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

The fire brigade climbed the wall much faster this time than last night.

Old Chai led the way, and Shi Tou carried the oil. Two soldiers carried the pot, three carried the wet felt, and the rest brought up everything usable from the kitchen.

Ash bags, iron hooks, hemp ropes, broken pot lids, long forks, bundles of firewood, and broken pottery shards.

It looks messy.

But Chen Mu went through them one by one.

"Place the gray bag in the east-facing vent."

"Lay wet felt on the arrow stalks."

"Don't put oil drums near fire."

"Put the broken pottery shards at the ramp, don't let the barbarians get a foothold."

"Give the broken pot lid to the person without a shield."

Zhao Chenglie was also assigned to be displayed on the wall.

He was accompanied by ten of Zhao family guards, his face as gloomy as the ashes under the snow.

Last night, he was still able to mock Chen Mu for bringing a pot onto the wall.

Nobody dares to laugh now.

The first batch of oil had already earned Nanmen a great deal of credit.

In the center of the north wall, Chen Mu stood beside the battlement. Lu Shuangyi stood to his side and behind him, not taking command.

She handed this section of the wall over to Chen Mu.

Several veterans witnessed this, and they couldn't quite describe the feeling in their hearts.

Two days ago, Chen Mu was just a lowly soldier in the wood-burning camp.

Now, he stood beside Lu Shuangyi, manipulating the north wall.

No one thought it was absurd.

Because he had guarded the South Gate, forced Han Zhao to retreat, and transformed the cooks, a group of menial laborers whom no one wanted to serve as soldiers, into a team that dared to fight to the death.

The snowstorm stopped, and visibility improved.

The barbarian cavalry below the city finally revealed their full strength.

The front formation consisted of five hundred cavalry, arranged in three tiers. At the very front were unarmed barbarian soldiers, armed with shields, short ladders, and iron hooks; in the middle were mounted archers; and at the very back were Batu and his white-horse guards.

They didn't even rush to attack.

He looked up at the city wall, his voice carried by the wind.

"Han Chinese! Is Anato still alive?"

Chen Mu said, "Alive."

Batu laughed.

"She's poisonous. Letting her into the fort is like putting a snake in your bosom."

In the corner, Anato was forced to stand below the merit list, her hands still bound. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes.

"You believe everything he says?"

Batu's voice continued to press down.

"She grew up in a barbarian camp and is a master at deceiving Han people. If I fail to capture Black Stone Fortress today, she will open the gate for me tonight."

On the city wall, many of the guards' eyes wavered.

A cook instinctively looked at Anato, his hand clenching the gray bag tightly.

Chen Mu did not turn around.

"Zhou Tie, take her to the list of military merits."

Anato's expression changed.

"What are you doing?"

"Let Batu see that you are still alive, and let the people of Blackstone Castle see that you are bound."

Anato gritted her teeth.

"You're using me as a flag?"

Chen Mu said, "You are more useful than the flag."

She was forced off the wall by Zhou Tie.

Batu's smile faded when he saw that Anato had not been killed.

He intended to use her to disrupt the city's order.

Chen Mu was not fooled.

He neither believed her nor killed her.

Only use her.

The horn sounded.

The first wave of siege has begun.

The barbarian infantrymen pressed forward with their shields raised, while the mounted archers simultaneously unleashed a hail of arrows. The arrows rained down on the wall; some were blocked by wet felt blankets, some by broken pot lids, but some still fell.

The stone was grazed on the shoulder by an arrow, and the man crashed backward against the wall.

Old Chai grabbed him.

"Stop! The arrow didn't penetrate deeply enough!"

Shi Tou's face turned pale with pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to back down.

Chen Mu glanced at it.

"Record the injury."

Old Chai immediately shouted, "Those who don't retreat after being hit by an arrow in the stone will be credited with a wound!"

The cooks on the wall were energized.

Remember even when you're injured?

In the past, when they got injured, they were only scolded for being in the way.

Now even injuries can be counted as merits.

Stone grinned, his voice trembling.

"I can still carry ashes!"

"lift."

The barbarian soldiers have already approached the halfway point.

This time, instead of taking the old path that had been sealed off by kerosene the night before, they climbed up the boulders on both sides.

Chen Mu said, "Broken pottery."

The cooks dumped the broken pottery shards along the base of the wall. The shards were mixed in with the snow and obscured the view. A front-row barbarian soldier stepped on them, and the formation immediately crumbled.

"Ash."

The ashes from the stove were scattered by the wind.

The shields could block arrows, but not dust that seeped in through the cracks. The barbarian soldier raised his hand to rub his eyes, and a crack appeared in the shield formation.

"shoot."

Only then did the archer release the arrow.

There weren't many arrows, but they all landed in the most chaotic spots.

The first wave was suppressed.

The second wave followed immediately.

Pulling it out is exhausting.

It depletes Blackstone Fortress's arrows, Chen Mu's oil, and the Fireman's Camp's strength.

Chen Mu also noticed it.

"Leave half of the ash bag. Do not touch the kerosene."

Zhao Chenglie couldn't help but say, "They came up without oil!"

Chen Mu handed him an iron fork.

"Young General Zhao, you can do it yourself."

Zhao Chenglie's face stiffened.

The guards nearby were all watching.

He dared not back down and could only take the pitchfork.

Just as a barbarian soldier climbed onto the rampart, Zhao Chenglie gritted his teeth and thrust downwards. The man lost his footing and tumbled down the snowy slope.

The minor official shouted from behind the wall: "Zhao Chenglie, guard the north wall, you have shot down one barbarian soldier, awaiting verification!"

Zhao Chenglie suddenly looked at Chen Mu.

"You're giving me credit?"

Chen Mu stared down at the city walls without turning his head.

"If you kill him, then it will be recorded."

Zhao Chenglie was speechless.

This is even more painful than being scolded.

Chen Mu added a sentence.

"I'm different from you. I don't steal credit from the living."

Su Wan stood behind the wall, holding a bucket of hot water. Upon hearing these words, her knuckles slowly turned white.

Chen Mu's ruthlessness was not meant to slander Zhao Chenglie.

I won by using the rules.

You stole from him, and he made you kneel.

Even if you actually killed someone, he'll still record it.

No one can find fault with this account.

When the third wave of barbarian soldiers pressed against the wall, Chen Mu finally had the third pot brought out.

It's not oil.

It's thickened brown rice porridge from last night.

Old Chai understood immediately.

"Hot porridge clinging to your body is harder to shake off than water."

Chen Mu nodded.

"Add ash."

The brown rice porridge was heated until it was very hot, and mixed with stove ash, it turned into a pot of thick, grayish-white porridge.

Zhao Chenglie felt a chill run down his spine.

"They can fight a war like this?"

Chen Mu said, "If we can keep them blind, then we can fight."

The barbarian soldiers pressed forward for the third time.

"splash."

Hot porridge poured down the wall, not as thick as kerosene, but much stickier. The formation below the wall instantly crumbled, screams carried up by the wind and snow. The front ranks of barbarian soldiers were thrown into chaos, while the shield bearers behind them charged forward, slowing the entire slope.

The men of the cookhouse were trembling with excitement.

For the first time, they discovered that the pots, porridge, ash, and fire they were familiar with were more dangerous than knives.

In the distance, several white fox fur guards beside Batu began to press down on their horses.

Chen Mu said in a low voice, "He's in pain."

Lu Shuangyi asked, "How did you figure that out?"

"The people around him have moved."

Suddenly, a horn sounded from the east.

The Black Tiger Battalion also made contact with the ambush troops in the side valley.

The shouts of battle were carried by the wind to the north wall.

Han Zhao was forced into war.

Chen Mu smiled.

This performance is finally not just a solo act by Blackstone Castle.

Batu had obviously also heard the commotion on the east side.

He took off the silver horn from his waist and played it himself.

His voice was deep and resonant, like a wolf king suppressing his throat.

Thirty white fox fur guards dismounted.

They carried no shields, only short axes and scimitars, with iron claws hanging from their waists.

Lu Shuangyi's expression changed slightly.

"White Fox Guard".

Zhou Tie whispered, "The Northern Barbarian King's elite guards. Once they're on the wall, one of them can take the lives of three or five of us."

Chen Mu looked at the thirty people.

Batu finally decided to go all out.

"Oil".

Old Chai picked up the oil drum.

Chen Mu added, "Pour only half a bucket. Leave the remaining half for Batu."

White Fox Guard rushed over.

Instead of using ladders, they used iron claws to hook onto the wall and climbed up, clinging to its surface. Arrows were shot down, and some fell, but the rest didn't even stop.

Half a bucket of kerosene was poured down.

Several White Fox Guards were caught in the crossfire and tumbled down the snow slope. The remaining twenty-odd people were already close to the battlements.

Chen Mu shouted, "Pot lid!"

The broken pot lid was handed to the front-line guard.

The first White Fox Guard climbed over the wall, only to be met not with a knife, but with a broken pot lid.

boom!

The white fox guard paused in his movements.

Long forks, iron hooks, and machetes were pressed down at the same time.

Regular soldiers follow formations, but cooks don't.

Three or four people surround one.

A pot lid smashes into your face, an iron hook hooks your legs, a long fork presses down on your waist, and a machete finishes the job.

Ugly, messy, but useful.

Chen Mu's voice drowned out the shouts of killing.

"Don't try to be a hero!"

"Three against one!"

"Whoever goes up alone gets their credit deducted!"

Upon hearing that their merits would be deducted, the cooks immediately banded together.

The White Fox Guards were ruthless, their blades swift, and their strength immense. A lowly cook was cleaved down, half his body losing its grip. Two men beside him, their eyes reddening, pounced on the White Fox Guard and pinned him down.

Old Chai swung his iron hook down, and the other person finally rolled off the wall.

Chen Mu immediately shouted, "Seriously wounded but not retreating, that'll be recorded as a major merit! All three of you jointly killing the White Fox Guard will receive that merit!"

The fallen soldier's face contorted in pain, yet he still managed a laugh.

"Damn it, I've done something great too!"

The morale on the wall soared.

Lu Shuangyi watched this scene, her eyes flickering slightly.

Chen Mu really made good use of the military merit system.

It's not hung on a piece of paper.

It is in every collision, every fall, every counterattack that these soldiers are told:

Your lives are valuable.

Your injuries are valuable too.

Batu stood beneath the city walls, his face growing increasingly grim.

His White Fox Guards were not defeated by elite troops.

They were held back by pot lids, ash bags, iron hooks, and reckless soldiers.

Just then, a White Fox Guard broke through the cook camp and rushed straight at Chen Mu.

Zhou Tie was entangled.

Lu Shuangyi was on the other side.

That man only had eyes for Chen Mu.

Batu had given the order.

Those who kill Chen Mu will be rewarded with a hundred sheep and a silver knife.

Chen Mu raised his gun, but felt a tightness in his chest, and his hand slowed down for a second.

The White Fox Guard's blade was already pressing down.

A figure suddenly lunged out.

Zhao Chenglie.

He almost instinctively raised his pitchfork to block it.

when!

The iron fork broke, and Zhao Chenglie's shoulder was pulled to one side, causing him to fall against the wall.

Chen Mu thrust out with his spear, the blade whistling past his ear, and the White Fox Guard fell off the wall.

Zhao Chenglie lay on the ground, his face deathly pale.

He himself hadn't expected that he would rush up just now.

Chen Mu glanced at him.

"Zhao Chenglie".

Zhao Chenglie thought he was going to make a sarcastic remark.

Chen Mu simply said, "Protecting the lord with one strike will be recorded as merit."

The clerk was taken aback, and quickly wrote it down.

Zhao Chenglie's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

This time, he wasn't humiliated to the point of being speechless.

The words "recognition of merit" left me feeling empty inside.

Beneath the wall, Batu finally retrieved the remaining White Fox Guards.

The first round of White Fox Guards' attack on the wall was interrupted.

But Blackrock Fortress was also badly damaged.

Chen Mu leaned against the wall, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

He looked down at Batu below the city.

Batu was also looking at him.

Both of them knew that this was just the beginning.

On the east side, the shouts of battle between the Black Tiger Camp and the ambush troops grew closer.

Lu Shuangyi walked to Chen Mu's side.

"Can it hold on?"

Chen Mu looked at the main formation behind Batu.

"support."

Lu Shuangyi lowered her voice.

"The next wave will be even more ruthless."

Chen Mu nodded.

"So we need to change our playing style."

"How do I change it?"

Chen Mu raised his hand and pointed to the spot outside the city where the White Fox Guards had fallen.

"Open the small door."

"Drag the corpse."

Zhao Chenglie's expression changed.

"Are you still going out of the city?"

Chen Mu looked down at the city walls.

"The White Fox Guards' iron claws, short axes, and leather armor are all valuable items."

"It cannot be left to Batu."

"We can't let them die in vain."

Old Chai's eyes lit up.

"Sergeant Chen, is this something that gets recorded as merit?"

"Drag one back, and you'll get a small credit."

The people in the fire station instantly erupted in excitement.

Looking at Chen Mu, Lu Shuangyi suddenly felt that this person was truly a born monster from the border region.

Others will be afraid when they see enemy corpses.

When he saw the enemy's corpse, his first thought was whether he could be credited with a merit.