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

Before dark, the last old pot handle was removed from the north wall.

The fire station is out of pots.

Old Chai stared at the empty stove, not cursing for a long time.

Stone squatted down beside him, his suspenders soaked with snow, and his face looked terrible.

What should we eat tonight?

Old Chai glared at him.

"Eat snow."

The stone fell silent.

Er Gou stood by the stove, holding the last bundle of firewood, somewhat hesitant to approach.

Old Chai glanced at him.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Boil water."

Er Gou whispered, "The pot is gone."

"The helmet isn't made of metal?"

Old Chai kicked a broken helmet next to him.

"Wash them clean and boil water for the wounded soldiers."

Stone said in a muffled voice, "Boiling water in a helmet makes it taste metallic."

Old Chai glared at him.

"A living person wouldn't be picky about food?"

Stone didn't speak, and took off his helmet as well.

There was an old knife mark on the rim of the helmet, with dried blood still stained inside.

He rubbed his fingers with snow for a long time until they turned red.

Er Gou looked on and suddenly handed over his own helmet.

No one mentions yesterday's kneeling incident anymore.

But everyone remembers it in their hearts.

It's not about holding a grudge.

It is important to remember that Han Wenshan's knife has already reached the entrance of the military settlement.

It wouldn't be surprising if anyone were afraid in the future.

A person is one who can come back to work even when they're scared.

Er Gou was stunned, then immediately picked up the broken helmet and started cleaning it.

When the cookhouse was not officially designated as a review team, it was able to cook.

Having the title of review team member, they can take responsibility for the accounts.

Even though they've taken the pots apart, they still have to let the wounded soldiers have a hot drink.

This is the fate of a lowly soldier.

Even with accounts, survival comes first.

Inside the medical tent, Chen Mu looked at the crossbow diagram sent from the north wall.

Three ballistae:

The first one has one shot left.

The second winch was destroyed.

The third crossbow string was damaged; it could only fire half a shot at most.

The term "half-launch" means daring to pull, but not daring to go all the way.

It's okay for close-range shots, but it just shakes when shooting at a distance.

Lu Shuangyi said, "I will guard the north wall tonight."

Du Song immediately spoke up: "It is correct that the military affairs of Black Stone Fortress are under the command of the Lieutenant General, but the temporary review team is not allowed to be on the wall."

He's still fixated on this matter.

Yan Heng's face was grim.

"The enemy is already outside the wall."

Du Song said, "The closer we are to the enemy, the less we should allow a convicted squad leader to win over the hearts of the people through the war."

Han Wenshan stood aside without saying a word.

He has already passed the message on to Du Song.

I'm just waiting for the result.

If Chen Mu's men don't join the wall, the north wall will be missing a group of people most familiar with kerosene, ash bags, ropes, and old pots.

If Chen Mu's men take over, continue to restrict the establishment of private military power.

Everything is a knife.

Chen Mu leaned against the couch, his face paler than a white cloth.

"The cooks don't work on the walls."

The stone suddenly looked up.

Old Chai also frowned.

Han Wenshan smiled.

Chen Mu continued, "The cooks return to their kitchens."

"Boiling water, boiling ash, delivering oil, mending ropes."

"Do not carry a knife."

"No formation."

"Who's in charge?"

Lu Shuangyi said, "Me."

Chen Mu shook his head.

"You're a soldier, no matter what."

He looked at Lin Qinghe.

"Medical Account Management".

Su Wan stood at the corner of the tent the whole time.

She rarely spoke after the nurse was burned.

At this moment, she raised her hand, which was wrapped in cloth.

"Female relatives and family members of the registrar could also help with tasks such as rubbing cloth and boiling water for the medical staff."

Several people inside the tent looked at her.

Her face turned pale, but she didn't flinch.

"I won't go up on the wall."

"And they don't touch weapons."

"I only do odd jobs in medicine and accounting."

This is not an attempt to whitewash.

It wasn't affection either.

But tonight, someone will die at the north wall, and wounded soldiers will be laid out.

Chen Mu glanced at her.

"Listen to Dr. Lin."

Su Wan lowered her head: "Yes."

Lin Qinghe didn't stand on ceremony.

"Go cut the gray cloth."

"If your hand is injured, use your left hand."

Su Wan immediately turned around.

Neither woman said another word.

It's not a good time to say anything more.

Lin Qinghe was taken aback.

Chen Mu said, "The wounded soldiers need hot water, gray cloth, and oilcloth."

"The cooks in the kitchen did odd jobs for the medical staff."

"Who said this is the review team putting up a show?"

Du Song looked at him.

This is a detour.

But it was not a private order to mobilize troops.

Medical staff were often recruited to care for wounded soldiers, a common occurrence at the border.

Lin Qinghe caught it immediately.

"There are many wounded soldiers tonight, I need help from the cooks."

Du Song remained silent.

Han Wenshan said coldly, "So, even military doctors are starting to care for people on his behalf?"

Lin Qinghe looked up.

Her wrists were still wrapped in cloth, and her face was pale.

"If Deputy General Han can clean the wounds of the injured soldiers, I don't need anyone else."

Han Wenshan's eyes darkened.

Several wounded soldiers outside the tent lowered their heads and suppressed their laughter.

Du Song finally said: "The cooks are not allowed to carry weapons, nor are they allowed to leave the medical tents or the back path behind the north wall."

Chen Mu said, "Remember this clearly."

"So that tomorrow they won't accuse me of making a private transfer."

Ji Yunzhou wrote it down in one stroke.

This is not a victory.

They were merely squeezing out a way to survive through the cracks in military law.

As night fell, the snow intensified.

There were no horns on the north slope.

Only the soft sound of snow claws stepping on frozen ground could be heard.

After being escorted to the north wall, Anato listened for a while, and her face darkened.

"They don't go to the brigade."

"Let's send twenty people first to test the rope."

Lu Shuangyi asked, "Which way?"

Anato listened with her eyes closed.

"East corner".

Han Wenshan sneered from the side: "A barbarian woman's ears are more accurate than a scout's?"

Anato opened her eyes.

"If you don't believe me, then have your men stand on the west side."

Han Wenshan fell silent.

Lu Shuangyi didn't completely believe her.

She only sent half of the archers to the east corner, leaving Zhou Tie in the middle.

The cooks were busy behind the wall, seemingly without end.

Er Gou carried a helmet and delivered hot water.

Stone dragged the gray bag with one hand.

Old Chai was in so much pain in his back that he couldn't straighten up, but he still sat in the snow, cutting the tarpaulin piece by piece.

Ma Liu had just finished bandaging his face when he was sent to deliver another message.

The lame man lay in the medical tent, where he should have been sleeping.

But he couldn't move his fingers, so he asked Su Wenyuan to write for him.

"Three old bricks are missing from the east corner of the wall."

"Below the North Gate, the frozen ditch can hide people."

"Third ballista, don't shoot people, shoot the ladder hook."

Su Wenyuan looked up at him as he was writing.

How do you remember so much?

The lame man kept his eyes closed.

"I've shoveled snow."

This is the cookhouse.

While others memorized military orders, they memorized where the wind leaked, where the snow accumulated, and where the ashes from the cooking pot could be scattered to keep their feet still.

The first hook flew up and landed right at the east corner of the wall.

Lu Shuangyi did not shout.

She raised her hand.

First, smash down the gray bag.

A cloud of black ash immediately exploded on the snow.

Black ash shouldn't be scattered randomly.

Old Chai had someone mix in salt residue and broken charcoal from the bottom of the stove.

Salt residue melts snow, and broken charcoal absorbs oil.

The Northern Barbarian Snowclaw stepped on it, slipped first, and then got stuck in the charcoal slag.

It can't run fast.

Retreat is also slow.

This method prevents it from being registered in the ordnance register.

Even Chitetsuku wouldn't remember.

But the cooks in the kitchen camp spend their days crawling under the stove scraping ashes, so they know which type of ashes is biting to the feet.

The Northern Barbarian Snowclaw stepped into the ash, slipped, and the two people in front of him fell into a heap.

The archers fired in unison.

Short and brief.

Not chaotic.

The second hook line flew up from the direction of Beimendonggou.

Zhou Tie cut it in half with one stroke.

The third one, with a folding ladder hook, hooks onto the gap in the parapet.

The third ballista was pushed to half-bow position.

The crossbowman looked at Lu Shuangyi.

Lu Shuangyi looked at the wooden sign that had been sent from the medical tent.

The wooden sign bore three characters written by Chen Mugang.

Hook the ladder.

A half-bow heavy crossbow was fired.

The force wasn't strong enough.

But it's close enough.

The crossbow bolt grazed the top of the wall and struck the crossbeam behind the folding ladder hook.

The crossbeam broke, and the four northern barbarian outposts below, along with the ladder, fell into the snow ditch.

A low growl echoed from the wall.

It wasn't a cheer.

No one dared to speak loudly.

Because the main force is still behind.

A second wave quickly followed.

This time it's not the east corner.

It is Beimen Donggou.

Anato misheard half of it.

Or perhaps the northern barbarians changed their route.

The two guards were caught off guard and were swept down by the grappling hook; one fell inside the wall, while the other was half-hanging outside the wall.

Stone, dragging his injured shoulder, rushed over and grabbed the man's waist tightly with one hand.

"pull!"

The wound on his shoulder suddenly reopened, and blood dripped down the bandage.

Er Gou and Su Wan rushed forward at the same time.

One grabbed his leg, the other pulled on his belt.

The three men dragged the guard back.

Stone was in so much pain that his vision blurred, and he kept cursing.

You owe me a meal of meat!

The guard was panting and could only nod.

Lin Qinghe's face turned cold when she saw that Shi Tou's shoulder wound had split open.

"Drag it back."

The stone tried to climb, but Old Chai tripped it with his foot.

"You'll be here tonight."

"If you keep showing off, I'll make you carry sacks of ash with your mouth tomorrow."

Han Wenshan stood in the shadows, his face grim.

They held on this wave.

But it's a very ugly defense.

They relied on ash bags, a broken pot, half a crossbow, and a corporal who couldn't get out of bed to pass them a wooden plaque from the medical tent.

If the three ballistae were intact, these twenty men wouldn't have been able to get close to the wall at all.

The barbarians on the north slope retreated several dozen steps.

They did not retreat.

In the distance, through the snow-covered landscape, more dark figures moved.

Anato whispered, "They know you're out of crossbows."

Lu Shuangyi gripped the knife tightly.

Just then, someone shouted in Chinese from under the north wall.

"Blackrock Fortress, listen up!"

"Hand over the old military tag and the evidence from the Red Iron Depot before sunrise tomorrow!"

"Otherwise, kill Miao Jiu first!"

The person shouting was not a northern barbarian.

It's Han Zhao.

The sound came from behind the snow curtain.

Ma Liu suddenly looked up.

The lame man opened his eyes inside the medical tent.

Han Zhao is still alive.

Miao Jiu is still alive.

Moreover, Han Zhao has already sided with the Northern Barbarian outposts.

Han Wenshan immediately said, "The night snow was chaotic; it might not be Han Zhao."

Hearing this from inside the medical tent, Chen Mu slowly sat up a little straighter.

Lin Qinghe reached out to help, but he pressed her down.

"remember."

Ji Yunzhou held a pen.

Chen Mu said, word by word, "Han Zhao, along with Miao Jiu, demanded old military tokens and evidence from the Red Iron Depot in the enemy's ranks on the north slope."

Han Wenshan's expression finally changed.

"You dare!"

Chen Mu looked out at the snowy night outside the tent.

"He dares to shout."

"I dare to remember."

Outside the north wall, Han Zhao shouted again.

This time, the entire wall heard it clearly.

Du Song stood in the snow, his face etched with wrinkles as if carved by a knife.

He looked at the north slope, then at the old military plaque and broken tooth on the table.

Han Wenshan still wanted to add one more sentence.

"The enemy's shouts may not be reliable."

Du Song did not look at him.

"I'm not deaf."

These five words were spoken very lightly.

But it was more important than all of Yan Heng's previous arguments.

Han Wenshan's expression finally turned ugly.

Because Du Song was the knife he hired.

For the first time, this knife did not fall on Chen Mu.

The veteran military judge finally stopped mentioning the unauthorized establishment of military power.

He only said one sentence.

"After the war, Han Zhao will be interrogated first."

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

They didn't win that night.

Two ballistae were destroyed.

Lu Ping did not return.

Miao Jiu is still in the enemy's camp.

Han Zhao still holds human lives in his hands.

But Han Wenshan's attempt to remove Han Zhao from the list was thwarted by the shouts from the north slope.

The north wind whipped up snow, and the dark shadow beneath the wall drew closer once more.

Chen Mu said in a low voice, "Tonight, we'll guard the wall."

"I'll have my fortune told again tomorrow."