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

When Han Zhao was dragged into the military court, he was still calling for his godfather.

When he called out the first time, Han Wenshan did not respond.

Upon hearing the second sound, Han Wenshan turned and left.

The third tone, Yan Heng ordered someone to gag Han Zhao.

It's not that I'm afraid he'll make noise.

They were afraid he would be silenced on the spot.

Han Wenshan stood outside the tent, his expression now calm.

But none of the personal guards he brought dared to look at Han Zhao.

Han Zhao's left leg was injured by a horse, his wrist was broken by Zhou Tie, and his face was covered in blood and mud.

He was no longer like the Black Tiger Battalion Captain.

More like a debtor who was dragged back by the debtor.

Miao Jiu was carried to the other side.

Lin Qinghe first stopped the bleeding.

Miao Jiu cried out in pain, shouting, "I'll tell you everything!"

Yan Heng said coldly, "We'll talk about it after we survive."

Miao Jiu immediately shut up.

He is afraid of death.

I'm still scared.

This actually relieved everyone.

Those who are afraid of death will continue to vomit as long as they live.

Lu Ping was also carried back.

He lost his badge and was badly injured.

Ma Liu was helped to his side; his feet were wrapped in thick cloth, and he could barely stand.

"I told you."

"You didn't run away."

Lu Ping's eyelids twitched.

He was too weak to speak, so he simply tapped his finger lightly.

When Chen Mu was carried into the military court tent, Lin Qinghe looked terrible.

"Half an hour."

"Any more, and his wounds won't hold."

Du Song glanced at Chen Mu.

This time, the old military judge did not let him stand.

They did not use the old case of "illegally establishing military power" to pressure him again.

"Half an hour."

"Examine Han Zhao first."

Han Wenshan finally spoke: "Han Zhao is in enemy territory; he may have his reasons."

Yan Heng looked at him.

"He shouted at Miao Jiu, and the whole wall could hear it."

Han Wenshan said, "When someone is in the enemy's hands, their words may not reflect their true feelings."

Chen Mu leaned back on the couch, his voice low.

"Then ask about the knife."

Zhou Tie threw Han Zhao's knife onto the table.

There was blood on the tip of the knife.

Lin Qinghe has verified it.

"The blood on Miao Jiu's shoulder."

Anado stood by the tent, her hands tied back up.

She said casually, "It also smells of frozen oil."

He Wenbo took a cloth and wiped the knife handle.

Sure enough, there was black oil in the seams of the knife handle.

This knife has cut Miao Jiu and also touched the frozen oil drums in Chitieku.

Yan Heng then ordered his men to retrieve Han Zhao's waist token, short whistle, and half of a Northern Barbarian short feather letter.

The short feather message is not a cipher.

There are only three lines of Chinese characters written on it.

Old brand.

Iron filings.

People exchange accounts.

It couldn't be simpler.

After reading it, Du Song's expression darkened further.

"Who wrote this?"

The cloth was removed from Han Zhao's mouth.

He looked at Han Wenshan first.

Han Wenshan did not look at him.

Han Zhao smiled, his mouth covered in blood.

"I write."

Yan Heng asked, "Why did you kidnap Miao Jiu?"

"He knows too much."

"Why were you demanding evidence from enemy lines?"

"The northern barbarians are forcing me."

Why do you call Vice General Han your godfather?

Han Zhao suddenly fell silent.

The tent fell silent.

This question doesn't ask for a form of address.

It's a relationship.

Han Wenshan finally turned around.

"I adopted him."

"There are many orphans on the border, and I've taken in quite a few."

"The fact that an adopted son does evil does not mean that the adoptive father was aware of it."

That's a cold statement.

It's fast too.

Han Zhao's smile froze for a moment.

He probably thought Han Wenshan would save him.

At least it will save his life.

But Han Wenshan's first cut was to cut him into "adopted son committing evil".

Chen Mu looked at Han Zhao.

"Did you hear that?"

Han Zhao gritted his teeth.

Chen Mu said, "He doesn't want you anymore."

Han Wenshan coldly replied, "Provocation is useless."

Chen Mu ignored him.

"Han Zhao, you now have two sets of accounts."

"One, I'll carry it myself."

"Miao Jiu, Chi Tie Ku, Bed Crossbow, Northern Barbarians, they're all yours."

"The other one is to clarify who told you to take the evidence, who told you to drag Miao Jiu away, and whose crossbow was hidden under the car."

Han Zhao stared at him.

Why should I believe you?

Chen Mu said, "You don't need to believe me."

"Accounts".

He pointed to Miao Jiu beside him.

"Miao Jiu was afraid of dying, so he spoke up."

"I'm alive now."

He then pointed to Lu Ping.

"Lu Ping didn't escape, so I've noted that."

"I'm still alive."

Finally, he looked at Han Zhao.

"If you want to live, don't die for someone else."

Han Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Han Wenshan suddenly said, "Han Zhao has colluded with the enemy and concealed evidence. The evidence is clear. According to military law, he can be executed first and reported later."

Yan Heng looked up.

Du Song also looked at him.

Han Wenshan's voice was steady.

"The enemy troops have not retreated; keeping this man around will only disrupt the morale of the army."

"Chop him up and hang him on the wall."

Han Zhao suddenly looked at Han Wenshan.

That one glance changed everything.

He wasn't afraid.

It's the hatred that comes after being thrown away.

Chen Mu said softly, "Look."

"He's getting anxious."

Han Wenshan did not look at Chen Mu.

"I am here to win the hearts and minds of the army."

Du Song remained silent for a moment.

"I will not kill."

Han Wenshan's face darkened.

Du Song said, "A living person is more useful than a dead one."

"Han Zhao was taken into the military court."

"Miao Jiu gave his confession after his injuries stabilized."

"Deputy General Han, commander of the second convoy of his personal guards, is being questioned in the same hall."

Han Wenshan finally revealed his anger.

"Du Song, don't forget who you came to Black Stone Fortress to interrogate."

Du Song looked at him.

"I will investigate the unauthorized establishment of military power."

"Now we will investigate arms trafficking."

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone in the tent knew that the situation had changed.

It wasn't Chen Mu who won.

It was the knife that Han Wenshan had brought that started cutting Han Wenshan's own sleeve.

Han Zhao suddenly smiled.

He laughed so hard he coughed up blood.

"Godfather".

"Those two crossbows under your car, I didn't put them there."

Han Wenshan's eyes were as cold as ice.

Han Zhao continued, "I will only take three sets from Xigou."

"Two sets under the car, you had Square Face deliver them."

Square-faced captain.

The Han family's personal guard that Anado had identified as knowing Shaozhi.

Several pairs of eyes in the tent turned to Han Wenshan at the same time.

Han Wenshan simply said, "A dying man clinging to something."

Han Zhao said, "The square-faced man is missing his little finger on his left hand."

Anato suddenly smiled.

"He wasn't the one who stole the first-aid kit."

"But he knew the people who stole the medicine kit."

Yan Heng immediately asked, "Who is the person referred to as 'Young Master'?"

Han Zhao shut his mouth.

He started asking for a price again.

Chen Mu figured it out.

Han Zhao didn't suddenly become better.

He simply discovered that he could also use the tent to save his life.

Du Song said, "Speak."

Han Zhao looked at Chen Mu.

I want to live.

Han Wenshan sneered: "You think that's possible?"

Han Zhao didn't look at him.

He only looked at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu said, "I can't give it to you."

"But the more you talk, the slower you die."

Han Zhao stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"You have a really harsh way of speaking."

Chen Mu said, "To be honest."

Han Zhao took a breath.

"The youngest is called Liang Qi."

"The red iron warehouse is sealing the boxes."

"Half of the genuine ledger is in his hands."

Lin Qinghe suddenly looked up.

The missing half of the medicine box finally has a name.

Liang Qi.

Hei Tieku is a person who moves and seals boxes.

Yan Heng instructed the clerk to write it down.

Ji Yunzhou also recorded this.

He Wenbai's face was extremely ugly.

Because Liang Qiruo was a member of the Red Iron Depot, the infiltration of the reviewing officer's entourage, the theft of half a medicine chest, and the red iron depot's bed crossbows and black tents were all connected.

Lin Qinghe's fingers slowly clenched.

The night the medicine box's inner lining was torn open, she kept feeling that she hadn't protected it.

Only now do I realize that the other party didn't just grab the medicine kit on short notice.

They had been keeping an eye on her for a while.

The half-book contains confessions from the Black Tiger Battalion's night raid, suspicious points regarding Han Zhao's escort order, and the source of the other half of the seized items.

If Liang Qi had burned it, Han Zhao would have been spared half the punishment.

If it's altered and sent back, Chen Mu's supplementary register will also be accused of being fake.

This is not paper.

It's a knife that can rewrite the life of a living person into death.

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

He was not happy.

In these five chapters, they rescued Miao Jiu, rescued Lu Ping, captured Han Zhao, and found out about Liang Qi.

But the ballista was still broken.

The northern barbarians are still outside the walls.

Han Wenshan was still standing inside the tent.

The half-book of the real account is still in Liang Qi's hands.

Just then, the scouts from the north wall rushed in.

"Report!"

"The Northern Barbarian army has retreated three miles!"

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the scout's next sentence came crashing down.

"But they went to Xitun!"

Er Gou's face instantly turned pale.

Xitun.

His father is there.

Han Wenshan looked at Chen Mu, a cold smile finally appearing in his eyes.

Chen Mu also looked at him.

Han Wenshan remained silent.

But the meaning is clear.

You saved the day.

Now they're going to beat people up.

Chen Mu leaned against the edge of the bed, his wound bleeding again.

How many military households are there in Xitun?

Su Wenyuan's voice was strained.

"Thirty-seven households."

Er Gou suddenly knelt down.

It's not about kneeling before Han Wenshan.

My legs are weak.

He said "I won't take the blame" in front of the three lists yesterday because his father works in Xitun.

Now that the Northern Barbarians are really heading west, the last bit of color has drained from his face.

Old Chai grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Why are you kneeling?"

"Your father is not dead yet."

Er Gou's lips trembled: "Uncle Chai..."

Old Chai cursed, "Go back to crying later."

"Write down your father's name first."

Su Wenyuan immediately pulled out the military settlement household register.

Thirty-seven households in Xitun had their names copied onto new wooden plaques.

It's not for aesthetic reasons.

The concern is that after the cleanup, some people might say that a few missing households are no big deal.

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

"Write down the names first."

"Send more troops."

Lu Shuangyi had already turned around.

"Zhou Tie, call the cavalry!"

Du Song did not stop him this time.

Han Zhao was pinned to the ground when he suddenly laughed.

"Liang Qi also went to Xitun."

Chen Mu suddenly opened his eyes.

Han Zhao coughed up blood.

"Half a genuine account book."

"He wants to burn it there."

The debts of Chapter Sixty are not yet settled.

The bigger crisis has already been pushed to Xitun.