Zhao ambushed the imperial inspector's evidence-gathering team, taking away witnesses and guides."

"You want to first accuse Chen Mu of illegally establishing military power?"

Du Song stared at the military license plate, remaining silent for a long time.

Han Wenshan said, "Han Zhao is not here; this is only Zhou Tie's side of the story."

"So I went to ask," Yan Heng said.

"Who's going?"

"Military Law Enforcement Office"

Yan Heng took out his military law badge.

"The Blackstone Fortress temporary review team has been reassigned."

Du Song suddenly looked up: "You dare?"

"They are not private soldiers."

"They were incorporated into the military law register, specifically for verifying old military badges, allocations from the Red Iron Depot, and the Black Tiger Battalion's merit awards."

"All actions are ordered by the military law office and recorded by the patrol inspector's office."

"Chen Mu has no authority to deploy troops; he is only responsible for accounting."

Ji Yunzhou immediately moved the imperial inspector's wooden plaque to the side.

"The records are kept in the same way as those of the imperial inspector."

He Wenbai glanced at the copper plaque of the accompanying clerk that had been infiltrated, and then at the scraps of paper left by Qiao Wu.

He also put down the review sign.

"The audited accounts are verified."

Three cards.

It was placed next to seven old military plates.

The old case of Qingliubao, brought up by Du Song, could no longer be suppressed.

This time, the review team was no longer just Ji Yunzhou who mentioned it and Yan Heng who temporarily recorded it.

It has military laws.

There are records of imperial inspectors.

There are cases for review.

Chen Mu no longer directly transferred people.

Han Wenshan's most ruthless move, ironically, forced the team to complete its formal recognition.

Du Song's expression changed several times.

Finally, he picked up the third black card.

Everyone thought he was going to be convicted.

He broke the black tag in half and threw it back into the wooden box.

"Chen Mu has illegally established military power; his conviction is temporarily suspended."

"The temporary review team is required to ascertain the origin of the old military license plate within five days."

"If no concrete evidence is found five days later, all will be prosecuted."

It's not about winning everything.

Only five days.

Crippled San is still in Han Zhao's hands.

Miao Jiu's fate is unknown.

Han Wenshan did not fall.

But the name of Huotouying, which had just been demolished, has come back.

Er Gou, who had knelt down earlier, was still at the back of the crowd.

He looked at the newly written words "Temporary Review Team," the snow on his knees still unmelted.

When Shi Tou turned around and saw him, he neither cursed nor told him to get lost.

They simply threw a blank wooden sign over.

"Can you engrave words?"

Er Gou caught the wooden sign, at a loss for what to do.

"I know a little."

"Then let's carve out the lame three."

"He's not dead yet."

"Therefore, only the name is inscribed, not the death."

Er Gou's eyes reddened, and he squatted down next to the banner, carving Que San's name stroke by stroke with a knife.

This is not forgiveness.

Not everyone can reunite.

However, the people Han Wenshan wanted to separate by family members were forced to sit back together because of a comrade who had been taken away.

Old Chai, holding onto the door panel, slowly straightened up.

"Chief Chen".

"What's the first thing you should note?"

Chen Mu looked at the empty seat left by the lame man.

"No credit will be given."

"Remembering people."

"Lame Three and Miao Nine, we need to see them alive."

"Han Zhao ambushed the evidence-gathering team and took away the witnesses."

"Recover it within five days."

Stone gripped the iron fork tightly.

Ma Liu, lying on the stretcher, raised his hand.

"I can still find my way around."

Old Chai scolded, "You should heal your face first."

Yan Heng handed the rewritten military order to Zhou Tie.

The first line of the order was not about sending troops.

It's a grain inspection.

Among the military tags recovered from the mass grave, seventeen had the same Chitieku allocation number engraved on the back.

It doesn't correspond to swords and armor.

It was a crossbow mechanism used to guard the north wall.

There were originally twelve ballistae on the tent at Blackstone Fortress.

Only three are currently usable.

Anato stared at the dial signal, her expression slowly changing.

"Batu's men will not wait five days."

Lu Shuangyi asked, "What do you mean?"

"The mechanisms that flowed out of the Red Iron Treasury did not only enter the Northern Barbarians."

"They also knew that Blackrock Fortress only had three ballistae left."

Suddenly, a sharp gong sounded from the north wall in the distance.

A sentry rushed into the training ground.

"Report!"

"Large sled tracks discovered on the north slope!"

"At least three hundred men are heading towards Blackrock Fortress!"

Han Wenshan looked at Chen Mu and finally stopped smiling.

Chen Mu leaned against the medical tent and glanced down at the ballista allocation number on the military tag.

War has not yet broken out.

The armory has already arrived.