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

The sled tracks on the north slope stretched all the way to three miles outside Blackstone Fortress.

The scout who brought the news had half his face frozen white, and when he marched into the military camp, the soles of his boots were still covered in hard snow.

"Not a squad."

"At least three hundred people."

"The sled was pressed deeply, like it was dragging a heavy load."

The military law tent fell silent.

Du Song was still looking at old cases when he heard the words "three hundred people" and his finger stopped on the paper.

Han Wenshan spoke first: "Given the current enemy situation, all private interrogations and investigations must cease immediately."

He turned to look at Lu Shuangyi.

"General Lu, Black Stone Fort should be under military command, not under a few worthless cards."

Lu Shuangyi did not answer.

She was looking at the military tag on the table.

The same red iron depot allocation number is engraved on the back of all seventeen old military tags.

Ballista mechanism.

There were originally twelve ballistae on the Blackstone Fortress, but now only three are usable on the city walls.

It's not the words that are missing.

They were nine heavy crossbows capable of crushing barbarian sleds.

Chen Mu was still in the medical tent.

Yan Heng didn't have anyone carry him out again, but only sent his military ID and transfer number into the medical tent so that he could see them through the curtain.

Lin Qinghe had just changed his dressing when blood seeped through the fabric again.

He glanced at it only once before asking, "Three crossbows on the north wall, has anyone tried them?"

Zhou Tie stood at the tent entrance: "I tested one last night, and it worked."

"It's not usable if it makes a sound."

Chen Mu looked up.

"Disassemble the crossbow arm, winch, mechanism, slide, and crossbow rope."

Han Wenshan, who was outside, overheard this and sneered, "A mere squad leader dares to inspect crossbows?"

Chen Mu did not respond to him.

He asked Yan Heng, "Can I mobilize troops?"

Yan Heng said, "No."

"Can I be featured on the wall?"

"cannot."

"Then I'll just check the accounts."

He pointed to the dog tag.

"Twelve satchels in the tent, three satchels on the city wall."

"The enemy is coming with heavy sleds; first, check where those nine are."

Du Song entered the medical tent.

The old military judge had a very somber expression.

"With enemy troops outside, investigating old accounts can easily demoralize the army."

Chen Mu leaned against the pillow, his breathing unsteady.

"With ballistae in hand, the morale of the army remains high."

"Without the ballista, who are we supposed to show off by setting it up?"

This statement is unrefined.

It doesn't sound good either.

But the guards outside the military tent understood.

Han Wenshan said, "The White Wolf Pass will investigate the matter of the Red Iron Depot's allocation. Right now, we need to defend the fortress, so let's seal these old tokens back in the military law tent."

After he finished speaking, the guards went to move the wooden crates containing the military license plates.

Old Chai was sitting outside the tent drying herbs. The twelve blows on his back were still not healed. He looked up when he heard the sound of the wooden box.

"Trying to rob us again?"

With a cloth sling over his shoulder, Shi Tou suddenly stood up.

Ma Liu still had the scratches from the mass grave on his face. He cursed under his breath, but pulled his feet back.

He fears.

That night in the mass grave ditch, when Lame Three was taken away, he couldn't stop him.

Now, whenever Han's personal guards move the wooden crate, his calves tighten first.

But he still took half a step forward.

"Lord Yan said that this box belongs to the military law account."

Han's personal guards shoved him aside.

Malibu fell into the snow and couldn't get up for a long time.

Shi Tou's eyes reddened, and Zhou Tie pressed down on his shoulder first.

"Don't pass on the charges to them."

Han Wenshan seemed not to see it.

"The enemy situation is urgent. All military equipment and evidence are temporarily under my command and will be subject to unified command."

"Anyone who dares to stop us will be treated as if we were mistaken in the fighting."

A miscalculation.

These two words are heavier than a beating.

The cooks were all frozen in place.

Han Wenshan is very good at choosing his timing.

On ordinary days, seizing certificates is called destroying accounts.

If we seize the enemy troops when they are about to arrive, then we can call it military business.

Yan Heng reached out and pressed down on the wooden box.

"The evidence sealed in the military law register cannot be touched without my signature."

Han Wenshan looked at Du Song.

"Lord Du, the enemy troops are right on the north slope. You're letting a military judge hold onto the weapons?"

Du Song remained silent for a moment.

"Can be opened and used."

Han Wenshan's eyes lit up.

Du Song added, "But they must not be taken out of the military law tent."

Han Wenshan's face darkened.

Chen Mu coughed inside the tent.

"No need to fight for the box."

Everyone looked toward the medical tent.

"Check the city walls first."

"Nine ballistae are missing; it's an old issue."

"Whether or not the three ballistae can be used is a matter of life and death."

Lu Shuangyi finally spoke: "Zhou Tie."

"exist!"

"Lead the armored soldiers to the north wall and dismantle three crossbows. Yan Heng sent someone to record it, Ji Yunzhou sent someone to check it, and He Wenbai verified the old mark of the Red Iron Depot."

She then ordered Su Wenyuan.

"Retrieve the old armory register from Blackstone Fortress."

Su Wenyuan's shoulder injury had not yet healed, and when he returned carrying the booklet, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

The pages are yellowed, and the edges have been chewed by mice.

But the old designation of the twelve ballistae is still there.

Numbers one through four, north wall.

Numbers 5 to 8, South Gate.

Numbers 9 through 12 are kept in the warehouse for future use.

Su Wenyuan turned to the back, his voice gradually growing hoarse.

Three years ago, the South Gate Four-Frame Hematite Depot was under repair.

Two years ago, the warehouse had four spare iron racks for maintenance.

"Last winter, a hematite warehouse was being repaired on the north wall."

"Return to warehouse, all of them are available."

He Wenbai took the booklet and touched the ink on the return slip.

"The seal is real."

Chen Mu asked from inside the tent, "Where are the crossbows?"

No one answered.

The seal is genuine.

The crossbow is not there.

This is dirtier than a fake seal.

A fake seal can be explained by someone forging it. A genuine seal, however, indicates that someone, while in official robes, embezzled all nine crossbows along the way.

Han Wenshan said calmly, "Over the years, it has been repaired, disassembled into parts, or worn out during wartime. This is common at the border."

Chen Mu said, "For routine matters, we will check the routine accounts."

"Nine crossbows, disassembled into several parts, who was given them, what's wrong with them, and who signed for them."

Don't use the word "commonplace" to bury people.

Han Wenshan said coldly, "General Lu, is this pre-battle self-destruction of weapons?"

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

"Once the test is complete and it works, put it back immediately."

"If you can't get vaccinated after the investigation, then it's not self-destruction."

"Someone destroyed it long ago."

The north wall is windy, and the crossbow is mounted behind the parapet, its wooden arm as thick as a child's waist.

When the first one was disassembled, the tracks were full of frozen black oil.

The second winch was missing three teeth.

The third one was the cleanest.

It's abnormally clean.

When Zhou Tie pulled out the mechanism, his expression changed instantly.

The load-bearing iron pin was painted black on the outside, but the inside was not made of wrought iron.

It is soft iron.

When the bow is fully drawn, the iron pin will bend.

The crossbow won't fire.

The string will pull back.

The crossbowmen standing behind them would either lose a finger or die.

Ma Liu stared at the iron pin, his lips dry.

"This thing would be really bad if a fight broke out..."

He didn't finish speaking.

Er Gou stood behind, holding the wooden record sign, his hands trembling.

He knelt before the three lists yesterday.

Today, I was kicked into the bed crossbow by Lao Chai again.

He didn't know many characters and could only carve marks according to the method that the lame man had taught him before.

A single line was carved on a crossbow.

A broken pin has a cross engraved on it.

When he got to the third cross, he whispered, "Uncle Chai, if the barbarians had come last night, wouldn't we all be gone?"

Old Chai didn't scold him.

That's why I asked you to carve it.

"Your father lives in Xitun."

"Xitun is closest to the north wall."

Er Gou's knife pierced deeply, and a white crack appeared on the wooden sign.

He finally understood that Chen Mu hadn't asked them to keep a neat record.

It's about whether you can make your family members live.

Everyone understands.

Three ballistae were mounted on the tent and could be used.

If a real fight breaks out, we might not be able to rely on a single fighter.

He Wenbai inspected the end of the iron pin and scraped off a layer of paint.

There is a small half-print under the lacquer.

Red.

Red Iron Warehouse.

Han Wenshan stood to the side, his expression unchanged.

"Military equipment losses are common at the border."

"Chen Mu's men touched the ballista; who knows if they were the ones who just used it?"

Stone was so angry he was about to charge, but Old Chai held him down.

Old Chai's face turned pale from back pain, but his voice was rough.

"We haven't even warmed the pot yet, how can we have time to climb the wall and change the iron pins?"

Han Wenshan ignored him.

He looked at Du Song.

"The fact that the ballistae were unresponsive indicates that someone inside Blackrock Fortress was tampering with the weapons."

"The temporary review team had just been established when its weapons broke down."

"This debt should also be attributed to Chen Mu."

Chen Mu wasn't on the wall.

But when these words reached the medical tent, he closed his eyes.

Han Wenshan wasn't trying to whitewash himself.

He turned the sword he used to guard the city into a weapon held against Chen Mu's neck.

Yan Heng put the soft iron pin into the certificate bag.

"First, memorize the seal of the Red Iron Treasury."

Du Song said, "I also remember that Chen Mu's review team came into contact with military equipment."

Ji Yunzhou's face turned pale.

He knew how heavy those words were.

Chen Mu spoke from inside the medical tent: "Record it."

Lin Qinghe suddenly looked at him.

Chen Mu's voice was low.

"If they're going to fall, let them fall completely."

"We need to test all three ballistae tonight."

"If one plane breaks down, remember it."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a bugle call sounded from outside the north wall.

It wasn't a barbarian army attacking the city.

An arrow shot into the top of the wall.

A piece of gray cloth was tied to the arrow shaft.

There were only six crooked characters on the gray cloth.

The crippled man is in my hands.

There was also a small piece of sawdust wrapped under the gray cloth.

There were knife marks on the wood shavings, leaving only half of the character "柴" (firewood).

Old Chai recognized it.

That was a mark he had carved on the iron claw handle, which was then shaved off by someone.

Han Zhao didn't just tell them that Crippled San was alive.

He was telling the cooks:

What you can remember, I can also slice away, one slice at a time.