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

When the second order was presented, Han Zhao finally revealed his true colors.

It wasn't the bottom line he thought he had.

This is the foundation of Chen Mu and others.

From the moment the escort order appeared, Chen Mu knew that Han Zhao would not only bring one order.

A man who dares to send the Black Tiger Battalion to raid the Military Merit Hall at night wouldn't risk his life on a piece of paper. Han Zhao will either kill Chen Mu or Lu Shuangyi. The former can break an account, the latter can break a sword.

Now that both knives are on the table, it's actually better.

A visible knife is easier to remember than a knife hidden in a sleeve.

An escort order.

A power of attorney.

Both letters came at just the right time.

It was so cleverly arranged that it didn't seem like a military clerk's tactic, but rather like two knives in Han Zhao's arms.

He chopped Chen Mu down with a single blow.

He chopped down Lu Shuangyi's clothes.

In the drill ground, the wind made the fire in the brazier flicker. The papers on the merit list rustled more urgently, as if someone was constantly turning over accounts.

Han Zhao said coldly, "General Lu, hand over your military command."

Lu Shuangyi did not move.

She looked at Chen Mu.

It wasn't a cry for help.

It means he still has any debts.

Chen Mu pressed down on the edge of the table and slowly pulled the decree of revocation closer.

The edges of the paper also have old creases.

The fire mark also appears dark.

The registrar's expression changed after just one glance.

"The same color as wax."

Han Zhao said, "Registrar Su, be careful what you say."

This time, Registrar Su did not back down.

His shoulder still ached, and his daughter's hand was still wrapped in bandages. If the military merit book hadn't been salvaged yesterday, both father and daughter would have been recorded as an "accident" in the fire.

He can't shrink back any longer.

"This humble official only recognizes official documents."

"The wax on this order is the same color as the previous one."

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

The registrar wrote it down.

Han Zhao suddenly pressed down on the knife handle.

The Black Tiger Battalion cavalry also moved.

Lu Shuangyi's knife was drawn half an inch from its sheath first.

That half-inch of cold light pressed down on the entire training ground.

"The military interrogation is not yet complete."

"Whoever draws the knife, confesses."

Han Zhao gritted his teeth.

He knew he couldn't act now.

The moment he made a move, he was confirmed to have been kidnapped and interrogated.

Chen Mu looked up.

"Lieutenant Han may interrogate Lieutenant General Lu."

"But according to the military trial order, the Black Tiger Battalion will be tried first."

Han Zhao sneered.

"The Black Tiger Battalion fought a bloody battle in the flank valley yesterday in defense; what crime have they committed?"

Chen Mu said, "The first crime is breaking into the Military Merit Hall at night."

"The second crime was the attempted burning of the official notice board."

"The third crime was to sit idly by while the northern barbarians surrounded the fortress, with troops lying in ambush in the side valley."

"The fourth sin."

He looked at Old Chai.

Old Chai walked out of the crowd.

He was still covered in ash, and the back of his hand was blackened by the fire. He stood in front of the table, his legs trembling slightly, but he did not back down.

"The fourth crime was told by the cooks."

Han Zhao frowned.

Old Chai swallowed.

"Before the fire broke out in the side valley, the Black Tiger Camp was ambushed and blocked."

"The six of us went around the wastewater outlet and set it on fire."

"The Black Tiger Battalion only rushed out after the fire started."

"After returning, Captain Han did not acknowledge the rescue and even sent men to burn the notice behind the scenes."

After Lao Chai finished speaking, he looked up at Han Zhao.

"We, the cooks, rescued your people."

"You can't turn around and take credit for our work."

That's a very crude statement.

It sounds heavier than many official expressions.

Several cavalrymen in the Black Tiger Battalion's ranks had their expressions change.

They did indeed rush out of the side valley fire pit yesterday.

Indeed, they saw the disheveled cooks retreating from the other side.

Nobody said thank you back then.

Because they are the Black Tiger Battalion.

What's the cookhouse?

But today, this debt has been laid bare before everyone.

Chen Mu looked at the Black Tiger Battalion's ranks.

"The Black Tiger Battalion soldiers who were rescued by the cooks yesterday in the side valley, step forward."

No one moved.

Han Zhao coldly glanced at his soldiers.

Chen Mu did not urge him.

He only had the clerk write down "the siege of the Fire Head Camp was lifted in the side valley, and no one from the Black Tiger Camp took responsibility."

The moment the pen touched the paper, someone in the Black Tiger Battalion suddenly took a step forward.

He was a young cavalryman.

There were traces of smoke on his face.

He kept his head down.

"I... came out from the side valley."

Han Zhao's expression changed.

After the young cavalryman finished speaking, it was as if he had used up all his strength. He didn't look up, but took off his helmet and placed it on the snow.

"When the fire broke out at the valley entrance last night, my horse got stuck, and a soldier from the cookhouse gave me a push."

He paused, his voice even lower.

"That person never came back."

Someone from the fire station recognized him.

"Mazda 6".

Old Chai's voice suddenly went hoarse.

Ma Liu was one of the three who died in the battle.

He didn't die on the front wall, but on the retreat path in the side valley. Originally, no one knew who he had pushed last.

Now, a Black Tiger Battalion cavalryman spoke up.

"Go back!"

The young cavalryman gritted his teeth.

"Captain, I don't want to owe the cooks their lives."

Two more people stepped forward.

Then comes the fourth one.

the fifth.

not much.

There were only seven people.

But that's enough.

A crack appeared in the iron wall of the Black Tiger Camp.

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

"Seven cavalrymen from the Black Tiger Battalion admitted that the siege of the side valley was lifted by the Fire Head Battalion and are willing to testify."

Han Zhao's face was extremely pale.

Anato laughed out loud.

Her laughter was faint, but it was just enough for the Black Tiger Camp members to hear it.

"Even when a wolf on the grassland is injured, it remembers who bit off its snare."

She looked at the seven cavalrymen who stepped forward, then at Han Zhao.

"Your Black Tiger Camp's tents are thinner than a wolf's."

That's a really hurtful thing to say.

The seven cavalrymen lowered their heads but did not retreat.

Han Zhao suddenly looked at her.

Anato raised her chin.

"I can add a sentence too."

Chen Mu said, "Speak."

Anato looked at everyone.

"Batu originally wanted to eat the Black Tiger Camp."

"If Han Zhao had sent out his troops half an hour earlier, the ambush troops in the side valley would not have been able to catch him."

"He deliberately waited until the north wall of Blackstone Castle was about to break before he made his move."

Why?

No one answered.

The answer lies in each person's heart.

He wanted to wait.

Wait until Blackrock Fortress bleeds.

Wait until Chen Mu dies.

When Lu Shuangyi lost power.

Lu Shuangyi's eyes turned cold.

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

Han Zhao finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"You even remembered a barbaric woman's instigation?"

Chen Mu said, "The confession is pending verification."

"But remember this first."

Han Zhao stared intently at Chen Mu.

"You remember everything."

Chen Mu nodded.

He did not stop even after Han Zhao exposed him.

Instead, he had the clerk list the names of the seven Black Tiger Battalion cavalrymen in a separate line, and had Lao Chai draw the time, number of people, and retreat route of the fire that broke out of the side valley on the ground.

A few sticks of charcoal drew black lines in the snow.

Where the Black Tiger Camp was blocked, where the Cook Camp circled out, and where the ambush troops retreated, they were all scattered in the center of the drill ground.

Once the battle map was drawn, even the lowly soldiers who didn't understand paperwork could decipher it. Old Chai squatted beside the black line, looking at the trail he had taken from the sewage outlet, and suddenly straightened his back. For the first time, he felt that even the dirty path the cooks had traversed could be drawn proudly in the center of the military court.

Han Zhao is not without hope.

He waited until he could wait no longer before taking action.

"A pawn can only rely on memorization."

He swept his gaze across the Black Tiger Camp cavalrymen, and then across the cooks.

"You have your battalion name, your military flag, and your superiors who speak for you."

"The cookhouse doesn't have it."

"If they die and no one remembers, the kitchen staff will be replaced the next day to tend the fire."

"If I don't remember, who will?"

Old Chai suddenly choked up.

The young cavalryman behind Han Zhao also raised his eyes.

Chen Mu nodded.

"right."

"Because you used to dare to smear anything."

The drill ground was completely silent.

This sentence was uttered without shouting.

But it brought tears to the eyes of the cooks.

Han Zhao's grip on the knife loosened and then tightened again.

He finally realized that if the investigation continued today, both of the orders he brought would become doubtful orders.

The Zhao family will also be crushed.

The soldiers of the Black Tiger Battalion will continue to waver.

He needs to change his playing style.

Just then, rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from outside the fortress gate.

A deputy general from the Black Tiger Battalion rushed into the training ground, his face pale.

"Captain!"

"People from White Wolf Pass have arrived!"

Han Zhao's eyes lit up.

The drill ground also became agitated.

The men of the Fire Station, whose backs had just tightened from the Black Tiger Battalion's cavalry stepping forward, collapsed again upon hearing this. The words "White Wolf Pass" were too distant, too heavy, like a block of ice hanging over their heads for these lowly soldiers.

Zhao Hong, however, grasped at the last straw, stiffened his neck, and suddenly raised his head.

Zhao Chenglie also looked towards the fortress gate.

Whether they are the ones being interrogated today, or whether they are the ones being interrogated, depends entirely on who walks in.

Han Zhao's eyes lit up.

The drill ground also became agitated.

The men of the Fire Station Battalion, who had just straightened their backs at the Black Tiger Battalion's cavalry stepping forward, were pressed down again by these words. The three words "White Wolf Pass" were too high and too far for them, like a mountain weighing down on the heads of the border troops.

Zhao Hong, however, looked up suddenly as if he had grasped the last rope.

Zhao Chenglie also looked towards the fortress gate.

Who decides whether they are being interrogated today, or whether others will be re-interrogated?

But the deputy general's next words made his face freeze.

"It wasn't the commander's personal guard who came."

"He is the Imperial Inspector of Military Discipline."

"They want to see the original files of the Blackstone Fortress military trial."