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

Opening the small door is extremely dangerous.

A wave of White Fox Guards had just retreated from the north slope, and the barbarian cavalry were still out of arrow range. If the gate opened even a little too slowly, or if the barbarian soldiers outside suddenly counterattacked, the small gate could be breached.

Chen Mu insisted on delaying.

It wasn't to humiliate the barbarians.

It was for iron claws, short axes, and leather armor.

Blackrock Fortress is missing something.

The cookhouse is even more lacking.

They used pot lids, iron hooks, and long forks to fight the White Fox Guards, but they could only fight once, not every time. The items carried by the White Fox Guards could be dragged back and used on their own people in the next wave.

Lu Shuangyi quickly understood.

"Here's a squad of personal guards for you."

Chen Mu shook his head.

"The personal guards are too conspicuous. Send the cooks."

Old Chai immediately stepped forward.

"Wow!"

Stone, with his injured arm in a sling, also shouted, "I'm going too!"

Lin Qinghe's face changed with anger.

"You've had an arrow stuck in your shoulder before!"

The stone grinned.

"Dr. Lin, the arrow has been removed, you can still run."

Chen Mu glanced at him.

"You're not going."

Stone got anxious.

"Sergeant Chen, I can run!"

"The injuries have already been recorded," Chen Mu said in a low voice. "Don't record your life too."

The stone froze.

The cooks in the camp fell silent for a moment.

Chen Mu didn't treat them as disposable materials.

He wants credit, but he also wants people to live.

Old Chai ordered six people.

They were all experienced soldiers who were quick on their feet, bold, and familiar with hauling firewood.

Each person has a hemp rope and an iron hook.

Chen Mu personally assigned tasks.

"Two people per group."

"Hook the foot, lasso the rope, and drag away."

"Don't stop."

"Don't be greedy."

"Only drag the nearest one at a time."

"Listen to the whistle."

Old Chai asked, "What whistle?"

Chen Mu took out a small bone whistle.

"One sound: retreat. Two sounds: lie down. Three sounds: throw the body back through the door."

Old Chai swallowed.

"Discarding the body?"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"Life is more precious than a corpse."

Old Chai nodded emphatically.

"clear."

Zhao Chenglie sat in the corner, bandaging his shoulder.

Watching Chen Mu arrange the cooks, he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid they won't come back?"

"Afraid."

"Then why did you let them go?"

"Because they want to earn credit."

Zhao Chenglie remained silent.

Previously, military merits among the Zhao family's personal guards were determined by their superiors. How many soldiers were killed and who was ultimately credited depended entirely on the Zhao family's wishes.

Therefore, when a lowly soldier goes into battle, it's mostly because he's being driven there.

But the situation is different now at the Fire Station.

They wanted to go themselves.

Because Chen Muzhen remembered it.

Dragging a corpse is also a merit.

Being a goalkeeper is also a merit.

Injury can also be considered a merit.

The small door slowly opened.

A cold wind swept in.

Old Chai led six men out along the wall, bending over like a group of mice stealing grain in the snow.

The archers on the city wall held their breath.

Lu Shuangyi stared at Batu's main formation.

Chen Mu stood behind the wall, holding a bone whistle in his hand.

The first White Fox Guard's corpse was closest to the small door.

Old Chai and his companion pounced, hooking the iron hooks around the ankles, securing them with a rope, and pulling them back with all their might. The frozen leather armor scraped against the snow, making a harsh, screeching sound.

The barbarians discovered it quickly.

"They're dragging a corpse!"

Several barbarian cavalrymen immediately drew their bows.

Chen Mu blew a short whistle.

The archers on the city wall fired their arrows first.

A hail of arrows pressed down, forcing the barbarian cavalry to retreat. Old Chai dragged the corpse and rolled into the small gate.

The first one is complete.

The cooks cheered softly.

"remember!"

The clerk quickly wrote behind the wall: "Old Chai and Ma Liu, drag back a corpse of the White Fox Guard, and seize the leather armor, iron claws, and short axe. Record this as a minor merit pending verification."

The second group rushed out.

This time, the barbarians were prepared. Arrows shot out immediately.

Chen Mu blew two whistles.

The two of them immediately dropped to the ground.

The arrow grazed overhead and embedded itself in the snow slope.

The two men were terrified, but they didn't run away. Once the arrow had passed, they immediately got up and continued dragging.

The cooks on the city wall were so enraged that their eyes turned red.

This is the kind of battle they understand.

Listen to the whistle, drag, run, and record the merit.

Simple, clear, viable, and rewarding.

The second body was towed back.

When the third body was towed back, Batu finally moved.

A dozen or so cavalrymen pressed closer, attempting to shoot down the reinforcements in front of the small gate.

Chen Mu remained calm.

"Grey Packet".

The cooks had prepared several small packets of ash. They wrapped the ashes in rags and stuffed them into makeshift slingshot baskets, not to kill, but simply to distract the eyes.

The gray bag hit the horse in front of it, and a gust of wind blew it away, startling the horse and causing it to turn its head to the side.

The cavalrymen's arrows were fired at inconsistent angles.

The third body was also towed back.

Batu's face darkened completely.

He never expected Chen Mu to dare drag the White Fox Guard's corpse right in front of him.

Even more unexpectedly, the people of Blackstone Fortress actually considered dragging the corpses as a merit.

The barbarians value bravery and reputation.

It is a disgrace that the White Fox Guard's body was dragged away.

I can't bear to pull it out.

He raised his hand, preparing to send a troop of cavalry to storm the small gate.

This is what Chen Mu was waiting for.

Three whistles sounded.

The cooks outside immediately dropped the fourth corpse and ran away.

The small door closed quickly.

The barbarian cavalry charged halfway before the gate was already shut.

Rolling stones, dust bags, and arrows rained down on them, and they gained no advantage whatsoever, so they had no choice but to retreat.

The fourth body was not brought back.

Old Chai stamped his feet in frustration.

"What a pity!"

Chen Mu said, "It's no pity. Your return alive is more valuable than corpses."

Old Chai chuckled.

"Sergeant Chen, how should we divide those three bodies?"

"Distribution is based on the number of people killed and the spoils captured. Those who dragged the corpses are credited, and those who dismantled the armor are also credited for their labor."

The cooks cheered softly once again.

The atmosphere on the city wall has changed.

The barbarian cavalry is still there, the Black Tiger Camp cannot be trusted, and the North Slope could attack again at any time.

But the men of the Fire Station had a light in their eyes.

They were no longer just menial laborers sent to their deaths.

They can also have their names recorded on the military merit list.

Lu Shuangyi saw all of this.

"Chen Mu".

"exist."

"You're acting like a military merit dealer now."

Chen Mu smiled.

"The border region is poor, so everything has to be calculated."

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

"If you had joined the Imperial Guard a few years earlier, you wouldn't just be a squad leader."

Chen Mu said, "It's not too late now."

This statement is not arrogant.

It's like saying something that will happen sooner or later.

It's not too late.

Because he will continue to climb.

Below the city walls, Batu sounded the horn once more.

This time, the barbarian soldiers on the front line did not move.

Instead, even louder shouts of battle came from the eastern side valley.

The Black Tiger Camp and the ambush troops have truly locked in combat.

Soon, a Black Tiger Battalion cavalryman came galloping from the east side, shouting outside the fortress.

"Captain Han requests that Lieutenant General Lu send troops to provide support!"

Everyone on the city wall looked at Lu Shuangyi.

Han Zhao asked for help.

Zhao Chenglie couldn't help but say, "The Black Tiger Camp has requested reinforcements. If we don't help them, the Commander-in-Chief will blame us in the future..."

Chen Mu interrupted him.

"save."

Everyone was taken aback.

Zhao Chenglie was also stunned.

He thought Chen Mu would take the opportunity to frame Han Zhao.

Chen Mu looked to the east.

"The Black Tiger Battalion cannot be wiped out. If they are all killed, Batu will turn around and attack Black Stone Fortress."

Lu Shuangyi asked, "How many should we send?"

"Don't send anyone." Chen Mu pointed to the iron claw that had just been dragged back. "Send fire."

Zhou Tie's expression changed.

"You still want to leave the castle?"

Lin Qinghe immediately became anxious.

"You're not allowed to go!"

This time, Chen Mu did not say that he would go himself.

He looked at Old Chai.

Old Chai straightened his chest.

"I'll go."

"Take five men," Chen Mu said. "Just set the fire, don't engage in battle. Return as soon as you're done. The Black Tiger Camp will be forced out of the valley by the fire, and Han Zhao will naturally be able to escape."

Old Chai grinned.

"Will I receive a reward?"

"Saving the Black Tiger Camp once is a major achievement."

Old Chai's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Brothers, did you hear that? Our cooks are going to rescue the Black Tiger Battalion!"

The cooks burst into laughter.

In the past, the cooks of the Fire Head Battalion didn't dare to raise their heads when they saw the Black Tiger Battalion

Now they can actually say they're going to rescue the Black Tiger Camp.

This courage was entirely given to me by Chen Mu.

Lu Shuangyi quickly agreed.

Old Chai led five men down the wall, carrying kerosene and straw ropes, and they exited through the wastewater outlet.

Chen Mu stood on the city wall, staring at the east side.

He can't go.

But his hand had already reached out to Blackstone Castle.

Half an hour later, a fire suddenly broke out in the valley on the east side.

The fire, fueled by the wind, spread along the dry grass into the valley.

The shouts of battle broke out.

The Black Tiger Battalion seized the opportunity to break through the encirclement.

When Han Zhao led his men out of the valley, half of his black cloak was burned through, and he looked disheveled.

Old Chai, along with five cooks, crawled back into the wastewater outlet from the other side, their faces covered in dust.

The first thing I said when I got back was:

"Corporal Chen! We really rescued the Black Tiger Battalion!"

The fire station was buzzing with excitement once again.

Chen Mu looked to the east.

Han Zhao also looked towards the city wall.

Their eyes met across the wind and snow.

Han Zhao knew who had saved him.

He also knew why Chen Mu saved him.

It wasn't out of kindness.

It's to make him owe money.

Chen Mu raised his hand, instructing the minor official to add a line next to the list of military merits.

Six men, including Lao Chai from the Fire Station, set fire to the side valley, relieving the Black Tiger Camp's flank encirclement. They were commended for their meritorious service, pending verification.

When the message was posted, the entire Blackrock Fortress fell silent for a moment.

The cooks rescued the Black Tiger Battalion.

These six words are enough to make all the lowest-ranking soldiers stand up straight.

Han Zhao saw this from a distance, and his face turned extremely grim.

He would rather get injured than owe Chen Mu this debt.

But the bill has already been posted.

Chen Mu wouldn't let him renege on his promise.

Batu saw the fire in the side valley and for the first time truly showed anger.

The White Horse Guards regrouped.

This time, it's not a test.

He wanted to personally oversee the operation.

Lu Shuangyi gripped the knife handle tightly.

"The next wave will be the final assault."

Chen Mu looked down at the city walls, his voice a little hoarse.

"Then let him have the last half-barrel of oil."

Lin Qinghe watched Chen Mu's swaying back from behind, and her heart tightened.

Chen Mu is about to collapse.

But Batu, who was below the city, wouldn't wait for him to hold out.