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

It was still dark when Anado was taken down the north slope.

The northern barbarians remained out of arrow range, and the Black Tiger Camp didn't move either. The torches of the three sides shone through the wind and snow, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

Chen Mu did not send Anato to the dungeon.

He ordered his men to take her to the Hall of Military Merit.

The list of military merits was posted outside the hall, the names newly written last night rustling in the wind. The names of the seventeen fallen soldiers of the cookhouse were like seventeen pairs of eyes, staring at everyone in the hall.

Lu Shuangyi frowned: "She is a spy from an enemy country."

Chen Mu pressed his hand on the strip of cloth covering his chest, his voice hoarse: "That's why we need to interrogate him here."

"She says one sentence, and the clerk records it."

"Let her look at the names on the wall before she tries to lie."

The registrar's face was still pale; he had almost been killed last night, and his hand was trembling as he held the pen. Zhou Tie and his men guarded the doors and windows. Lin Qinghe followed, carrying a medicine box, and her eyes turned cold when she saw blood seeping from Chen Mu's chest again.

"sit down."

Just as Chen Mu was about to speak, Lin Qinghe had already placed the medicine box on the table.

"If you keep standing there during the interrogation, I'll prick the needle crookedly."

The tense atmosphere in the hall was momentarily silenced by her words.

Chen Mu paused for a moment, then sat down.

Anato knelt in the hall, her hands bound behind her back. Short blades, poisoned needles, and thin knives from the soles of her boots were all found on her person and laid out on half the table. Old Chai's eyelids twitched as he looked at her, and he muttered under his breath, "This girl has more weapons than a kitchen knife rack."

Anato remained completely unperturbed.

She looked up at Chen Mu, a faint smile on her face: "Aren't you Han people supposed to be polite? Making guests kneel?"

Chen Mu looked at her.

"You are not a guest."

"You are a spy."

The smile lingered in Anato's eyes for a moment.

She tried feigning helplessness, and she tried provoking him. But the way Chen Mu looked at her was no different from how he looked at the black wolf dominoes on the table.

Not a woman.

It is evidence.

Lu Shuangyi stood to the side of the hall, her hand on the hilt of her sword, and said coldly, "Let's start from last night."

Anado glanced at the pen in the registrar's hand and finally stopped joking.

"Ugudu entered Blackstone Castle last night, not just to kidnap people."

"He came to verify the map provided by the Zhao family."

The wind outside seemed to freeze, and everyone turned to look at her.

Anato continued, "Su Wan's position was sold by Zhao Liang, a personal guard of Zhao Chenglie. He said that Su Wan was Chen Mu's fiancée, and if the barbarians tried to take her, Chen Mu would definitely chase after them. Once Chen Mu chased after them, the seventeen men from the cookhouse would follow, and the grain ditch on the north slope would be empty."

Suddenly, the sound of a bucket hitting the ground came from outside the door.

Su Wan stood by the door, her face as white as snow.

She had come to deliver hot water, but upon hearing this, she forgot to put her hands away.

She finally realized that she hadn't been saved by Zhao Chenglie last night.

She was used as bait by Zhao Chenglie and sold out along with Chen Mu.

Chen Mu did not turn around.

Where is Zhao Liang?

Zhou Tie's face darkened: "Zhao Chenglie's personal guard."

Lu Shuangyi said, "Grab it."

Zhou Tie immediately turned around and left.

No one dared to speak in the hall; the only sound was the soft rustling of the clerk's pen on paper.

Anato continued, "Zhao Chenglie wanted to take credit for Wugudu's actions, but he didn't dare to actually kill him. The original plan was for Wugudu to pretend to kidnap someone, and for Zhao Chenglie to pretend to chase after him and then return to claim credit. But Wugudu suddenly became greedy and wanted to actually take the person away."

Su Wan leaned against the door frame, her fingertips turning white little by little.

She remembered Zhao Chenglie embracing her at the victory banquet, and the words she had spoken in front of Chen Mu. Back then, she thought she had chosen a prestigious family and a promising future.

It turns out she was just bait that others used and then discarded.

Lin Qinghe glanced at her but offered no words of comfort.

The scar on Chen Mu's chest was from when he shielded her.

Chen Mu asked, "Where were you then?"

"The pine forest on the north slope." Anado looked at him, her eyes devoid of laughter for the first time. "I saw you leading the cooks to check the grain carts, and I also saw you get slashed by Wugudu. I thought you were dead."

Chen Mu said calmly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Anato gave a soft hum.

Lu Shuangyi tapped the scabbard: "Speak of Han Zhao."

Outside the hall, the torches flickered, and the wind made the military merit list clatter.

Anato's voice lowered.

"After Wugudu died, I returned to the barbarian camp and found that Han Zhao's men had sent a message to Batu."

"The letter said that if the Zhao family case could not be suppressed, Batu should create external pressure to force Black Stone Fortress to invite the Black Tiger Battalion into the fortress."

"After the Black Tiger Battalion entered the fortress, they sealed the register, arrested the people, and handed them over to the Commander."

Chen Mu looked up.

"Whose?"

Anado looked at him.

"you."

The hall was deathly silent.

The candlelight on the table flickered gently, casting a dim light on the edges of the Han-style waist tag.

Lu Shuangyi's eyes turned cold: "Where's the letter?"

"It was burned." Anato raised her chin. "So I stole the waist token. The messenger was silenced by Batu, and his body was dumped in the valley on the north slope."

Chen Mu stared at her.

How many people are in the side valley?

"two hundred."

Zhou Tie gasped.

Five hundred barbarian cavalrymen were on the front, two hundred ambushed soldiers were on the side valley, the Black Tiger Camp was watching the show on the east side, and the old Zhao family troops were still keeping an eye on the Hall of Military Merit.

This is not an attack on a fortress.

This is to tear Blackrock Fortress apart, both inside and out.

Anato said, "If you invite the Black Tiger Battalion into the fortress, the ambush troops in the side valley will cut off their retreat. If you don't invite them, the North Slope will be dragged down until they are exhausted. Once your morale is low, the Zhao family's old troops will burn down the Hall of Military Merit."

All eyes were on the booklet on the table.

That wasn't just a few sheets of paper.

It was Chen Mu's achievement, the South Gate guards' achievement, and also the names of the seventeen dead men from the cookhouse.

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression was calm.

"Anado".

"Do you want to live?"

Anado laughed: "Nonsense."

"Then take me to get that body."

Anato's smile froze.

Short gasps erupted inside the hall.

Lin Qinghe was the first to change her expression: "No way!"

Lu Shuangyi also looked at him: "You can't leave the fortress now."

Chen Mu didn't look at them, only at Anato.

"Your words weren't strong enough."

"The waist tag only makes Han Zhao unable to sleep well."

"Only a corpse can prevent him from recognizing it."

Anato stared at him, her eyes changing.

She finally understood that Chen Mu wasn't asking her if she dared to.

It's asking if she still has any value in continuing to live.

She gritted her teeth: "I dare."

Chen Mu nodded: "Very good."

As soon as he stood up, Lin Qinghe pressed down on his shoulder.

"You can't gamble with your life every time."

Chen Mu looked down at her, his voice a little softer.

"This time it's not a gamble with your life."

"It's to collect the bill."

He looked at Lu Shuangyi.

"Han Zhao's account, the Zhao family's account, and the account of the seventeen cooks."

Lu Shuangyi was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll go."

Chen Mu shook his head.

"As soon as you leave the fortress, Han Zhao will immediately enter."

"The Hall of Military Merit will be burned down."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Shuangyi tightened her grip on the knife.

She knew he was right.

Chen Mu turned to look outside the door.

"Su Wan".

Su Wan froze, then slowly raised her head.

Chen Mu pointed to the register on the table.

"Didn't you want to make amends?"

"Keep an eye on it."

Lu Shuangyi chimed in, "If the Military Merit Hall catches fire, you grab it and run."

Su Wan looked at the booklet as if it were a stone weighing on her heart.

After a long pause, she whispered, "I'll keep an eye on things."

Chen Mu didn't say anything more.

He put on his outer robe and picked up his spear.

Anato was pulled up by Zhou Tie, and as she passed Chen Mu, she whispered, "Aren't you afraid I'll lead you down a dead end?"

Chen Mu said, "I'm afraid."

Anado laughed: "Then are you still going?"

Chen Mu glanced at her.

"So you'd better not go the wrong way."

"If you make one wrong move, I'll kill you first."

Anato's eyes lit up, as if truly ignited by those words.

"Chen Mu, you're even more unreasonable than a barbarian."

Chen Mu walked out.

"Thank you for the compliment."