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

After the Black Tiger Camp blocked the rear route, the wind at the ridge seemed to stop abruptly.

Before the cart was stopped, the survivors were pressed into the snow, their faces pressed against the frozen ground, and their mouths stuffed with cloth. The ambushers in Youlin did not charge again; they hid behind the pine trees, only revealing a sliver of their bows.

Do not retreat.

The rest is blocked.

This is the situation Han Zhao wanted.

Han Zhao sat on his horse, his black cloak billowing to his armor in the wind. He didn't draw his sword, but simply raised his hand to have the Black Tiger Camp cavalry form a horizontal line.

Thirty riders is not many.

But in the narrow pass, it's enough to block the retreat.

The accompanying clerk's pen hovered over the paper, hesitant to write.

Han Zhao was still present.

The Black Tiger Camp's knives were still at the rear.

He was just a lowly clerk copying records, and he would usually bow his head and take a detour when he saw members of the Black Tiger Camp. Now that Chen Mu had asked him to write down the story of Han Zhao blocking the road, his hands felt like they were frozen.

Chen Mu did not urge him.

He simply placed the Black Tiger Camp nail, which he had pried off the sole of the boot, next to the paper.

The nails were very small.

It landed on the white paper, yet it made a louder sound than a knife.

The minor official gritted his teeth and finally wrote the first stroke.

The Black Pine Ridge was ambushed, and the Black Tiger Camp blocked the rear route. The situation is pending verification.

After writing those words, his back was completely soaked with sweat.

Han Zhao's gaze seemed to burn through the paper.

But the paper has already been written.

Zhou Tie angrily retorted, "Han Zhao, what do you mean?"

Han Zhao said calmly, "We were attacked during the escort, so I, the captain, sealed off the road to prevent any disturbance."

The Black Tiger Camp cavalrymen drew their swords half an inch from their sheaths, a cold glint of light pressing against the snow.

Zhao Chenglie stood beside the broken carriage, carrying the white fox flag on his back, his face pale.

He finally understood.

Han Zhao didn't come to save them.

Han Zhao was waiting for the people in front to seize the certificate and commit murder, and then cleaning up the mess under the guise of preventing chaos.

If Chen Mu were to die, Han Zhao could claim that he had rendered meritorious service in sealing off the road.

If the evidence is lost, Han Zhao can claim that the ambushers stole it.

If Zhao Hong is dead, there will be no way to verify the facts.

Everyone was included.

Chen Mu did not look at Han Zhao.

He first looked at the boots of the survivors.

"Take it off."

Zhou Tie was taken aback.

Chen Mu repeated: "Take off his boots."

The Lu family guards immediately held him down and pulled off his boots.

As soon as the sole of his boot was exposed, Zhou Tie's expression changed.

Black iron nails, arranged in a tiger claw pattern.

Black Tiger Camp Night Boots.

Han Zhao's gaze darkened for a moment.

Chen Mu looked up.

"Captain Han, is he also a deserter?"

Han Zhao did not answer.

A breeze blew through the mountain pass, causing the corner of the supplementary register of military merits to tremble gently in Su Wan's arms. She wasn't holding the fake register, but the second genuine one hidden in the lining of her outer robe. The wound on the back of her hand hadn't healed, and the cold wind made her fingertips numb with pain.

She hugged him even tighter.

Lin Qinghe stood behind Chen Mu, her medicine box slung across her shoulder. Inside a hidden compartment in the box was a third copy of the medicine booklet. Her hand rested on the box's clasp, but her eyes were fixed on the breastplate on Chen Mu's chest.

The strips of cloth under the breast protector began to darken again.

Anado only let go of one hand.

Instead of running away in the chaos, she took a half step closer to Chen Mu, her eyes fixed on You Lin.

"Someone on the right is making a grassland gesture."

Chen Mu asked, "What do you mean?"

"We'll make our move from the rear."

She lowered her voice.

"They won't kill you unless Han Zhao draws his sword."

Chen Mu nodded.

"Then let's prevent Han Zhao from drawing his sword first."

He walked to the broken car and kicked the box of fake certificates away.

The box lid was overturned, and a pile of waste paper, old accounts, and blank supplementary ledgers were scattered inside.

You Linli's breathing visibly became erratic.

Someone got scammed.

Chen Mu picked up a blank piece of paper and waved it around.

"Trying to steal my ID?"

He looked at the forest.

"What you're stealing is waste paper from the kitchen."

Someone in the kitchen couldn't help but chuckle.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it made Han Zhao's face even uglier.

Chen Mu then instructed Lao Chai to place the ash bag on the snow.

Old Chai untied the bag.

A layer of oilcloth was visible through the ash.

Under the tarpaulin was one of the genuine supplementary registers of military achievements.

Everyone around saw it.

not all.

Only a corner is visible.

enough.

Chen Mu said, "There are three copies of the original book."

"One here."

He looked at Lin Qinghe.

"A first-aid kit."

Lin Qinghe pressed the medicine box tightly shut and didn't say anything.

Chen Mu finally looked towards the distant southern road.

"There's one more, but we've already taken a detour to White Wolf Pass."

Han Zhao's hand finally landed on the hilt of the knife.

Chen Mu looked at him.

"Even if Commander Han kills me now, it won't stop the trouble."

In the wind and snow, all sounds were silenced.

Han Zhao looked at Chen Mu.

For the first time, he felt as if someone could see right through him.

This corporal risked his life, but he didn't take all the blame with him.

Killing him isn't enough.

There weren't enough boxes to go around.

Destroying one book wouldn't be enough.

That's the most disgusting part.

Zhao Chenglie suddenly walked to the side of the survivor.

He stared at the man's profile for a long time, his expression turning grim.

"I recognize him."

Zhao Hong suddenly looked up.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Chenglie's shoulders trembled, but he didn't shut up.

"His name is Zhao Ping. He used to work in my family's stable."

Han Zhao's eyes turned cold.

Zhao Chenglie continued, "Three months ago, it was said that he was selected by the Black Tiger Camp and transferred to be a guide."

Chen Mu looked at Zhao Chenglie.

Zhao Chenglie's face turned pale, but his voice became increasingly steady.

"The knife marks on the axle were also left by the Zhao family's stable repair knife. The blade is narrow and has a barb at the end."

He looked down at the broken axle.

"I've seen it."

Zhao Hong's shackles rattled loudly.

"The traitor!"

Zhao Chenglie closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Chen Mu.

"Do you remember this sentence?"

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

With the registrar absent, the accompanying junior official immediately knelt down on the broken cart board to write.

Zhao Chenglie identified Zhao Ping, a former servant of the Zhao family, as the suspect in the ambush at Songling Broken Axle. (Awaiting verification.)

Zhao Chenglie stared at that line of words, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He finally turned his knife on the Zhao family as well.

It wasn't for Chen Mu.

It's for survival.

After Zhao Chenglie mentioned Zhao Ping's name, there was a noticeable commotion among the former soldiers of the Zhao family.

Two people lowered their heads, and one person quietly took half a step back.

The Lu family guards immediately drew their swords.

Chen Mu did not immediately target the Zhao family. He looked at Zhao Chenglie and noticed that this once arrogant young general was now carrying the white fox flag on his shoulder, but his face was ashen, as if it had been washed with snow water.

Betraying one's family is dishonorable.

But he finally began to understand what it meant to be burdened with debt.

Zhao Hong's shackles clanged loudly.

"You think he'll let you off? You accused the Zhao family today, but tomorrow Chen Mu will still send you to military interrogation!"

Zhao Chenglie looked at his father.

"That's at least auditing based on accounts."

His voice trembled, but he did not lower his head again.

"It wasn't written by you guys that I died on the road."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hong felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and his whole body froze.

A short whistle suddenly came from the right forest.

Anato's expression changed.

"They're going to kill everyone alive!"

A cold arrow shot out from the pine shadows, heading straight for Zhao Ping on the snow.

Chen Mu didn't have time to move.

Anato raised her hand first, grabbed the iron headband next to her, and slammed it down.

The arrow struck the edge of the iron surface, deflected by half an inch, and embedded itself in the snow.

Zhou Tie immediately pressed his knife against the back of Zhao Ping's neck and dragged him behind the broken cart.

Anato's wrist went numb from the shock.

She looked at Chen Mu with a hint of smugness in her eyes.

"Does this count as merit?"

Chen Mu said, "Yes."

Just as she was about to laugh, Chen Mu had already tied her hand back up.

Anato's smile froze.

"Chen Mu!"

"Saving lives is one merit," Chen Mu said, tightening the knot. "But that doesn't mean you're free."

Someone in the kitchen was laughing again.

This time, even Zhou Tie's lips twitched slightly.

The ambushers in the woods, however, could no longer laugh.

They seized the fake box, which exposed their survivors; the broken axle was recognized; and Han Zhao's blocking of the road was also seen in public.

In this round, the killing intent remains, but it has already turned into a battleground.

Chen Mu looked at Han Zhao.

"Captain Han."

"You can block the roads to prevent chaos, that's fine."

"The source of the chaos has now been caught."

He pointed at Zhao Ping.

"Give Way."

Han Zhao sat on his horse, motionless.

The Black Tiger Battalion cavalry did not yield.

The atmosphere tensed up again.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves rang out from the other end of Black Pine Ridge.

It wasn't the Black Tiger Camp's horse hooves.

Lighter, faster.

A rider charged in from beyond the mountains, a small flag of the commander attached to his back.

When the man reined in his horse, the horse's hooves left long tracks in the snow.

He saw the broken cart, the fake box, Zhao Ping who had been arrested, and the Black Tiger Battalion blocking the road, and his expression changed several times.

Han Zhao frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

The junior officer did not return to Han Zhao first, but instead took out a new order.

"The military command has changed its order!"

In the wind and snow, everyone stopped.

Chen Mu looked at the order.

I felt no sense of relief whatsoever.

It came at the perfect time.

It's as clever as another knife.

The cavalry commander unfolded the document, his voice tense.

"The retrial of Bai Langguan has been suspended."

"The cases at Blackstone Fortress will be tried on the spot by the military."

"Chen Mu, Zhao Chenglie, Zhao Hong, and Anato, escort them back to Black Stone Fortress immediately."

"The military interrogator arrived in the afternoon."

Zhou Tie breathed a sigh of relief.

But Chen Mu did not.

He looked at Han Zhao.

The gloom on Han Zhao's face slowly turned into a slight smile.

That smile was colder than when the road was blocked.

Chen Mu understood.

White Wolf Pass is not the end of the killing game.

Blackrock Fortress is the one.

He looked down at the broken axle, the fake box, and Zhao Ping on the snow.

The journey wasn't finished.

But Han Zhao's accounts have now been expanded by three more items.

Chen Mu looked up and gazed in the direction of Black Stone Fortress.

"Back to the fort."

"Before the military trial, post today's accounts on the list as well."