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

Before sunrise, Blackstone Castle hoisted an empty box onto the north wall.

The box had three seals on the outside.

The military law tent has a black tag.

The wooden plaque of the imperial inspector.

The review of Zhu Ni was conducted.

It's the same as the one sent to the old beacon tower last night.

The difference this time is that a section of the frozen oil drum was deliberately exposed at the bottom of the container.

From a distance, it looks like evidence from the Red Iron Archives.

Only upon closer inspection will you realize that it was just old sheet metal scraped off from the frozen oil drum under the car.

Chen Mu did not allow anyone to falsify accounts.

He simply had people hang real sheet metal on the empty boxes.

Han Zhao wanted the evidence.

Then let him see the shadow of the witness.

Lu Shuangyi asked, "What if he doesn't fall for it?"

Chen Mu only replied at the time: "He lost his way in Xigou last night, and his car was also searched."

"He's more anxious than we are."

People in a hurry will gravitate towards you.

Han Zhao saw this from the north slope and, as expected, did not immediately cut off Miao Jiu's hand.

He had Miao Jiu dragged to the front of the snow slope.

Miao Jiu was unsteady on his feet and was almost being supported by two Black Tiger Camp cavalrymen.

His right shoulder was still bleeding, and his face was swollen like a lump of dough.

But he is still alive.

As long as you're alive, you can speak.

Chen Mu is still in the medical tent.

This time, the curtain was not lifted.

His wound reopened, and Lin Qinghe only allowed him to listen through the tent.

The one who truly spoke from behind the wall was Du Song.

The old military judge stood behind the parapet; his voice was not loud, but it carried very clearly.

"Han Zhao"

"Du Song, the judge of the military law department at Bailang Pass, is here."

"You took the accountant Miao Jiu hostage, and while you were in enemy territory, you demanded evidence of military law."

"Release them now and surrender to the authorities."

The north slope was quiet at first.

Then came Han Zhao's laughter.

"Master Du."

"You're getting old."

"If I am brought to justice, who will defend Blackstone Fortress against the northern barbarians?"

That's a very hurtful statement.

He described his position on the enemy lines as defending Blackrock Fortress.

Han Wenshan, standing under the wall, immediately responded.

"Han Zhao was perhaps forced into this situation by the northern barbarians."

"Save lives first, then determine the nature of the crime."

Yan Heng glanced at him.

"He has a knife."

Han Wenshan said, "A knife could also be used for self-defense."

Chen Mu said softly from inside the medical tent, "Let Miao Jiu speak."

Zhou Tie received the wooden plaque and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Miao Jiu!"

"You said last night that Deputy General Han's personal guards had hidden two sets of crossbow mechanisms under the second cart on the left."

"The undercarriage has been found!"

The snow and wind on the north slope seemed to stop for a moment.

The smile on Han Zhao's face disappeared.

Miao Jiu suddenly looked up.

He couldn't see the city wall clearly, but he heard the words "find out".

For Miao Jiu, these three words were more effective than hemostatic drugs.

He was beaten, stabbed, and dragged to the snow slope last night, but what he feared most was not death.

No one believes the stories I told myself.

If no one believes him, then he's suffered for nothing.

No one believed him; he was still the "worthless" accountant in Han Zhao's words.

Now, when people on the city wall shouted that they had been found, he felt as if he had been pulled out of the mud.

The person burst into tears.

"I'm not lying to you!"

"I'm not lying!"

Han Zhao grabbed his hair.

Miao Jiu screamed in pain.

Du Song raised his hand and had someone lift a section of the iron pin from the two sets of mechanisms onto the wall.

He Wenbai personally announced, "The old name of Chitieku has been verified!"

Ji Yunzhou then called out, "The Imperial Inspector's account has been recorded!"

Yan Heng spoke finally: "Han Wenshan's personal guard, second detachment commander on the left, has been apprehended!"

Three sentences were thrown down.

Not only Han Zhao, but even the Black Tiger Camp cavalry behind him moved on the north slope.

They followed Han Zhao because they thought Han Wenshan could cover for them.

But now the car has been searched, the captain has been detained, and Du Song also heard Han Zhao shouting.

This is no small mistake.

This involves delivering weapons to the enemy lines and then exchanging hostages for evidence.

Han Zhao suddenly pushed Miao Jiu forward.

"Put the box down!"

"I'll release them!"

Chen Mu heard this from inside the tent and closed his eyes briefly.

He wanted to go closer to look at the box.

Lu Shuangyi stood against the wall and asked in a low voice, "Should we fight or not?"

The message board was delivered into the medical tent.

Chen Mu shook his head after reading it.

"I won't hit people."

"Hit his horse."

Lu Shuangyi understood.

Han Zhao is not a person.

Behind him were the Northern Barbarian outposts and the Black Tiger Battalion's personal guards.

If Han Zhao is shot dead now, Miao Jiu might be hacked to death, and Lu Ping won't be able to come back.

Shoot his horse, cut off his retreat.

The half-built crossbow that had just been installed on the north wall was pushed up.

This crossbow was assembled from two sets of mechanisms at the bottom of a vehicle.

The crossbow arm was old, and the crossbow rope was also old.

But the mechanism is real.

The crossbowman's hands were still wrapped in cloth.

My face, which was injured by the iron teeth last night, is still swollen.

He stared at Han Zhao's mount below the snow slope, his voice trembling.

"Is half a bow enough?"

Zhou Tie said, "Whether it's enough or not, we have to fight."

Lu Shuangyi pressed down on the crossbow arm.

"Wait until he crosses that black rock."

Han Zhao indeed moved forward.

He did not dismount.

He had Miao Jiu walk in front, while he followed on horseback, the tip of his knife pressed against Miao Jiu's back.

"box!"

Zhou Tie lowered half of the empty box.

The box was still more than ten feet off the ground.

Not too high, not too low.

It was just right for Han Zhao to see, but not to reach.

Han Zhao looked up at the wall.

Chen Mu was not on the wall.

Only Du Song, Yan Heng, Ji Yunzhou, He Wenbai, and Lu Shuangyi standing beside the crossbow were present.

This made him even more suspicious.

If Chen Mu were on the wall, he would be more defensive.

Chen Mu wasn't there, so he assumed the officials were arguing amongst themselves again.

The box is very heavy.

It doesn't contain evidence.

It is hearthstone and scrap iron.

Again.

Han Zhao stared at the box, his eyes growing increasingly suspicious.

He was already scammed once last night.

So this time, he didn't approach immediately.

He sent forward a member of the Black Tiger Battalion.

Just as the soldier reached the box, a name was suddenly called out from the city wall.

"Lu Ping!"

The voice was shouted by Ma Liu.

He was scolded by Lin Qinghe for a long time, but he still climbed over the wall.

He leaned against the wall, his feet wrapped in bandages, his face contorted in pain.

"Lu Ping!"

"You didn't run away!"

"I've made a note of it!"

On the edge of the snow slope, a low snowdrift shifted slightly.

Han Zhao suddenly turned around.

Lu Ping is still alive.

He couldn't climb back to the fort, but he stayed lying down behind Han Zhao.

Last night, Ma Liu didn't dare to carry him on his back, so he did as Ma Liu told him to wait.

They called his name from the city wall.

With his last bit of strength, Lu Ping grabbed the reins of Han Zhao's horse.

The horse was startled and reared up.

Lu Shuangyi hissed, "Release!"

The half-destroyed ballista made a muffled thud.

The crossbow bolts were not fast.

That's not ruthless enough.

But it hit the horse's foreleg.

Han Zhao and his horse fell into the snow.

Miao Jiu crawled forward, crying and screaming.

Zhou Tiezao rushed out through the hidden door at the base of the wall with a rope.

Not a large group.

There were only four people.

Two military law officers and two Lu family guards.

They didn't pursue the enemy; they only robbed people.

The northern barbarian outposts immediately opened fire.

Archers on the wall fired in unison to suppress it.

Han Zhao crawled out of the snow, his face covered in blood.

His first reaction was not to run away.

It was drawing his sword to chop down Miao Jiu.

Miao Jiu screamed in fright.

A short arrow came from the side and missed Han Zhao's knife.

The archer was Anato.

She still had ropes tied around her hands, and the bow was something Lu Shuangyi had given her on the spot.

Han Wenshan immediately roared, "Who gave that barbarian woman the bow!"

Lu Shuangyi said coldly, "Me."

"She missed Han Zhao's knife."

"You want to treat her now?"

Han Wenshan choked.

Zhou Tie had already rushed to Miao Jiu's side.

He grabbed Miao Jiu by the back of his collar and dragged him back.

Another member of the Lu family guards went to pull Lu Ping away.

Lu Ping was barely alive, but his hand was still tightly gripping Han Zhao's horse reins.

"Let go!"

Lu Ping acted as if he hadn't heard.

He said last night that he remembered he didn't escape.

But just memorizing isn't enough.

He also wanted to slow down the escapees.

That step is the range at which a ballista can hit.

Ma Liu stood behind the wall and saw this scene; tears immediately streamed down his face.

He dared not tell Lu Ping to let go.

Because he knew that this was the moment Lu Ping and others were waiting for.

Han Zhao struggled to his feet, trying to retreat towards the Northern Barbarians.

But the horse collapsed.

The snow slope was disturbed by crossbow bolts and trampling by people.

He slowed down by half a step.

Yan Heng waited for the right moment on the wall.

"Get a Korean photo!"

This time, the order was not given by Chen Mu.

It was ordered by a military judge.

Lu Shuangyi's personal guards rushed forward and tackled Han Zhao to the ground.

Han Zhao tried to resist, but Zhou Tie turned around and stepped on his wrist.

The knife fell into the snow.

Seeing that things were not going well, the northern barbarian outpost immediately dragged the remaining sleds and retreated.

They didn't come to rescue Han Zhao.

They came to collect evidence and test the wall.

Now that the evidence hasn't been obtained and another ballista has been added, Han Zhao has become a pawn to be discarded.

When Han Zhao was dragged back against the wall, his face was covered in snow and mud.

He saw Han Wenshan standing inside the city gate and suddenly shouted:

"Godfather!"

Han Zhao was still struggling before he shouted that.

After he shouted it out, even the military officer holding him down was stunned for a moment.

The people of the Black Tiger Camp knew that Han Zhao and Han Wenshan were related.

He could call his godfather in public, which was different from the relationship between superiors and subordinates in the military.

This is not a private term of address.

This is to drag Han Wenshan into the same tent.

Han Zhao is probably panicking.

It could also be intentional.

But regardless of which one it is, the matter has been settled.

Everyone on and around the city wall heard it.

Han Wenshan's expression finally changed.

That sound was dirtier than any piece of evidence.

He could not agree.

We cannot refuse to do so.

Chen Mu, with his eyes closed in the medical tent, heard this sound and only uttered two words.

"Make a note of it."