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

When the oil in the pan gets hot, it moves quite a bit.

It wasn't a full-scale army charge.

The first to emerge were thirty riders.

They draped themselves in white felt blankets, their horses' hooves wrapped in cloth, and made their way down the north slope through the wind and snow.

If it weren't for the fire on the city wall, ordinary sentries wouldn't have been able to see it at all.

Zhao Chenglie stood behind the wall, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He wasn't unfamiliar with barbarians.

But before, he always followed behind Zhao's personal guards and watched others kill.

Tonight is different.

He was forcibly sent to the North Slope by Lu Shuangyi.

He was accompanied by only ten of Zhao family guards.

Opposite them were five hundred barbarian cavalry.

His palms were sweaty as he gripped the knife.

Chen Mu stood by the battlements, staring at the thirty riders.

Old Chai asked, "Soldier Chen, should we splash it or not?"

"No splashing."

Stone got anxious.

"Any closer and we'd be at the base of the wall!"

Chen Mu said, "Wait for them to dismount."

The cooks didn't understand.

Zhao Chenglie couldn't help but say, "When cavalry are close to the wall, of course we should shoot!"

Chen Mu didn't even look at him.

"Too few arrows."

"Less oil."

"Don't waste it."

Zhao Chenglie gritted his teeth in anger.

But he dared not say anything more.

Because last night at the South Gate, it was Chen Mu who used oil to create the second achievement.

The thirty barbarian cavalrymen indeed stopped outside the wall.

They did not directly attack the city.

Instead, he dismounted and took the rope hook and short ladder from the horse's back.

The north-slope wall is not high.

The slope was steep and the snow was slippery.

If they hook you onto a ladder, you can climb up quickly.

Chen Mu raised his hand.

"Wet felt."

The two cooks dragged the thick felt, soaked in snow water, to the wall.

Chen Mu pointed to a wall post.

"Cover there."

Old Chai immediately led his men to lay down the wet felt.

Zhao Chenglie frowned as he looked at it.

"Why are you building ramparts? The barbarians will climb up from underneath, it's not like you're burning the wall."

Chen Mu said, "Defend against rockets."

Zhao Chenglie was about to sneer.

The next moment, dozens of rockets came hurtling through the wind from the distant barbarian cavalry formation.

shhhhhh!

The rocket landed on the wall.

The guards instinctively shrank their shoulders, and sparks flew wildly in the wind.

Several sticks were stuck into the wet felt, and the fire was extinguished with a hiss.

A few more fell beside the straw bags and were quickly extinguished with ashes by the veteran soldiers of the cookhouse.

Zhao Chenglie's face stiffened.

Chen Mu turned around and glanced at him.

"Young General Zhao, is there anything else you wish to teach me?"

Zhao Chenglie's face turned pale and then flushed.

He stopped talking.

The barbarian soldiers below the wall began to hook their hooks.

The iron hook struck the edge of the wall with a clanging sound.

Chen Mu then said, "The first pot."

Four veteran cooks used iron rods to pierce the handles of the pot and together lifted the scalding hot oil pot.

The mutton fat was boiling, emitting white smoke.

The heat made my face sting.

Old Chai gritted his teeth and said, "Get up!"

The oil pot was moved to the side of the wall.

The barbarian soldiers below the wall had just put the first short ladder in place.

Chen Mu said, "Splash."

Boiling oil poured down.

It's not a line.

It's a whole area.

Hot oil splattered onto the barbarian soldier's head and face, instantly eliciting a piercing scream.

The white felt absorbed the oil, and when a spark touched it, it burst into flames.

The barbarian soldiers fell off the ladder and rolled in the snow, but the more they rolled, the more intensely the fire burned.

The warhorses behind them were startled, neighing and thrashing about.

The formation below the wall immediately fell into disarray.

The men from the cookhouse watched with wide eyes.

When they cook, they are most afraid of oil splattering on their hands.

Who would have thought that spilled oil from a pot could be more deadly than an arrow?

Stone's face turned bright red with excitement.

"Corporal Chen! Okay!"

"It's burning!"

Chen Mu said, "Look to the left."

Everyone immediately turned their heads.

Sure enough, a dozen or so barbarian soldiers on the left side, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the firelight, were trying to sneak up from the shadows.

Chen Mu knew from the beginning that the first batch of thirty riders was just a test.

Those who truly want to climb the wall are hiding on the side.

"Grey bag".

The two men from the fire station immediately dragged the bag of ash over.

Chen Mu grabbed a handful of ash and sprinkled some into the wind.

The gray area veers to the left.

The wind is blowing from the west.

Chen Mu said, "Stand on the east side and scatter downwards."

Old Chai immediately led his men to pour several bags of stove ash down from the top of the wall.

A gust of wind swept up dust and snowflakes, which flew towards the eyes of the barbarian soldiers on the left.

A chorus of angry curses immediately erupted from below.

"shoot."

Chen Mu gave the order.

Only then did the archer release the arrow.

It wasn't random shooting.

They were specifically designed to shoot barbarian soldiers whose eyes were blinded by dust and who were shouting incoherently.

One arrow, one kill.

The arrows were few, but every single one drew blood.

The guards on the wall felt a surge of emotion.

In the past, when they were defending the city, they would listen to the centurion shouting to fire arrows, roll stones, and hold the line.

But Chen Mu is different.

He instructed the cooks to first pour oil, then sprinkle ash, and then have the archers pick up the ready-made targets to shoot.

Each step is small.

But every step they took was at the most difficult moment for the barbarians.

Zhao Chenglie also noticed it.

The more he looked, the uglier his expression became.

The more useful Chen Mu is, the more useless he seems.

In the distance, the horns of the barbarian cavalry sounded once more.

More than a hundred people came out this time.

They didn't lean against the wall anymore.

Instead, he raised a large shield and pushed several simple wooden carts forward.

The wooden cart was covered with wet leather.

Specifically designed to protect against oil spills and rockets.

Old Chai took one look and cursed.

"The barbarians learn very quickly."

Chen Mu stared at the wooden carts.

"It's not about learning quickly."

"It was prepared long ago."

Lu Shuangyi had somehow climbed onto the wall.

She stood beside Chen Mu, gazing at the main force of the barbarian cavalry in the distance.

"Did they know Blackrock Fortress would use fire?"

Chen Mu nodded.

"People were burned at the South Gate last night."

"The news has spread."

Lu Shuangyi said, "So tonight's attack on the north slope is not just about attacking the fortress."

Chen Mu said, "It's a test."

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

Chen Mu's face was very white in the firelight.

Blood seeped through the cloth strip on his chest again.

But his eyes were very bright.

It's like the more dangerous the situation, the clearer one becomes.

Chen Mu said, "They know about the internal strife at Blackstone Fortress."

"They also know that I guarded the south gate last night."

"Sending a wooden cart up now is an attempt to force me to run out of kerosene."

Lu Shuangyi asked, "How will you break it?"

Chen Mu did not answer immediately.

He looked towards the Black Tiger Camp to the east.

The Black Tiger Battalion remained motionless.

Han Zhao stood in front of the camp, looking at the north slope.

Chen Mu suddenly said, "Let the Black Tiger Battalion move."

Lu Shuangyi frowned.

They won't listen to you.

Chen Mu said, "They don't need to listen."

He turned to look at Zhao Chenglie.

Zhao Chenglie's heart tightened.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Chen Mu said, "Young General Zhao, it's your turn to make a contribution."

Zhao Chenglie's expression changed.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Mu pointed to the wooden cart below the city.

"Bring your men down the wall."

Zhao Chenglie almost jumped up.

"Are you crazy?"

"Below are over a hundred barbarian soldiers!"

Chen Mu said, "I'm not asking you to kill barbarian soldiers."

"Let you speak up."

Zhao Chenglie was stunned.

Chen Mu had someone bring a white cloth and wrote a line of large characters on it with charcoal ash.

Han Zhao watched the battle unfold, observing as the barbarian cavalry attacked the fortress.

Zhao Chenglie's face turned green.

"You want me to hold this up?"

Chen Mu asked, "Aren't you the young general of the Zhao family?"

"Go and shout. If the Black Tiger Camp doesn't take action and Black Stone Fortress falls, the responsibility lies with Han Zhao."

Zhao Chenglie angrily said, "Han Zhao will hate me to death!"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"So you want the barbarians to kill you?"

Zhao Chenglie fell silent.

Chen Mu's voice was cold.

"Young General Zhao, weren't you incredibly audacious last night when you stole Wugudu's credit?"

"I'm just asking you to say something."

"What are you afraid of?"

The guards around him were all watching Zhao Chenglie.

Su Wan also happened to walk onto the wall.

She came to deliver hot water.

Upon hearing this, she stopped in her tracks.

What Zhao Chenglie couldn't stand the most was Su Wan's gaze.

He gritted his teeth and snatched the white cloth.

"Go ahead and shout!"

Chen Mu had two cooks escort him down the inner slope.

They did not leave the fort.

Only on the eastern section of the wall on the north slope, the white cloth was hung up in the most conspicuous position on the city wall.

Zhao Chenglie, steeling himself, shouted:

"Black Tiger Battalion, listen up!"

"Barbarian cavalry besieged the fortress, and Han Zhao stood by and did nothing to help!"

"Black Tiger Battalion, listen up!"

"If Blackstone Fortress falls, Han Zhao will be guilty!"

The sound traveled out.

The Black Tiger Camp on the east side was instantly thrown into turmoil.

Han Zhao tightened his grip on the reins abruptly, his face turning as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He didn't expect Chen Mu to use this tactic.

He can watch the play.

But you can't be called out to watch the show.

Especially when the barbarian cavalry attacked the fortress, he was shouted out in public from the city walls.

The Black Tiger Battalion was also a border army.

If it is truly confirmed that Han Zhao stood by and watched the barbarian cavalry breach the fortress, he will have a hard time explaining himself when he returns.

The lieutenant whispered, "Captain..."

Han Zhao gritted his teeth.

"Pass on the order."

"The archer cavalry press forward and fire at the barbarian flanks."

The lieutenant asked, "Really to help them?"

Han Zhao said coldly, "It's not about helping."

"It's to shut them up."

Soon, a cavalry unit from the Black Tiger Camp advanced from the east.

They did not charge; they merely fired at the edge of the arrow's range.

But that's enough.

The barbarian soldiers pushing the wooden cart were pushed to the side by a hail of arrows, and their formation immediately crooked.

Chen Mu immediately replied, "The second batch."

Old Chai's eyes lit up.

"to whom?"

Chen Mu stared down at the city walls.

"Give us the wooden cart."

The second batch was not made with mutton fat.

It's boiling water mixed with stove ash.

After being poured on, it won't burn like oil, but it can seep into the crevices of wet skin and scald people's eyes and hands.

The barbarian soldiers under the wooden cart screamed in agony from the burns, slowing down their pace.

Arrows from the Black Tiger Camp came from the flank.

The archers on the wall will fire another round.

The first wave of heavy attacks by more than a hundred barbarian soldiers was forcefully suppressed.

Cheers erupted from the city walls.

"We held on!"

"They've driven them back!"

"Sergeant Chen is amazing!"

The men from the cooking camp were so excited that their faces turned red.

For the first time, they discovered that their fire-starting equipment could actually defend the city.

Su Wan stood on the wall, holding a bucket of hot water, watching Chen Mu's back.

He didn't put on his armor properly.

There were no grand pronouncements.

He simply stood amidst the firelight and snowstorm, issuing orders one by one.

But everyone was listening to him.

Even Zhao Chenglie was forced by him to make a statement.

Even the Black Tiger Battalion was forced to fire arrows by him.

This man was no longer the poor soldier she remembered who would whisper to her if she was cold.

He is turning into an increasingly sharp knife.

And she was the first person to push that knife away.

Just then, a deep horn sounded from the main force of the Northern Barbarians.

Behind the wooden cart that had been removed, a person riding a white horse slowly emerged.

He wasn't wearing a helmet.

Her long hair was tied up with a silver ring.

He was accompanied by several barbarian guards draped in white fox furs.

Lu Shuangyi's eyes turned cold.

"A noble race from the north."

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.

That person did not attack the city.

He just looked up at the city wall.

After watching for a while, he suddenly shouted in Mandarin:

"Who killed Wugudu?"

The wall fell silent.

Chen Mu stood in front of the wall.

"I."

The man looked at him and smiled.

"very good."

My sister said she wants to see you.

Chen Mu's eyes flickered slightly.

younger sister?

Before he could even speak, a small cart was pushed out from the Northern Barbarian formation.

A person was tied to the car.

Not a Han Chinese.

She was a girl wearing a gray fur coat.

She had her head down, her long hair disheveled, and her face was obscured.

The White Horse Barbarian said:

"She was the one who led the way to Wugudu last night."

"And also the 'South Gate spy' you all talk about."

"She knows a lot of things."

Lu Shuangyi frowned.

Chen Mu stared at the girl.

The white horse barbarian laughed:

"If you want her to live, then come down and exchange places with her."

A commotion erupted on the city wall, and several guards simultaneously tightened their bowstrings.

Zhao Chenglie immediately exclaimed, "A trap!"

Lu Shuangyi also looked at Chen Mu.

"I can't go."

Chen Mu remained silent.

Because the girl in the car suddenly looked up.

The wind blew her disheveled hair away from her face.

It was a very beautiful face.

His eyes were light brown, like amber in the snow.

She looked at Chen Mu, a slight smile playing on her lips.

It wasn't a cry for help.

It's not fear.

It was a provocation.

Chen Mu suddenly smiled as well.

He whispered:

"It wasn't his sister who wanted to see me."

"It was she who wanted to enter the castle."

After he said this, the smiles of the white-horse barbarians below the city faded.

But the girl in the gray fur coat's eyes shone even brighter.