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

When the dark shadow outside the north wall pressed in for the third time, the snow was already above ankle-deep.

This time, there were no bugles.

The only sound was the soft scraping of the hook against the wall bricks.

The brazier on the wall was not allowed to burn too brightly.

It's lit up; the archer is now a target.

It got dark, and I only saw it when the grappling hook was right next to me.

Lu Shuangyi ordered the braziers to be lowered, leaving only a faint glow. The guards' faces were covered in soot, making it impossible to see anyone's expression.

Of the three ballistae that were still usable last night, only one and a half are left.

The half of the frame was covered with an oilcloth, and a crossbowman stood guard beside it, his hands still wrapped in blood-stained cloth.

He dared not leave.

They dared not touch the crossbow string.

Because nobody knows whether the next blow will be to an enemy or to their own finger.

This is the debt that Chitetsuku owed to save his life.

Lu Shuangyi stood behind the parapet, her knife still sheathed.

She was listening.

Anato, being escorted by two military guards, was also listening.

The flippancy on her face was gone, replaced only by coldness.

"Not twenty people."

"forty."

"Split into two sides."

Han Wenshan stood by the brazier and said coldly, "You only need to listen to the barbarian woman's words once."

Lu Shuangyi did not look at him.

She raised her hand.

"East Corner Grey Bag"

"North Gate Frozen Ditch, archers keep low."

The order was not given by Chen Mu.

Chen Mu needed Lin Qinghe's help to even sit up straight in the medical tent.

But every bag of ash, every bundle of tar paper, and every rope on the wall was delivered by the cooks under the guise of medical and miscellaneous tasks.

Du Song stood behind the wall, his face very grim.

He is still overseeing the temporary review team.

But at this moment, he saw it too.

Without these soot and tar paper, the north wall would have been covered with hooks long ago.

As soon as the first hook line touched the wall, Er Gou rushed over with the ash bag in his hand, but his hand trembled and the ash spilled half a foot off course.

A Northern Barbarian Snowclaw soldier climbed up through a gap.

Stone's shoulder wound had just reopened, and his face was frighteningly pale. He still used his uninjured hand to grab the bottom of the ash bag and forcefully poured out the remaining half bag of ash.

A muffled groan came from below the wall.

Snow claws slipped.

The person rolled down.

Stone himself was in so much pain that he knelt on the ground.

Lin Qinghe saw this from behind the wall and immediately ordered his men to drag him down.

The stone cursed, "I can still move!"

Old Chai slapped him on the back of the head.

"Don't mess with your mother."

"If your shoulder gets cracked again, who's going to bring water to Lame San tomorrow?"

The stone fell silent.

Lame San lay in the medical tent, and when he heard his name called, his eyelids twitched.

He tried to sit up, but Lin Qinghe pressed him back down.

"Don't move either."

The lame man said in a hoarse voice, "East corner... sprinkle another bag."

Lin Qinghe looked at Su Wenyuan.

Su Wenyuan immediately wrote it on a wooden sign and handed it to Ma Liu.

Ma Liu's face was still wrapped in cloth, and he was running with a limp.

"Another bag from Dongjiao!"

"That's what Crippled Three said!"

Zhou Tie snatched the wooden sign and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fill the plaster in the east corner!"

Han Wenshan said coldly, "A cook lying in his tent, can he point fingers at the wall?"

Du Song did not respond immediately this time.

He saw that after the bag of ash in the east corner was thrown down, two of the second set of hooks broke.

Han Wenshan saw it too.

His expression grew even colder.

A scream suddenly rang out from the frozen ditch at the North Gate.

A guard was caught on a grappling hook around his belt, and half of his body was dragged over the wall.

The guard was named Feng Daye.

He was usually responsible for moving arrows; he wasn't considered a fighter.

When he was dragged away, he was still holding a bundle of arrow shafts, which were scattered all over the ground.

The northern barbarians below the frozen ditch did not rush to kill him, but instead used a grappling hook to pull him down.

If we drag him down from the wall, the guards on the wall will be thrown into chaos.

This trick isn't ruthless, but it's dirty.

Han Wenshan's personal guards squeezed in at this time.

Just as Lu Shuangyi was about to move, Han Wenshan's personal guards suddenly squeezed in from the side.

"Vice General Han has ordered that the North Gate defense line be taken over by the Imperial Guard!"

Zhou Tie's eyes widened.

"Who gave you the order?"

The guard raised the token.

It's not Han Wenshan's private vehicle.

It is a garrison deployment sign for Bailang Pass in preparation for battle.

Han Wenshan slowly walked behind the wall.

"With the chaos of battle at the enemy's front and Blackstone Fortress short-handed, what's wrong with my personal troops reinforcing its defenses?"

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

"It's okay to provide backup defense."

"Squeezing past the original garrison is not an option."

The imperial guards have already reached the frozen ditch at the north gate.

They were unfamiliar with the wall passage and the location of the ash bags. As soon as the first row went up, they blocked the way for the cooks to deliver the tarpaulins.

Er Gou was so anxious that he couldn't get across the tarpaulin, and his face turned red.

"Make way!"

Nobody allowed it.

The hook of the third folding ladder outside the wall was hung up.

Han Wenshan's personal guards raised their swords to slash, but the blades struck the iron hooks, sending sparks flying, yet they failed to cut through them.

Because they were cutting the hook head.

The fire station was cutting the hemp rope behind them.

A difference of half a foot could mean the difference of life and death.

Zhou Tie roared, "Cut the rope! Don't cut the iron!"

The guard turned around and yelled, "Do you think I need to teach you?"

The next moment, the crossbeam behind the ladder hook pressed down on the top of the wall.

Feng Daye is still hanging outside the wall.

When Er Gou saw him, he hugged the tarpaulin and dared not throw it away.

Throwing tarpaulins might cover the northern barbarian soldiers, but it might also cover Feng Daye up with them.

Old Chai shouted over the wall, "Save them first!"

Since Shi Tou's shoulders couldn't move, he simply bit a section of rope with his teeth and swung the end of the rope towards Feng Daye's waist.

I missed the target on the first try.

It only got caught on the second time.

He bit his gums until they bled.

Er Gou then threw the tarpaulin out.

The tarpaulin covered the second Northern Barbarian soldier who tried to climb over the wall, and also blocked the swords slashing wildly by the Imperial Guards.

The wall was a complete mess.

If this is not recorded, Han Wenshan can say tomorrow that the Imperial Guard saved the North Gate.

But everyone could see that they were the ones who first caused the chaos in the passageway.

Two northern barbarian soldiers climbed up.

The first one was kicked down by Lu Shuangyi.

The second dog lunged at the one holding the tarpaulin.

Er Gou was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he threw the whole bundle of tarpaulin in his hand, which landed right on the other person's face.

The northern barbarian soldier cleaved through the air with a single strike.

Zhou Tie arrived and used his knife to push the man back over the wall.

Han Wenshan's personal guards turned pale.

This place almost breached.

It wasn't because of the chaos in the cookhouse.

It was because Han Wenshan was preparing for battle.

Yan Heng could see clearly from behind the wall.

"remember."

Ji Yunzhou's hands were numb with cold, but he still wrote:

Han Wenshan's personal guards changed their defenses before the battle, and blocked the delivery of oilcloth and felt to the medical staff and servants, resulting in the near loss of the frozen ditch at the North Gate.

Han Wenshan suddenly turned around.

"Ji Yunzhou!"

Ji Yunzhou looked up.

He was still afraid.

But the pen did not stop.

"I only remember what I saw."

Du Song walked to the frozen ditch at the North Gate, looked at the broken rope, and then at the iron hook that hadn't been cut.

The old military judge bent down to pick up the iron hook.

The hooked tail has a fire mark.

Red Iron Warehouse.

He handed the iron hook to He Wenbai.

"Verify."

He Wenbo scraped away the frozen oil, his face turning ashen.

"The old name of Chitetsuku".

Han Wenshan said, "It's not surprising that the Northern Barbarians seized military equipment from the Great Liang."

Chen Mu's voice came from behind the wall.

He did not climb the wall.

Lin Qinghe had someone lift a corner of the medical tent curtain, letting in the wind, which made his chest tremble as he coughed.

"Not surprising."

"Then remember it clearly."

"There are fewer ballistae and more ladder hooks."

"Blackstone Fortress is missing one piece, while the Northern Barbarians have one more."

"Whoever handles it, records it in the books."

Han Wenshan sneered, "You dare to interrupt?"

Chen Mu said, "If I don't interrupt, this hook will be attributed to the Northern Barbarians again tomorrow."

He looked at Du Song.

"Lord Du, keep watch tonight, and interrogate Han Zhao tomorrow."

"If we can't hold out tonight, we'll all be dead."

"The records of the dead are even harder to investigate."

Not a single word of that is eloquent.

Du Song listened to this.

He put the iron hook into the certificate bag.

"Keep defending."

"Deputy General Han's personal guards are not allowed to alter the wall defenses without authorization."

Han Wenshan's face finally darkened.

He tried to seize the wall defenses by night raid, but ended up getting another accusation against him.

Outside the north wall, the third wave of northern barbarians retreated.

But no one felt relieved.

Deep within the snow-covered landscape, Han Zhao's voice rang out again.

"Chen Mu!"

"If the evidence isn't handed over before dawn, Miao Jiu will cut off one of his hands!"

This time, no one on the city wall argued about whether it was Han Zhao or not.

Du Song personally instructed the clerk to record the time of the announcement.

Chen Mu leaned against the medical tent, his face as white as paper.

He kept crying after he heard Feng Daye being dragged back.

It doesn't hurt.

It's scary.

The sound of crying was unpleasant to hear in the military tent, but it was real.

Not every soldier on the frontier has a strong will.

Some were afraid, some cried, some knelt, and some, while crying, still tried to pull the rope.

Chen Mu asked Su Wenyuan to add a line:

Feng Daye, the arrows were not lost when the wall of the frozen ditch at the North Gate was dragged by a hook and rope.

Su Wenyuan glanced at him.

Chen Mu only said, "The living will remember."

It's not only the dead who deserve to be honored.

"Mazda 6".

Ma Liu immediately crawled into the tent.

"exist."

"Can we reach the old salt route before dawn?"

Ma Liu swallowed.

"able."

"But coming back is difficult."

Chen Mu nodded.

"I'm not asking you to save people."

Ma Liu was taken aback.

Chen Mu pointed to the half of the Miao Jiu wooden plaque on the table.

"Find a partner."

"If Miao Jiu were afraid of dying, he would have kept a second piece."

"Find it."

Ma Liu looked at the snowy night outside, his face gradually turning pale.

"This time... it's me again?"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"You know the way."

Ma Liu uttered a very mild swear word.

Then he tightened the cloth around his face again.

"OK."

"I'm afraid, but..."

"The accounts cannot be lost."