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

The old beacon tower is located on a protruding black rock on the north slope.

From a distance, only half of the wall remains.

The empty container line moved very slowly.

The two boxes were sealed three times with tape, and were also weighed down with the black seal of the military law tent, the wooden stamp of the inspector's tent, and the red mud seal of the review tent.

It looks like the real thing to anyone who sees it.

The team leader was Zhou Tie.

He had a loud voice and deliberately cursed all the way.

"That kid Han Zhao better not hide!"

"If a man is missing even a single hair, I'll tear down his Black Tiger Camp!"

The curses were carried far away by the north wind.

Behind the old beacon tower, a shadow moved.

Han Zhao was indeed there.

But he did not show up.

He simply had someone stick a wooden pole into the broken wall.

One of Crippled San's old boots was tied to the wooden pole.

Stone saw it from afar on the city wall, his fists clenched until they turned white.

"It's his."

Old Chai sat next to him, the bandage on his back still soaked with blood.

"Don't yell."

"He won't hear you even if you yell at him."

The stone teeth made a grinding sound as they chewed.

"I just want to kill someone."

Old Chai looked at the north slope.

"Remember this first."

"You have to target the right person before you can kill them."

Inside the medical tent, Chen Mu heard about the old boots but remained silent.

Lin Qinghe was stitching up the face of the crossbowman who had been injured by the iron teeth.

The needle pierced his flesh, and the crossbowman was sweating profusely from the pain, but he didn't cry out.

He only asked one question: "Sergeant Chen, is the ballista still working?"

Chen Mu looked at the two broken teeth on the table.

"able."

"But it can't be played the same way."

Lin Qinghe paused.

Chen Mu asked the crossbowmen, "What kind of toothers did you use when you repaired winches?"

The crossbowman, panting, said, "We've used cowhide, iron sheets, and hardwood."

"Where are the pot handles?"

Old Chai heard this outside the tent and immediately looked up.

"The pot handle can hold its own for a bit."

"There are many old cooking pots in Huotouying."

Han Wenshan said coldly, "Ballads are military weapons, not kitchen toys."

Chen Mu didn't look up.

"The iron teeth given by Chitetsuku can hurt our own people."

"At least the pot handles in the kitchen won't be pretended to be usable."

Several soldiers around couldn't help but chuckle.

Han Wenshan's face grew even colder.

Du Song, however, did not laugh.

He looked at the broken tooth and asked, "How many shots can it withstand?"

Chen Mu said, "One aircraft, two engines."

Is that enough?

"See where the enemy drags the heavy objects."

This is not a guaranteed win.

It wasn't some divine foresight.

It's just patching up the leaks after the initial damage.

If the three hundred northern barbarians really attack tonight, the three broken ballistae and the pot handles won't hold out for long.

No need, the north wall is even emptier.

Lu Shuangyi immediately ordered that six handles be removed from the old pots of the fire station and given to the armorers as temporary tooth pads.

Stone wanted to go himself, but Old Chai scolded him.

"Your shoulder is ruined; you can't hold a hammer properly."

"Ergou!"

The young cook who had knelt down the day before and said "I won't take the blame" raised his head.

Old Chai said gruffly, "Your father is waiting for you to come back, so don't let your hands shake."

Er Gou paused for a moment, his eyes reddening.

"Uncle Chai, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Even if you don't have to carry the list, you can still pass the pot handle."

Er Gou gritted his teeth, picked up the old pot, and ran.

Outside the medical tent, Han Wenshan saw this scene and his eyes darkened.

He used a family member's name to force the first person to kneel down.

Chen Mu didn't scold him.

Old Chai didn't scold him either.

Now this person is back in the team.

It's not because of passion.

It's because the north wall is really missing that wok handle.

On the other side, Ma Liu had already reached Xigou.

The western gully is lower than the old beacon tower, and both sides are covered with black rocks and snow.

Sure enough, the sled tracks were here.

Each line was pressed very deep, like an iron plow had dragged it across.

Ma Liu lay behind the rock, his teeth chattering from the cold.

The military officer next to him tried to peek out, but he pressed him down.

"Don't look."

"The Black Tiger Battalion crossbowmen like to aim for the forehead."

The military officer glanced at him.

"You're so scared, yet you still dare to come?"

Ma Liu said in a low voice, annoyed, "Being afraid and courting death are two different things."

There were six sleds parked in the ditch ahead.

The sled was covered with felt.

The iron corners were exposed at the edges of the felt.

It's not grain.

It is a crossbow mechanism.

There were also several bundles of leather rope piled up next to it.

The leather rope was coated with black oil and shone brightly when frozen.

Ma Liu recognized the application method at a glance.

The cooks also wiped the rope.

But they used lard putty, which is waterproof but not frostproof.

This black oil smells like butter, just like the half-footprint under the well shed.

The men of Chitieku destroyed the ballistae of Blackstone Fortress and fed the barbarians with hooks.

One side has less, the other side has more.

The account will then become clear.

Ma Liu's eyes suddenly turned red.

Of the nine sets of items missing from Blackrock Fortress, three are located here.

Further on, there was a dilapidated stone shed.

Someone was coughing inside the stone shed.

It's very light.

Ma Liu immediately recognized it.

Crippled San's cough was silent, like a broken bellows.

He moved forward half a foot, then suddenly stopped.

Two Black Tiger Battalion cavalrymen stood outside the stone shed.

Further away, there were also the leather hats of the northern barbarians.

Han Zhao wasn't hiding alone.

He has already made contact with the Northern Barbarian outposts.

The military officer asked in a low voice, "To charge or not to charge?"

Ma Liu shook his head.

"Those who are hit by the fire will die first."

He took out the red string that Chen Mu had asked him to carry.

The red rope was used by the fire station staff to hang pots.

Tie it to a rock and roll it to the bottom of the ditch.

The stone rolled twice and came to a stop beside the sled.

A Black Tiger Battalion cavalryman lowered his head.

Just then, Zhou Tie's furious roar came from the direction of the old beacon tower.

The empty box has arrived.

All eyes were drawn to it.

Ma Liu whispered, "Now."

Four Lu family guards pounced down from the other side, not to kill anyone, but to cut the sled ropes first.

The military officers then rushed towards the stone shed.

The first Black Tiger Battalion cavalryman reacted quickly, raising his crossbow.

Ma Liu lunged forward and crashed into his waist.

The crossbow bolt whizzed past Ma Liu's ear.

Ma Liu's vision went black after the fall, but he clung tightly to the man's leg.

"Crippled Three!"

"Say something while you're alive!"

A muffled thud came from inside the stone shed.

Then came the hoarse voice of the lame man.

"Don't make a sound."

"I've memorized up to the third line."

Ma Liu almost burst into tears.

"Go back to your mother!"

"run!"

The military officers rushed into the stone shed, but only dragged out one lame man.

Miao Jiu is not here.

The crippled man's left hand was tied up, his right hand was missing a section of a fingernail, and his face was covered in ash.

There was also a broken bowl in the corner of the stone shed.

Half of the character "赤" was also burned on the bottom of the bowl.

A few dry millet grains were scattered nearby.

Ma Liu's eyelids twitched as he read it.

The poisoned porridge bowl in Zhao Hong's dungeon is from the same batch as the one here.

The people of Chitieku not only delivered poison here, but also fed hostages here.

This is not just passing by.

It's a hideout.

But he is still alive.

He was holding a wooden board in his arms.

Several lines of text were written on the wooden board in blood and charcoal ash.

I can't understand Ma Liu completely.

I only saw a few words.

Red Iron Warehouse.

Black Tiger Camp.

Three sets of ballistae.

Northern Barbarian Sled

Miao Jiu was taken away.

Limpy Three isn't just waiting to be rescued.

He was still keeping accounts in the stone shed.

But just as they dragged the lame man out of the stone shed, the sound of barbarian horns suddenly rang out from the end of the West Gully.

It's not three hundred people.

It was a sled outpost with more than twenty people.

They were dragging light shields and grappling hooks as they pressed in from the mouth of the ditch.

Ma Liu's face turned pale.

"We're not here to attack the fortress."

"We're here to pick up the goods."

Han Zhao finally appeared in the direction of the old beacon tower.

He stood behind the broken wall and saw the empty box opened, containing only stones.

Zhou Tie grinned.

"The bill you requested is in Xigou."

Han Zhao's expression changed drastically.

He immediately blew a short whistle.

The Black Tiger Camp and the Northern Barbarian Outpost in Xigou began to consolidate their forces simultaneously.

Ma Liu carried the lame man on his back and was almost crushed by the weight.

The lame man whispered in his ear.

"Leave me alone."

"The three sets of mechanisms must not be burned."

Ma Liu cursed.

"If you say that again, I'll sew your mouth shut."

While being carried on his back, the lame man reached out to grab the small wooden sign on the ground.

Two characters were engraved on the wooden sign.

Miao Jiu.

Below is a string of numbers.

Ma Liu didn't understand, so he simply stuffed it into his pocket.

He later learned that it was the page number of the Red Iron Treasury's general ledger.

Before Miao Jiu was taken away, he used his toe to scratch the wooden sign while the Black Tiger Camp was beating people.

Even the most timid person will leave behind a death sentence.

It's just that the way it's left is ugly and unsightly.

They retrieved the crippled man.

They also found the crossbow mechanism.

But with three sets of mechanisms pressing down on the sled, the northern barbarians had already surrounded them.

On the city wall, the first ballista, which had been temporarily repaired, was finally raised.

The crossbowman, his face covered in stitches and half his face wrapped in cloth, still stood behind the crossbow.

Upon hearing the report from the north wall, Chen Mu only uttered two words.

"Sledding."

The first heavy crossbow bolt pierced the wind.

The nail didn't hit a person.

It's the sled with the mechanism at the very front of Xigou.

The sled overturned.

The iron pieces scattered into the snow.

The northern barbarian outposts were also thrown into chaos.

But just as the second ballista was about to fire, the tines on the tines suddenly broke.

The crossbow string is pulled back.

The crossbowman's hand was slapped until it bled profusely.

Only one shot remains on the north wall.

There are two sleds in Xigou, which are being dragged away by the Northern Barbarians.

Han Zhao saw this scene from the old beacon tower, and his face turned ashen.

He finally realized he was being held back.

Zhou Tie overturned the empty box, and scrap iron shards rolled all over the ground.

"Captain Han."

"Is what you want making a sound?"

Han Zhao did not scold.

He raised his hand and shot.

The short crossbow was driven into the ground half a foot in front of Zhou Tie's feet.

Zhou Tie didn't back down; instead, he laughed even harder.

But he didn't chase after him.

As Chen Mu once said, the old beacon towers were merely hooks.

If the hook bites the fish, you can't drag yourself into the water.