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

When the gray cloth was brought into the medical tent, it was still covered in snow.

The handwriting is crooked.

It's not the handwriting of the lame man.

Limpy San could carry a tent on his back, but he didn't like writing. The strokes he wrote looked like sticks, each stroke distinct and lifeless.

These six words are too hasty.

It's as if they're deliberately trying to make it clear at a glance: this is a threat, not a cry for help.

Upon seeing this, the stone exploded on the spot.

"I'll go replace him!"

Old Chai raised his hand and slapped her.

The slap wasn't very hard, but Old Chai gasped in pain from his back injury.

"What are you going to offer in exchange?"

"Use your broken shoulder?"

Stone's eyes were red.

"Then let's just watch?"

No one answered.

Ma Liu squatted at the doorway, his fingers constantly picking at the mud on the soles of his boots.

This was the first time he had been so quiet since returning from the mass grave.

Crippled Three went out with him.

The person didn't come back; only the military license plate returned.

This debt weighs on him more heavily than a short chain.

Han Wenshan quickly sent someone to deliver the second item.

A cloth bag.

Upon opening it, one finds the iron claws and the machete mark on the back of the lame man's back.

There was no blood on the iron claws.

There was only a wisp of gray cloth.

Han Wenshan stood outside the tent, his voice low.

"Han Zhao at the old beacon tower on the north slope."

"He said he would exchange the old military tag from the mass grave, the iron pins from the Hetianku warehouse, and Qiao Wu's belongings for the person."

"If you don't deliver after noon, just send back a hand first."

Lin Qinghe's expression changed.

Lu Shuangyi's hand rested on the hilt of the knife.

Yan Heng asked, "You spread Han Zhao's words quite quickly."

Han Wenshan said calmly, "They were intercepted by the scouts on the north slope. It's a matter of life and death; I dare not suppress it."

That's perfectly fine.

It was as clean as snow.

But everyone knows that Han Zhao is his adopted son.

The three things Han Zhao wanted were all evidence pointing to Chitieku and Black Tiger Camp.

It's not a change of personnel.

It's a bill exchange.

Du Song looked at Chen Mu.

"Crippled Three is your man."

Chen Mu shook his head.

"He was the cook at Blackstone Fortress."

"Don't detain my private soldiers."

Du Song's expression darkened slightly.

Chen Mu then asked, "Han Zhao only wants the evidence, not the grain, the horses, or to open the door?"

Yan Heng replied, "Yes."

"What he's afraid of isn't the pursuers."

"It is evidence."

Ji Yunzhou asked urgently, "What should we do about Keren?"

Chen Mu did not answer immediately.

He looked at the iron claw.

The marks from the machete were still on the handle.

That was carved by Old Chai himself, originally used to distinguish which captured item belonged to which team.

Now it has become a token of hostage-taking.

The tent turned into a knife.

Han Wenshan said from outside, "Chen Mu, didn't you say there were still people left?"

"The person is about to die."

"Will you save her or not?"

The cooks all looked toward the medical tent.

If Chen Mu were to talk about saving someone, he would be exchanging evidence for it.

If they don't save him, Crippled San might really be crippled by Han Zhao.

This was Han Wenshan's most ruthless strike.

He did not force Chen Mu to confess.

He forced Chen Mu to choose between "tent" and "person".

Chen Mu coughed twice, his chest tightening with pain.

Lin Qinghe pressed down on his shoulder: "Don't say too much."

Chen Mu, however, looked at Ma Liu.

"Which way did you see Han Zhao retreat last night?"

Ma Liu looked up, his voice hoarse.

"North of the dry riverbed."

"How many roads are there near the old beacon tower?"

"Sanjo."

Which one can pull the sled?

Ma Liu was stunned for a moment.

"Xigou".

"Which path can hide someone?"

"The stone hollow to the east."

"Which route will allow Han Zhao to escape back to Black Tiger Camp?"

Ma Liu gritted his teeth: "It's still Xigou."

Chen Mu nodded.

"The others are at the old beacon tower, while the goods are in Xigou."

"He wanted us to take the evidence to the old beacon tower, which means he didn't want us to investigate Xigou."

Han Wenshan sneered, "You think you can weave a path out of a piece of gray cloth?"

Chen Mu ignored him.

"Anado".

When Anado was brought in, she was still wearing a rope on her hands.

She glanced at the gray cloth, then at the arrow shaft.

"The arrows are short-feathered, from the northern barbarians."

Han Wenshan immediately said, "Did you hear that? Han Zhao may have already fallen into the hands of the Northern Barbarians."

Anato smiled.

"Short feathers are real."

"That's not the correct way to tie it."

"The Northern barbarians don't tie a knot when binding hostages. A knot that can't be tied will cause problems."

She touched the gray cloth with her chin.

"These were tied up by Han Chinese."

Yan Heng put away the arrow shaft.

"remember."

Du Song looked at Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan's expression finally turned cold.

"The wind is erratic on the north slope, so it's hard to tell who tied it up."

Just then, a muffled thud came from the city wall.

The first ballista was tested.

With the crossbow arm pulled to 70%, a tooth on the winch suddenly broke.

Half of the iron tooth shot out and struck a crossbowman's cheekbone.

The crossbowman fell to the ground on the spot, blood flowing rapidly from his face.

It wasn't a fatal wound.

But everyone along the entire north wall could see it.

The ballistae in the tent that were usable ended up injuring our own men if we tried them out.

Just as Han Wenshan was about to speak, Zhou Tie rushed down from the city wall, holding a broken iron tooth in his hand.

"Red Iron Seal!"

He slammed the iron teeth onto the table.

"It's not old damage!"

"The teeth are freshly filed!"

Old Chai's eyes reddened when he saw the wounded soldiers being carried away.

"Nine fewer are not enough."

"The remaining three planes are still going to harm people."

Shi Tou gritted his teeth and stopped rushing.

He held back for the first time.

Because the lame man is outside.

Because Chen Mu is still unable to move.

Because Han Wenshan was waiting for him to make a mistake.

Chen Mu looked at the newly filed iron teeth and finally spoke.

"We cannot exchange evidence for it."

Ma Liu suddenly looked up.

Chen Mu added, "We can't just leave them without saving them."

Yan Heng asked, "How can we save them?"

Zhao Chenglie suddenly grabbed the wooden fence and stood up.

"Han Zhao will not be alone at the old beacon tower."

Everyone looked at him.

Zhao Chenglie's face was as white as paper, but he spoke very quickly.

"He led the Black Tiger Battalion out of the city, and never kept the real stuff with him."

"That time with the fake head, he had Zhao Ping carry the box."

"During the Black Pine Ridge incident, he had his old servant saw off the axle while he blocked the way behind him."

"He wants the evidence, so he won't stand where the evidence can reach and wait."

Han Wenshan looked at him coldly.

"Zhao Chenglie, you even understand the military affairs of the Black Tiger Battalion now?"

Zhao Chenglie gripped the wooden fence tightly, his voice trembling.

"I only found out because they took credit for me."

That's disgraceful.

But it's useful.

Du Song glanced at him and finally had the clerk write it down.

Zhao Chenglie did not become a good person.

This was the first time he had shown everyone the dirty food he had eaten.

"Take a fake one."

Du Song frowned: "Falsified military records?"

Chen Mu shook his head.

"It is not fake evidence."

"It's an empty box."

He looked at Lu Shuangyi.

"Let them think we're sending evidence to the old beacon tower."

"Really go to Xigou."

"The boxes over at the old beacon tower need to be heavy."

"Let Han Zhao hear the sound from the bottom of the box."

Zhou Tie grinned: "Fill it with stones?"

"Load scrap iron."

Chen Mu looked at He Wenbai.

"Are there any scrap iron slags in the old sealed boxes at the Heitie warehouse?"

He Wenbo immediately understood.

"have."

"It's heavy when you lift it up, it makes a sound when you shake it, and then seal the outside with three more tents."

Chen Mu nodded.

"If he wants evidence, let him hear the evidence first."

"Hold him back for a moment."

"The rescue in Xigou was just one cup of tea away from being completed."

Han Wenshan immediately said, "This is a private order to mobilize troops."

Chen Mu leaned back against the pillow.

"So it wasn't me who gave the order."

He looked at Yan Heng, Ji Yunzhou, and He Wenbai.

"Witnesses were kidnapped, and evidence was demanded."

"Military court rescues witnesses."

"The Imperial Inspector's Account is a Preservation of the Old Plaque."

"The reviewing officer examined the seal on the iron storage box."

"Which of the three dares to write it? Whoever gives the order."

No one spoke for a moment inside the tent.

Outside, the north wind whipped up snowflakes that pelted against the curtains.

Finally, Yan Heng picked up his pen first.

"Military law tent, to save witnesses."

Ji Yunzhou then began to write.

"The imperial inspector's account, preserve the old plaque."

He Wenbai closed his eyes and wrote the third line.

"Review the accounts and verify the seals on the iron storage boxes."

Du Song looked at them.

The old military judge said in a deep voice, "If we lose, all three accounts will be held jointly responsible."

Yan Heng said, "If we don't save him, the witness will die today."

Ma Liu suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to Xigou."

Old Chai looked at him.

Ma Liu's face turned deathly pale, but he didn't back down.

"I lost Crippled San last night."

"I know the way today."

Chen Mu looked at him.

Are you scared?

Ma Liu grinned, but his smile looked more like a grimace.

"Afraid."

"I'm afraid I'll still go."

Half an hour later, the two empty boxes were carried toward the old beacon tower.

The eight actual military officers, four Lu family guards, and Ma Liu had already left the fortress, skimming the snow line at Xigou.

On the north wall, the second ballista was just half-drawn.

Another tooth broke.

This time, in addition to the Crimson Iron Warehouse seal, there was also a small knife mark from the Black Tiger Camp on the broken tooth.

Zhao Chenglie's face paled even more when he saw the engraving.

"This is the mark of the Black Tiger Battalion's repair equipment."

"Han Zhao's men used a knife to make a diagonal cut on the iron piece to prevent them from taking the wrong one."

Yan Heng stared at him.

Are you sure?

Zhao Chenglie lowered his head.

"Sure."

"The Zhao family once acquired a batch of short spears, which also bore this mark."

"Those short spears were later written as being provided by the Zhao family themselves."

"Actually, it was given to us outside the Black Tiger Camp tent."

Another old grievance has been brought to the forefront.

It's not a big mystery.

It's just a batch of weapons, but with a fake skill.