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Qiao Wu's body was not removed.

Yan Heng ordered someone to leave him beside the broken wood of the Three Lists.

Short crossbows, tiger head prints, scraps of paper, and tallow wooden boxes were laid out one by one.

After reading it, Du Song only said one sentence.

"A crossbow can be stolen, and a seal can be engraved."

Stone's eyes turned red with anger.

"People are already dead here, isn't that enough?"

Du Song looked at him.

"Someone has silenced them."

"It doesn't count as Han Wenshan silencing him."

Han Wenshan said calmly, "Lord Du has made a wise judgment."

The cooks were even more frustrated.

Old Chai wanted to curse, but was held down by Lame San.

The lame man pointed to the scraps of paper on the ground.

"There are also words."

These three words made Lao Chai swallow his curse.

The paper contained Han Zhao's escort order, an old seal, and the name of the Heitie Warehouse.

But there are only a few words.

There was no signature.

No allocation was made.

There was no one to receive or send it.

It can give directions.

It cannot be crushed to death.

Du Song placed the second black slip on the old table.

"The case of Chen Mu's unauthorized establishment of military power will be decided tomorrow."

"Qiao Wu was assassinated, Chi Tieku was involved in the theft of evidence, and another report was filed at Bailang Pass."

"Zhao Hong and Zhao Chenglie will continue to be transferred for custody."

Yan Heng said coldly, "No."

Why?

"Qiao Wu just died."

"so?"

"There are people from the Red Iron Depot in the escort team. If Zhao Hong leaves, he won't live to see White Wolf Pass."

Du Song looked at him.

"Yan Heng, you've stopped me three times today."

"Because one person died today, and another almost died."

"Military law is not just about keeping people alive."

"With no survivors, whose paper is being written under military law?"

Two military judges stared at each other in the snow.

Han Wenshan did not interrupt.

He is waiting.

Du Song used his official position to suppress Yan Heng.

Chen Mu, however, asked from inside the medical tent, "What did Qiao Wu say last?"

Yan Heng turned around: "Ditch, the third tree."

Zhao Hong confessed in Chapter 33.

Outside White Wolf Pass, in the Mass Grave.

The third crooked willow.

Miao Jiu used to manage military license plates.

The two lines finally connected.

It's not a new secret.

It was an old grievance that Zhao Hong had mentioned long ago, and that Han Wenshan had always forbidden them from touching.

Ji Yunzhou also remembered.

"Miao Jiu went to the mass grave."

Han Wenshan chuckled: "Can a dead man's dying words really pinpoint Miao Jiu's whereabouts?"

Chen Mu said, "Send someone to take a look."

"What kind of party are you going to use?" Du Song asked.

This statement is very accurate.

Chen Mu gave no order.

The temporary review team has been disbanded.

If Lu Shuangyi sends her personal guards, Han Wenshan will say that she is trying to steal the certificate for Chen Mu.

If Yan Heng were to send military officers, Du Song could directly reject the request.

Du Song looked at him.

"This is the most dangerous aspect of establishing unauthorized military power."

"You're used to having someone come as soon as you ask."

Chen Mu remained silent for a moment.

I won't speak.

He looked at Ji Yunzhou.

"Lord Ji, the burial ditch contains old military tags."

"Military license plates correspond to the military merits of fallen soldiers."

"Should the imperial inspector investigate?"

Ji Yunzhou held the wooden plaque.

He knew that Chen Mu was leaving the decision to him.

It wasn't ordered in his name.

He really has to take the blame.

Han Wenshan watched coldly.

"Lord Ji, the Inspector only reviews case files. If he leaves the fort to collect evidence without authorization, and we encounter northern barbarians or lose men, who will take responsibility?"

Ji Yunzhou's face turned pale.

He fears.

From the moment he entered the castle in Chapter 30 until now, he has been afraid every time he puts pen to paper.

But he also saw Qiao Wu lying in the snow.

I saw that Zhao Hong almost died from a bowl of porridge.

If we wait another night, what will be left in the mass grave?

I'll take responsibility.

Ji Yunzhou placed the imperial inspector's wooden plaque on the table.

"The imperial inspector checked the old military badges."

"Please, Lord Yan, send a military officer to protect the witness."

Yan Heng nodded: "Approved."

Du Song's face darkened.

"I won't allow it."

Yan Heng looked at him: "Lord Du came to establish unauthorized military power, not to destroy military merit certificates."

"If the old military license plate is unrelated to this case, I will admit my guilt."

"What if it's relevant?"

"Then you demolished the review team too early today."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

This was the first time Yan Heng had publicly contradicted Du Song.

Han Wenshan finally spoke: "The mass grave is more than twenty li from the fort. It's getting dark, who will go?"

Zhou Tie stepped forward.

"I."

Those leaving the fort quickly made their selections.

Eight Lu family guards, two military officers under Yan Heng, and Ma Liu and Que San as guides.

Old Chai can't go.

Even stones cannot be removed.

The two men, both injured and left in the castle for the first time, looked unwell.

Stone handed his iron hook to Ma Liu.

"If you run into Han Zhao, don't just run away."

Ma Liu weighed the iron hook in his hand.

"If I don't run, who will come back to tell me?"

"Can't you just say something firm?"

"Only when you come back alive will you be strong."

Old Chai heard this but didn't curse.

He handed the iron claws, engraved with the marks of a woodcutter's knife, to Crippled Three.

"The slope in the ditch is slippery."

"Hold on tight."

The lame man touched the claw handle, didn't say thank you, and just hung it on his waist.

None of these people spoke well.

But everyone knows that going out on a mission is a risky business that puts your life in the balance.

Lu Shuangyi said, "Take eight personal guards with you."

Old Chai struggled to get up.

"I'm going too."

Lin Qinghe slapped him on the back from behind.

Old Chai was in so much pain he almost collapsed.

"Do you want to die on the way?"

"I recognize military lapels!"

The lame man walked out, leaning on a wooden stick.

"I'll go."

Stone got impatient: "You're lame!"

The lame man glanced at him and said, "Your shoulder is useless too."

Ma Liu shook the short chain on his foot.

"My legs are fine."

"Let's get rid of this thing first."

Yan Heng personally opened his short chain.

"Ma Liu and Que San will temporarily serve as the inspector's guides."

He specifically mentioned the imperial inspector.

They are not Chen Mu's people.

It's not the review team.

Du Song wanted to stop him, but there was no existing military law to stop him.

Chen Mu asked Lin Qinghe to help him sit up a little higher.

He did not give the order.

He only asked Anatoly, "What's north of the mass grave?"

"A dry riverbed."

"Can the car move?"

"Yes, it's possible in winter."

"If Miao Jiu were to burn military license plates, what would he bring?"

"Oil, diesel, and vehicles."

Chen Mu looked at Zhou Tie.

"Did you hear that?"

Zhou Tie nodded.

Chen Mu added, "Don't take the main road directly."

Du Song asked coldly, "Isn't this considered troop mobilization?"

Zhou Tie turned around.

He didn't change it.

"I was the one asking for directions."

Ma Liu grinned: "I heard it too, so I guess I have ears."

This time, even several military officers managed to suppress their laughter.

The team quickly left the fortress.

Han Wenshan did not stop him.

This only made Chen Mu feel even more uneasy.

The mass grave ditch is an old debt of the Han family.

Han Wenshan would not let them get their military license plates back so easily.

After the troops left the fortress, one of Han Wenshan's personal guards also left the training ground.

He didn't ride a horse, but walked eastward along the south wall, as if he were going to change shifts.

Lu Shuangyi saw it.

She did not send anyone to pursue them.

There are countless eyes watching from Blackstone Fortress. If Han Wenshan catches one messenger, he can always find another; it's better to let him spread the false news that the "evidence collection team is taking the official route."

Lu Shuangyi walked to the map and moved the wooden marker on the official road an inch north.

The real force has already bypassed the dry riverbed.

These are not troops dispatched by Chen Mu.

It was her own judgment.

Chen Mu glanced at her through the tent flap.

Neither of them spoke.

Lu Shuangyi knew he understood.

Han Wenshan might be able to control the fire station and dismantle the review team using old cases, but he still couldn't make everyone in Blackstone Fort afraid to make their own decisions.

Before nightfall, the north wind picked up.

Outside the medical tent, only the shards of the split wooden banner remained.

Chen Mu leaned against the couch, staring at the fortress gate.

Lin Qinghe changed his dressing again.

As soon as the cloth was lifted, her face turned ugly.

"If it tears again, I can't mend it."

Chen Mu hummed in agreement.

"You weren't listening at all."

"I heard it."

"You'd let them go after hearing that?"

"I didn't allow it."

Lin Qinghe paused.

She knew this wasn't about shirking responsibility.

Chen Mu was really forcing himself to take a step back.

Not everyone can listen to him.

Otherwise, the shadow of Han Wenshan's unauthorized military power would forever remain.

Lu Shuangyi stood outside the tent, heard the commotion, but did not come in.

She looked up at the increasingly dark sky.

An hour later, the sound of horses' hooves finally rang out outside the fortress.

There are only three.

There were ten men and seven riders when they left the fortress.

When they returned, three horses were pulling a broken-down cart.

Ma Liu lay sprawled on the carriage shaft, half his face covered in blood.

The lame man was not there.

Zhou Tie dismounted, having been struck in the left arm by an arrow.

His first words were not to report his injuries.

"The mass grave is on fire."

"Miao Jiu is here too."

Chen Mu stared at the back of the broken-down car.

The vehicle was covered with a charred straw mat.

Beneath the straw mat, a dense array of old military tags were visible.

Zhou Tie gritted his teeth.

"We got the cards back."

"Crippled San and Miao Jiu were taken away by Han Zhao."

When Ma Liu slid off the carriage shaft, Shi Tou rushed over and caught him.

"Where's Crippled Three?"

Ma Liu opened his mouth, but this time, the man who was usually the most talkative remained silent for a long time.

He still had the iron hook that Shi Tou had given him hanging from his waist.

The iron claws that Limpy Three took with him were not in the car.

He pushed the last bundle of cards to me.

Then he walked back by himself.

Stone grabbed his collar: "Why didn't you pull him away?"

Ma Liu didn't say anything back.

"I'm going to pull it off."

"I couldn't hold on."

Stone's hand slowly loosened.

Both of them were injured; one had blood on his face, and the other had a sling over his shoulder. Standing in the snow, neither of them dared to look at Lao Chai anymore.