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

The first pot in Wild Dog Gully was lit with the black wolf flag of Ugut.

Er Gou removed all the wolf fur and bone strings from the flag, tore the flag cloth into several strips, and stuffed them into the bottom of the stove. All eighty-six Northern Barbarian prisoners watched as black smoke billowed out.

Some people looked angry.

Some people lowered their heads.

Most people are only focused on the meat in the pot.

They haven't eaten anything since last night.

Ugut's food supply camp was looted, and he lost his personal jerky during the retreat. After fighting for half a day, he was so weak he could barely stand.

When Lao Chai didn't come, Er Gou picked up the big iron ladle.

"Give it to the wounded first."

"Give it to the one guarding the stone beam."

"The last prisoners."

One of the White Wolf Guards understood Chinese and quickly translated it for the others.

Some of the prisoners immediately expressed their discontent.

"Northern warriors don't eat what Han dogs leave behind!"

As soon as the man finished shouting, Chen Mu walked over and kicked him in the back of the knee.

The northern barbarians knelt in the mud.

Chen Mu grabbed his hair and made him look at the corpse on the stone beam.

"The Warriors are over there."

"Those who survive are the defeated soldiers."

After Anado finished turning over the prisoners, their faces changed.

The person kneeling on the ground still tried to struggle.

Chen Mu placed an empty bowl in front of him.

"Kneel down and eat meat."

"Stand still and get stabbed."

"Choose for yourself."

The northern barbarian stared at the bowl, then looked at the beef bubbling in the pot.

A moment later, he reached out and picked up the bowl.

The first one to kneel.

The second one also went to the pot and knelt down.

Soon, all eighty-six prisoners lined up under the black cauldron flag.

Nobody's chanting "Warriors" anymore.

One bowl of meat soup for each person.

Those who are willing to move corpses or carry the wounded will receive an extra piece of meat.

Those willing to hand over the information about the northern trails, pastures, and the Ugut tribe will receive an extra felt blanket.

Those who tried to escape in the muddy waters had their bodies dragged to the edge of the slope on the spot.

There was no lengthy attempt to persuade them to surrender.

The pot and knife were placed together.

Everyone knows how to choose.

Batu has no bowl.

He was tied to the black pot flag, his lips cracked, watching helplessly as his White Wolf Guard drank meat soup.

An hour ago, these people were willing to die for him.

Nobody looks at him now.

Batu finally couldn't hold back and cursed angrily in the northern dialect.

"Your families are all in your father's hands!"

"He will feed the traitor's wife and children to the wolves!"

The person drinking the soup was moving too slowly.

Fear returned to their faces.

Anado walked up to Batu.

"Where are their families?"

Batu sneered.

"You think I'd tell you?"

Anato drew her scimitar and slashed it down his injured ear.

The knife tip cut open her cheek.

"You don't have to say it."

"I asked someone else."

"Whoever speaks first, goes to fetch their family on horseback."

She turned to the White Wolf Guard.

"Although Ugut took more than 500 people with him, less than 400 of them are ready to fight immediately."

"The grain is gone, the banner is gone, and the eldest son is kneeling here."

"How many battalions can he hold out?"

The first to speak was the White Wolf Guard who had led the way for her earlier.

"The family members are in the rear camp of Langya Ridge."

"There were two hundred old and weak people and forty guards."

The second person immediately added.

"There is a ditch on the west side of the rear camp, and no one guards it at night."

A third person also stepped forward.

"My two sons are there."

Batu's face grew increasingly grim.

After listening, Chen Mu only asked one question.

"Want to go pick someone up?"

All ten White Wolf Guards looked up at the same time.

"think!"

"After you finish eating, choose your horse."

Lu Shuangyi frowned.

"Letting them go might mean they go straight back to Ugut's side."

"So Anato is leading the team."

Anato looked at Chen Mu.

"You want me to go again?"

"People from Baiquan Ranch might also be in the rear camp."

These words changed her expression.

Chen Mu tossed her the gold buckle from the Ugut black flag.

"You take fifty horses and twenty captives who speak the northern dialect."

"I'll be back as soon as I pick them up."

"What if we meet Ugut?"

"If you can't beat them, run away."

"Can you win?"

"Is that even a question?"

Anato held the gold clasp, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Chen Mu, you've finally learned to say something nice."

She selected twenty people and had them all put on the white leather armor that had been handed over.

Before leaving, Anado walked up to Batu, wiped a streak of blood from his face, and smeared it on her knife.

"Don't rush."

"I'll go and fetch your slaves first."

"I'll give you meat when you get back."

Batu was so angry that he was trembling all over.

Anato mounted her horse and led fifty riders out of the north slope.

Chen Mu was not idle.

Too many people died in Wild Dog Gully, and only twenty-six hay carts remained after the fire. Ugut retreated, but he could return with even more tribes at any time.

Chen Mu ordered the prisoners to strip all the armor off the corpses on the north slope.

Good clothes should be given to the living.

The broken nails were used as shields against arrows on the hay cart.

The dead horses were dragged into the ditch to bleed and butcher them, and their bones and broken logs were used to build barricades. The 237 warhorses were then divided into three groups, with the border soldiers who knew how to ride choosing first, and the rest being handed over to the surrendered White Wolf Guards for care.

The 120 people that Lu Shuangyi brought were originally only intended to rescue people.

After the battle, no one wanted to go back to the fort immediately.

They saw the cattle, sheep, fodder, and horses in Wild Dog Gully, and also the pot under the Black Pot Flag that could always hold meat.

An old soldier from Blackstone Fortress walked up to Chen Mu.

"Sergeant, I want to stay."

Chen Mu asked, "Why?"

The old soldier touched the Northern Barbarian leather armor he had just been assigned.

"The guards inside the fort are all from the government, with their own swords and armor."

"Kill one here, and I can wear one."

"And there's meat with every meal."

More than twenty people stepped forward from behind him.

"We'll stay too."

Lu Shuangyi did not stop her.

She only looked at Chen Mu.

How many people do you plan to support?

"We will raise as many cattle and sheep as we can afford."

"What if there's no pay for the troops?"

"Rob."

"What if there's no food?"

"Take it again."

Lu Shuangyi stared at him for a long time.

"That's not something a corporal should say."

Chen Mu threw a leather armor onto the hay cart.

"Then take me back."

Lu Shuangyi's lips twitched slightly.

"We'll talk about it when you can walk on your own."

She took Lin Qinghe's medicine box from the saddle and personally hung it on Chen Mu's shoulder.

She said she lost her first-aid kit and was using you as collateral.

Chen Mu looked down at the medicine box.

"Am I not as valuable as a box?"

"You use more medicine than the box."

Lu Shuangyi turned around to reorganize the cavalry.

The words weren't exactly soft.

Chen Mu did not take the medicine box off.

In the afternoon, the first group of people arrived from the direction of Heishibao Xitun.

They are not reinforcements.

There were more than forty military households with their families.

Their house burned down during the siege last night, and the fortress is short of food. They heard that Wild Dog Gully had cattle, sheep, and warhorses, as well as a black flag that only recognized those who defended the city and killed the enemy, regardless of their origins, so they came pushing their broken cart.

The old woman leading the group was a military household member from Xibao who had received Liang Qi's share of silver.

She brought her two grandchildren, and in the car were a repaired old pot and three quilts.

"Chief Chen".

"Two taels of silver were spent on repairs, but the house burned down."

The old woman handed the remaining silver back to her.

"We won't eat for free."

"She can sew leather, milk cows, and her two children can also gather firewood."

Chen Mu did not accept the money.

He pointed to the open space south of Wild Dog Gully.

"Choose your own place to set up your tent."

"Let's eat meat first tonight."

The two children's eyes lit up when they heard the word "meat".

More people followed.

There were soldiers who had lost their land, old soldiers whose food supplies had been cut off by the Han family, and shepherds who had fled from the north. Before sunset, more than 170 people had appeared in Wild Dog Gully.

With the addition of reinforcements from Black Stone Castle, prisoners, and the original forty men, more than three hundred people had gathered under the Black Pot Banner.

Someone offered to set up a tent.

Someone is peeling the skin.

Someone is reinforcing the car wall on the stone beam.

He Dashan woke up once after being carried to the fire.

The guard with the severed finger carried the meat soup, his movements as rough as if he were feeding a horse.

He Dashan took a couple of sips and asked in a low voice, "Does Sun Bao like to eat meat?"

The guard with the severed finger remained silent for a long time.

He always saved the meat for me.

He Dashan closed his eyes.

"From now on, I'll give you half of my share."

The guard with the severed finger cursed.

"Let the life you owe my brother live a little longer first."

He cursed, but held the bowl even more steadily in his hands.

Children chased after sheep, and wounded soldiers lay by the fire drinking soup. The cattle, sheep, and warhorses left behind by Ugut gave a once abandoned ditch a sense of home for the first time.

Anado returned as it was getting dark.

She took fifty riders with her.

When they returned, the caravan was followed by more than two hundred elderly and weak people from the north, along with more than seventy horses and four carts loaded with leather blankets, cheese, and iron pots.

People from Baiquan Ranch were among them.

An old woman with completely white hair saw Anato and knelt down in the snow, hugging her legs.

"Little master."

Anato kept smiling.

She suddenly burst into tears when she heard the word "little master" uttered.

She didn't make the old woman kneel for too long; she bent down and helped her up.

"I won't call you master anymore."

"Go into the ditch, eat meat."

Batu also saw those people.

He stood up and habitually ordered the Baiquan herdsmen to kneel. Several young herdsmen trembled, their knees nearly buckling.

The white-haired old woman picked up a clump of horse manure and threw it at Batu's face.

"Your father stole our ranch."

"Kum freezes our children to death."

"Now you're getting what you deserve!"

Batu, his face covered in mud, angrily lunged at the old woman.

Two White Wolf Guards who had already surrendered took him down first.

One of them had led Batu's horse for six years.

But at that moment, he pressed Batu's face into the snow.

"Young Master, please don't make things difficult for us."

This address of "Young Master" was devoid of any respect whatsoever.

Anato walked over and handed the gold buckle from the Ugut black flag to the white-haired old woman.

"This is not returning the ranch."

"We'll just get a little bit back first."

The old woman clutched the gold clasp, tears streaming down her wrinkles.

She had the buttons smashed flat and nailed to the flagpole of the black pot.

From then on, Black Wolf's gold buckle was only fit to weigh down a tattered cloth used to paint a pot.

Er Gou added another half a cow to the pot.

The aroma of meat masked the smell of blood.

The number of people under the Black Pot banner increased from three hundred to five hundred.

Chen Mu stood on the stone beam, watching as new tents were set up one by one.

He did not have an official seal.

No one ordered these people to follow him.

But he stole the cattle and sheep.

He was the one who drove Ugut away.

The meat in the pot was distributed by his people.

That's enough.

As night fell, a fast horse suddenly charged into the gully from the direction of Black Stone Fortress.

The rider was covered in blood and fell off his horse as soon as he entered the ditch.

Zhou Tie recognized him as a military officer under Yan Heng and quickly helped him up.

"What happened in the fort?"

Blood gushed from the mouth of the military officer as he clung tightly to Chen Mu's clothes.

"Three hundred imperial guards have arrived at White Wolf Pass."

"Han Wenshan has been released."

Lu Shuangyi's expression changed drastically.

"Who put it there?"

"Han family ancestor...Han Qianshan."

"They detained Lord Yan and sealed off the south gate."

The military officer took a deep breath.

"Dr. Lin and Miss Su are still in the fort."

"Han Wenshan said that if Chen Mu and Anaduo are not handed over before dawn..."

"Let's burn the medical tents first."

The medicine box on Chen Mu's shoulder gently bumped against the hilt of his knife.

Under the stone beam, more than 500 people were still eating meat around a pot.

He turned around and pulled up the black pot flag.

"Zhou Tie, muster two hundred cavalry."

"Back to Blackrock Fortress."