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

When Han Wenshan's personal guards arrived at Black Stone Fortress, it started snowing again.

It wasn't heavy snow.

The fine snowflakes were swept up by the north wind and hit the city wall like handfuls of fine sand.

Outside the fortress gate, three hundred imperial guards stood in two rows, their vests neatly trimmed, long spears held upright on their shoulders, the tips of the spears adorned with frozen white snow. At the very front, a large black banner with silver trim fluttered in the wind.

The single character "Han" on the flag was even more glaring than the tiger's head on the Black Tiger Camp's flag.

Han Zhao stood behind the flag, his face no longer showing the dishevelment of the previous night, only a cold smile.

The middle-aged man beside him wore a dark cloak, his temples were frosted, his brow bones were high, and his eyes were like iron pressed into a scabbard.

Jingbei deputy general, Han Wenshan.

On the city wall, the morale that Chen Mu had just managed to lift was once again dampened by the large Han banner.

The cooks instinctively gripped their iron hooks. Old Chai stood at the front, the frostbitten cuts on the back of his hands still unhealed, but his eyes didn't flinch.

Lu Shuangyi stood on the city gate tower, her red cloak billowing behind her in the wind.

Ji Yunzhou stood to her side and behind, holding the Commander Du's document in his hand, his face as white as paper.

He was the military discipline officer, and he could suppress Han Zhao.

But Han Wenshan is not Han Zhao.

Han Wenshan looked up at the city wall and then at the direction of the military merit list.

"Commander Lu."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was louder than the wind.

"Commander Du has given the order: Chen Mu, Zhao Hong, Zhao Chenglie, and Anato will be escorted to Bailang Pass for retrial in three days."

He raised his hand.

A bodyguard behind him held up another document.

"I have been ordered by the Commander to take over the escort and assist in the defense of the fort."

The city walls were completely silent.

Assistant Manager.

These two words sound better than "take over," but they are far more sinister.

If Han Wenshan were to enter the fortress, he could "assist" in managing the military merit hall, dungeon, armory, and merit list.

At that time, no one can guarantee whether the accounts that Chen Mu has meticulously recorded over the past few days will still be there.

Lu Shuangyi did not accept the document.

"The appointment order of the Commander-in-Chief, please show it to Lord Ji."

Ji Yunzhou's forehead twitched slightly.

He knew that Lu Shuangyi was pushing him to the forefront.

But he also knew that if he didn't step forward, the military trial at Blackstone Fortress would end today.

He took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the battlements.

"Deputy General Han, the military discipline case is being reviewed on the spot."

The wind rustled the notice paper.

Ji Yunzhou's voice wasn't steady, but he didn't back down.

"Before the review is completed, the witnesses, physical evidence, and military merit records involved in the case shall not be transferred to the unilateral military camp."

Han Wenshan smiled.

"Lord Ji is a scholar; his words are eloquent."

He looked up at the list of military merits.

"But fighting on the border doesn't rely on fancy words."

The three hundred guards behind him moved at the same time.

The horse's hoof pressed forward half a step.

The guards on the wall turned pale.

The cooks did not retreat.

Because they saw that the curtain on the other side of the medical tent had been lifted.

Chen Mu came out.

He was wearing a thick robe, tightly wrapped around his chest, and walked slowly.

With each step, the soles of his boots left a shallow imprint on the snow.

Those marks were quickly covered by snowflakes blown in by the wind.

Everyone inside the fort saw it.

The sergeant, who had just finished guarding the north wall and had fainted not long ago, was standing in front of the merit list again.

It's not because his injury has healed.

It's because the big Korean flag outside won't wait for him to recover.

Lin Qinghe followed behind, carrying a medicine box, her face ashen as if she were about to curse.

Su Wan stood at the entrance of the Military Merit Hall, holding the newly changed oilcloth copy of the military merit register. When she saw Chen Mu come out, her fingers immediately tightened.

She did not go forward.

She knew that what she could do now was not to ask him if he was in pain, but to hold the booklet tightly.

She only has the right to stand here because the booklet is here.

She repeated the sentence to herself, pressing her fingertips even harder against the edge of the oilcloth.

Anato was being held by Zhou Tie beside the list, her iron mask still on. She looked at Han Wenshan outside the city, and for the first time, the smile was gone from her eyes.

Chen Mu walked up to the list of military merits but did not post his name on it.

He looked up at Han Wenshan.

"Vice General Han is to assist in the defense of the fortress, that's fine."

Everyone on the city wall looked at him.

Lu Shuangyi's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she did not speak.

Han Wenshan also looked at him.

"You're Chen Mu?"

Chen Mu didn't answer that nonsense.

He reached out and placed his hand on the wooden table beneath the list of military merits.

"Register before becoming an assistant."

Han Wenshan's eyes turned cold.

"Register for what?"

Chen Mu said, "Vice General Han led three hundred soldiers into the Black Stone Fortress defense zone."

"How many horses, how many armors, how many bows, how much grain, how many arrows?"

"Are they here to escort us, or to take over?"

Write everything down clearly.

Snowflakes pattered against the wooden table, making a soft, rustling sound.

Han Zhao's smile froze for a moment.

Han Wenshan stared at Chen Mu.

He finally understood why Han Zhao had failed to kill the corporal several times.

This soldier, if he didn't speak, he wouldn't say anything; but once he did, he immediately wrote the name of his sword on the account book.

Han Wenshan said, "Does a general like me need to report to a mere squad leader like you to mobilize troops?"

Chen Mu said, "It's not directed at me."

He raised his finger and pointed to the list.

"To the Military Merit Register."

"Black Stone Fortress has just been besieged by the Northern Barbarians, and a case of treason has just been discovered inside. At this time, any troops entering the fortress must leave their records."

"If Vice General Han is innocent, what harm is there in leaving a record of the incident?"

Behind the cookhouse, someone took a low breath.

They are familiar with this phrase.

Every time Chen Mu says "What does it matter?", the other person feels very uncomfortable.

Han Wenshan did not answer immediately.

A captain of his personal guard behind him said coldly, "Insolence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Chai slammed the iron hook in his hand onto the ground.

The dozen or so soldiers from the cookhouse took half a step forward in unison.

They weren't standing in a neat row.

Some people were carrying pot lids, some were carrying iron forks, and some had bandages wrapped around their bodies.

But that half step was like a row of nails driven into the snow.

Ji Yunzhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he witnessed this scene.

He glanced down at his cuffs.

The cuffs were clean, but the fingertips were stained with ink.

In the past, when he wrote official documents at Bailang Pass, the ink on the paper determined several military regulations.

Now he's writing in Blackstone Castle, and the ink falling might force a royal guard to halt their horses.

This feeling frightened him, and it was the first time he felt that the pen in his hand was somewhat heavy.

He suddenly realized that Chen Mu wasn't just being verbally aggressive.

He was making it clear to everyone that the lowly soldiers at the bottom of Blackrock Fortress no longer only listened to their superiors.

They want to see the accounts.

Han Wenshan saw it too.

His gaze darkened.

"it is good."

He spoke slowly.

"You must remember this, and I will make you remember it."

Han Zhao suddenly looked at him.

Han Wenshan didn't look at Han Zhao, but stared at Chen Mu.

"But I will also make a note of this for you."

"Before sunset, Chen Mu, Zhao Hong, Zhao Chenglie, and Anato must be fully prepared for arrest."

"If anyone disobeys orders, I will take over the fortifications according to military law."

Three hundred imperial guards outside the city simultaneously raised their guns.

The tip of the gun gleamed in the snow.

Chen Mu stared at the spear tips, his expression unchanged.

"It's fine before sunset."

Lin Qinghe suddenly looked up behind him.

Su Wan tightened her grip on the book.

Chen Mu continued, "But Vice General Han's three hundred personal guards are not allowed to enter the fort."

Han Wenshan sneered.

"On what grounds?"

Chen Mu raised his hand and pointed to the cavalry outside the city.

"Blackstone Fortress has just finished defending a battle, and it is short of food, fodder, and weapons."

"If Vice General Han wants to wait outside the fort, please also write down how much grass the three hundred horses eat in a day and how much grain the three hundred men consume in a day."

"Whoever eats it, keeps track of it."

"Whoever breaks it, pays for it."

Old Chai's eyes lit up immediately.

The cooks also looked up.

They understood.

Chen Mu did not ask Han Wenshan to wait.

He was making Han Wenshan owe Black Stone Fort more money for every moment he delayed.

Han Wenshan's face finally turned cold.

Han Zhao turned slightly to the side behind him, as if trying to remind him of something.

But Han Wenshan didn't give him a chance to speak.

This deputy general understood better than Han Zhao that if the three hundred personal guards did not enter the fort today, their morale would be weakened by half; but if they forced their way into the fort, Ji Yunzhou's pen would write half of him dead first.

This is what makes Chen Mu so disgusting.

He won't block your knife.

He'll first ask you where the knife came from, who gave the order, who you're killing, and how you'll record the killing.

Han Wenshan could intimidate people, but he couldn't bury all these tents like snow in front of the military discipline officer.

On the city wall, Lu Shuangyi's hand remained on the hilt of her sword.

She didn't interrupt.

Because this time, she doesn't need to shield Chen Mu.

Chen Mu had already used a blank supplementary list to tie Han Wenshan's horse to the outside of the fortress gate.

Chen Mu lowered his hand from the list of military merits.

"Vice General Han is to take over the fort defense."

"First, settle your own accounts."

In the wind and snow, the military merit list rustled loudly in the wind.

A new blank supplementary list of crimes and merits was posted next to the registrar.

The first line hasn't been written yet.

But everyone knows it.

The next stroke should be Han Wenshan.

Either write about Chen Mu.