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

The moment the words "mass burial ditch" were uttered, the faces of everyone in the military law tent darkened.

That place is not far from Blackrock Fortress.

But it's the furthest now.

The northern barbarians pressed in from three sides, the wooden battering ram at the south gate was still resounding, the cavalry from the western gully hadn't retreated, and the black smoke from the old southern road hadn't dissipated. At this time, going out of the fort to dig out military tags from the piles of corpses sounded like a death sentence.

Han Wenshan laughed first.

"Chen Mu, you really know how to pick your timing."

"The city gates are almost falling over, and you still want to dig up dead bodies?"

Chen Mu leaned against the couch, his face deathly pale.

Lin Qinghe's hand pressed against his shoulder, her fingertips able to feel the warmth of his blood even through the fabric. She didn't expose him in public, but only whispered something.

"Say less."

Chen Mu nodded, but still spoke.

"It's not that I picked the time."

"It was Vice General Han who made the choice."

Han Wenshan's eyes turned cold.

Chen Mu looked at the four characters written by the square-faced captain.

"The old South Warehouse caught fire, the escort vehicle was about to leave, the Northern Barbarians pressed the fort, the square-faced man lost his hand."

"Every single one is made today."

"If the mass grave could have remained undisturbed until dawn, why was Vice General Han in such a hurry?"

These words silenced the soldiers outside the tent who had been wavering.

Du Song took the paper closer and examined it.

The square-faced captain's handwriting was crooked, and the four characters "Military License Plate Box" looked like they had been dragged out of blood.

Yan Heng said, "The old military sign in the mass grave has already been used to record Zhao Hong's confession."

He Wenbai continued: "Miao Jiu used to manage old military license plates."

Ji Yunzhou, with an arrow still lodged in his arm and his face deathly pale, gritted his teeth and said, "The inspector's register also has records."

The three of them talked, and the matter was settled.

It's not newly built.

It grew out of the three tents of Zhao Hong, Miao Jiu, and Fang Lian.

Han Wenshan slowly said, "Then we'll go after we've secured the city."

Chen Mu said, "If we can't hold it, we'll lose our military badges too."

Han Wenshan said coldly, "Who will go out of the fortress now?"

No one spoke for a moment inside the tent.

The south gate was hit again.

The old crossbow string behind the door creaked and groaned, as if it might break at any moment.

When Lu Shuangyi returned from Xigou, her armor was covered in snow and bloodstains. After entering the tent, she didn't ask what the mass grave was, but only asked one question.

How many people do you need?

Chen Mu looked at her.

Lin Qinghe also looked at her.

Lu Shuangyi's expression was calm, as if she wasn't the one who had broken through the cavalry just now.

Chen Mu said, "You don't need to go."

Lu Shuangyi said coldly, "You can still pick and choose who you want now?"

No one in the tent dared to interrupt.

Chen Mu said, "Go ahead, there's no one to hold down the siege in Xigou."

"The mass grave doesn't need a charge."

"It's fast, stable, and able to recognize cards."

He looked at Ma Liu, Que San, and Su Wan.

Ma Liu's face immediately fell.

My foot is still swollen.

Chen Mu said, "That's why I won't let you go far."

"You know the way."

The lame man didn't say anything, he just tightened the rag.

Su Wan looked up.

"I'm going to learn to read."

Su Wenyuan immediately said, "No way!"

Su Wan's hand wound hadn't healed yet, and she had just been protecting the map and keeping track of the cards, so her face was pale.

But she didn't look at her father; she only looked at Chen Mu.

"I recognize the scratches and touch-ups on the old military license plate."

"A batch of them passed through the registrar's office back then."

Chen Mu remained silent for a moment.

"go."

Su Wenyuan panicked: "Chen Mu!"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"She didn't go there to atone for her sins."

"It's to acknowledge the debt."

Su Wan's eyes reddened, but she quickly suppressed it.

These words carry more weight than any comforting statement.

Han Wenshan sneered: "A cripple, an injured leg, and a woman, going to a mass grave?"

Old Chai stepped forward.

"And me too."

Chen Mu said, "You leave a note about the South Gate."

Old Chai glared: "I can still walk!"

"You're still not done with the twelve lashes on your back."

"If you go, who will remember the cookhouse when you come back?"

Old Chai opened his mouth, and finally cursed.

"Okay, I'll stay."

Stone ran back from the south gate, his shoulder soaked with blood on half of his clothes.

"Sergeant, I'll go!"

Chen Mu glanced at him.

"You go up on the wall."

Stone was so anxious his eyes turned red.

"I can fight!"

Chen Mu said, "So you're up on the wall."

"You don't need to fight in the mass grave ditch."

Lu Shuangyi suddenly spoke up: "Zhou Tie, take six personal guards with you."

Zhou Tie was taken aback.

"Why shouldn't I guard the south gate?"

Lu Shuangyi said, "I will guard the south gate."

Upon hearing this, Han Wenshan's expression shifted slightly.

By personally guarding the South Gate, Lu Shuangyi was essentially putting the most dangerous place on her own shoulders, thus giving up the lifeline of the Mass Grave Ditch.

Chen Mu frowned.

"You just came back from Xigou."

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

"You just came back from the clutches of the King of Hell."

Her tone was indifferent.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qinghe's hand on Chen Mu's shoulder tightened slightly.

Anado smiled beside her.

"You Han people are really interesting; even your arguments sound like you care about each other."

Nobody paid any attention to her.

She wasn't annoyed; she simply raised her chin.

"Outside the mass grave ditch, there's a dry ditch; the Northern Barbarian squad loves to hide there."

Yan Heng looked at her.

How did you know?

Anado shook her bound hands.

"I've walked this path before."

"If you believe me, don't go down the main ditch. The dead don't bite, but the living do."

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

Anato's smile faded slightly.

"Remembering me again?"

Chen Mu looked at her.

"You were already in the tent."

She stopped talking.

Du Song made the final decision.

"The license plate is taken from the mass grave ditch, not for private investigation, but to prevent the military license plate from being lost."

"Zhou Tie led six bodyguards, Ma Liu knew the way, Que San remembered the signs, and Su Wan could read."

"Military law officers are given sealed bags, and inspector's officers are given wooden plaques."

Yan Heng added another sentence.

"Each person carries only a short knife, no fire."

Zhou Tie frowned: "The burial grounds are dark and murky; how can we see anything without a fire?"

"The enemy can't see you either."

Yan Heng pointed to the black smoke outside the old South Road.

"The northern barbarians have rockets. By lighting them, you are illuminating their path."

Ma Liu's face looked even more bitter.

"So I'm supposed to find dead people by their noses?"

Old Chai retorted, "Isn't your nose supposed to be pretty sharp?"

Ma Liu muttered, "Spiritual is spiritual, but the smell of a dead person is too strong."

These few coarse words eased the tension in the tent a little.

But it quickly tensed up again.

Su Wan wrote the four characters "sealed together by the three accounts" on the sealed bag, and her fingers trembled slightly after she finished writing. The back of her hand had been burned twice, and the skin hurt when it was pulled.

Lin Qinghe saw this and tossed her a small roll of medicine cloth.

Su Wan was taken aback.

Lin Qinghe didn't look at her.

"Don't let blood drip into the certificate bag."

This is not intimacy.

It's just what a military doctor should do.

Su Wan whispered, "Thank you."

Lin Qinghe did not answer.

Anato watched from the side, a somewhat amused smile on her face.

"Do you women also deserve credit?"

Chen Mu said, "Record it if you should."

Anato raised an eyebrow.

"Then how about I give directions?"

"If verified, record it."

The rope on her wrist rattled softly.

"Chen Mu, are women even listed in your ledger?"

Chen Mu looked at her.

"Even dead people can go on."

"Why can't a living person do it?"

Anato paused for a moment with her smile, and then fell silent.

Then came the sound of banging on the door from outside the tent.

The sound seemed to vibrate through everyone's bones.

Du Song ordered the military officers to unload all four wheels of the escort vehicle and separate the axles, wooden yokes, water bags, and hidden compartments.

"The witnesses won't leave."

"The car isn't moving."

He then ordered the license plates of the four vehicles to be removed and placed one by one in front of the military law tent.

The first car is Han Zhao.

Chen Mu was in the second car.

Zhao Hong was in the third car.

The fourth car, Miao Jiu.

Lin Qinghe's expression changed as soon as the license plates were displayed in order.

"Is Chen Mu in the second car?"

Chen Mu saw it too.

A severed hand with few fingers was hidden under the second vehicle.

If they really leave the fort, the first truck will overturn, the second will burn, and if the next two trucks are in chaos, none of the four witnesses will be spared.

Han Wenshan said it was an escort.

The license plate, however, had already predicted the ways people would die.

Yan Heng said in a deep voice, "Seale the license plates too."

Han Wenshan said coldly, "After the war, when the military command investigates, none of you will escape."

Du Song said, "Let's survive until after the war."

That's very true.

Even Han Wenshan couldn't accept it.

Han Wenshan said, "I will also send someone."

Yan Heng looked at him coldly.

"The close guards involved in the case are not allowed to provide witness testimony."

The atmosphere tensed instantly as Han Wenshan's personal guards gripped their swords.

The south gate roared again.

Lu Shuangyi drew her sword and left the tent.

"Anyone who wants to draw their sword in the military court tent, go to the south gate and block the battering ram for me first."

No one moved.

The mass grave team set off quickly.

They didn't leave through the south gate.

They crawled out through a low hole in the wastewater ditch.

Ma Liu glanced back at Chen Mu before drilling into the hole.

"Sergeant, what if I don't come back..."

Old Chai kicked him.

"Shut up."

The lame man carefully carried the sealed bag on his back.

Su Wan wrapped the cloth around the back of her hand again.

Zhou Tie was the last to go down into the cave.

As the opening closed, the south gate's wooden battering ram slammed down for the eighth time.

The door wasn't broken.

But one of the old crossbow strings was already cracked.

Chen Mu's eyelids twitched when he heard the crisp sound.

Lin Qinghe immediately said, "Don't move."

Chen Mu asked, "How long can the South Gate hold out?"

Lu Shuangyi's voice came from outside.

"Hold on until they come back."

Chen Mu looked towards the mass grave ditch.

There was no fire there on that snowy night.

Only the dead.

But tonight, the things in the pile of dead bodies are more urgent than the lives of the living.