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

When the household register of Xitun was unfolded, Er Gou's hands were shaking.

It's not cold.

It's fear.

Su Wenyuan read it line by line.

"Xitun Jia Yi Hu, Tao Laogen, wife deceased, son Tao Ergou, currently working in Huotouying."

Er Gou's knees buckled again when he heard his father's name.

Old Chai kicked him in the shin.

"Stand still."

"Don't fall over yet, your dad's name isn't finished being written."

Su Wenyuan continued reading.

"Household A, Fengshan, mother seventy years old, two grandsons."

"In the third household, there is Li Mazi, whose wife is ill and he has one daughter."

"Household A4..."

Thirty-seven households.

It's not thirty-seven numbers.

It was a dilapidated house with thirty-seven stoves, thirty-seven doors, and thirty-seven people who might have been kicked open by the northern barbarians.

Chen Mu leaned against the couch, his face deathly pale.

Lin Qinghe had just pressed down on his wound and hadn't even tied the cloth tightly when he had someone bring the household register to his bedside.

Lin Qinghe said coldly, "If you move again, you'll be added to the casualty log."

Chen Mu did not look up.

"Write."

Lin Qinghe glanced at him but didn't stop him.

She knew she couldn't stop it.

But she slammed the medicine scissors onto the table.

"People can write."

You can't go.

Chen Mu looked up.

Lin Qinghe's voice was low, but sharper than a knife.

"Xitun is more than ten miles from the fort. If you go out now, you'll collapse before you even reach the north gate."

"If you fall, they'll have to find people to carry you."

"This is just making things worse."

No one spoke inside the tent.

That's not a nice thing to say.

That's correct.

Chen Mu remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I'm not going."

Hearing this, Er Gou felt even more panicked.

In his heart, it was as if there was a missing pillar if Chen Mu didn't go.

Old Chai saw through his panic and said gruffly, "If Corporal Chen isn't going, then the tent is."

He pointed to the household register.

"Your father's name is here."

"Whoever dares to erase him from history, I'll go after them first."

Er Gou wiped his face with his sleeve, but it wasn't clean; the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.

Lu Shuangyi had already selected her cavalry.

Zhou Tie led twenty riders out of the north gate first, then circled around Donggou and headed towards Xitun.

But as soon as the cavalrymen reached the door, Han Wenshan's personal guards blocked their way.

"Vice General Han has ordered that there is a suspicion of Northern Barbarians luring the enemy in the direction of Xitun, and no one should venture out lightly."

Zhou Tie's eyes widened.

"Thirty-seven military households in Xitun are outside, and you're telling me they can't go out lightly?"

The imperial guards were holding up their tokens.

"With the enemy situation unclear, we've rashly set out on horseback. If Blackstone Fortress remains undefended, who will take responsibility?"

Han Wenshan stood not far away, fully armored.

He did not stop Lu Shuangyi.

He was blocking the door.

This is even more intense than fighting in the tent.

Xitun is burning, and Liang Qi is burning half a real account book. If he can stall for half an hour, both the people and the account book will be gone.

Du Song walked to the door.

"Deputy General Han, the military household has been attacked; rescue is a military matter."

Han Wenshan said, "Military affairs should also be prioritized."

"The Northern Barbarian Brigade has only retreated three miles; who knows if this is a diversionary tactic?"

"If Blackstone Fortress is lost, it will be useless even if West Village is saved."

That may sound harsh, but it makes sense.

It is precisely because it makes sense that it is difficult to dismantle.

Lu Shuangyi said coldly, "I'll leave half to guard the wall."

"You can't leave without permission either." Han Wenshan looked at her. "Commander Lu has repeatedly shown favoritism towards Chen Mu, and now he's going to mobilize his troops for the family of a lowly cook in the kitchen. If this is a trap, who's to blame?"

Er Gou's face was as white as paper.

The cooks were all watching him.

Han Wenshan was not referring to Xitun.

He was referring to Er Gou.

He reduced thirty-seven households to "the family of a small soldier"—that was his weapon.

Er Gou suddenly lowered his head.

"Maybe... we shouldn't go."

Stone suddenly turned around.

"What did you say?"

Er Gou's lips trembled.

"If something happens to Blackstone Castle because of my father..."

Old Chai grabbed him by the collar.

"Your father is a human being."

"The thirty-seven households in Xitun are also people."

"This isn't just your problem."

Hearing this from inside the medical tent, Chen Mu slowly spoke.

"Xitun is not a family matter."

"It's a military settlement."

Su Wenyuan immediately turned to the previous page of the household register.

Chen Mu asked, "What does Xitun supply to Heishibao?"

Su Wenyuan said, "Winter rations, straw ropes, arrow shafts, and salt bags."

"How much did you pay this year?"

Su Wenyuan flipped through the curtains, his voice gradually becoming steady.

"Thirty-six bushels of millet, one hundred and seventy bundles of straw rope, two hundred bundles of arrow shafts, and eighty salt bags."

Chen Mu said, "Read it to Vice General Han."

Su Wenyuan read it aloud.

There was a moment of silence in front of the city gate.

Chen Mu continued, "Xitun is not Er Gou's home."

"It's the Blackstone Fortress's supply and arrow shaft tent."

"The Northern Barbarians burned the western camp, which means they burned the rear tent of Black Stone Fortress."

"When Liang Qi went to Xitun, he burned half a genuine account book, which was also a piece of evidence of military law."

"Saving Xitun is defending the fortress."

The news reached the door.

Du Song looked at Han Wenshan.

"Lieutenant General Han, any further objections?"

Han Wenshan's eyes turned cold.

"It can be saved."

"But Chen Mu is not allowed to use the rescue to mobilize the review team."

Yan Heng said, "The military law office will send soldiers to protect the evidence."

Ji Yunzhou said, "The inspector's office will assign clerks to record the households."

He Wenbai gritted his teeth and said, "Re-examine the accounts and investigate Liang Qi."

Han Wenshan looked at the three of them and suddenly smiled.

"it is good."

"Go to all three tents."

"If Xitun was a trap to lure the enemy, all three camps will be guilty."

Du Song said, "I will remember."

This time, Ji Yunzhou wrote very quickly.

It's not that I'm not afraid.

Even if I'm afraid, I have to write it.

The rescue team quickly split into three groups.

Zhou Tie led twenty riders, took the route through the abandoned well ditch, and first pressed the outer edge of Xitun.

Lu Shuangyi personally stayed behind to guard the north wall, ensuring that Black Stone Fortress would not be left empty.

Yan Heng sent six military law officers to accompany him, not to fight, but to protect the documents, record casualties, and prevent anyone from being silenced on the way.

Ji Yunzhou sent two clerks to carry the supplementary pages of the household register.

He Wenbai then sent a junior official to review the case and identify Liang Qi.

Everyone has a name.

Each horse was also marked.

Chen Mu asked Su Wenyuan to write the time of departure on a wooden sign.

Han Wenshan stood by the door watching, and suddenly said, "Chen Mu, the more detailed your memory is now, the more embarrassing your defeat will be."

Chen Mu leaned against the couch, not looking at him.

"Remember even more when you lose."

"Otherwise, you won't even know which road you died on."

Chen Mu did not allow the cooks to carry knives.

Old Chai, Stone, and Er Gou followed the medical staff.

Bring hot water, ash bags, tarpaulins, ropes, and door panels.

It was nominally for the purpose of rescuing the wounded.

Ma Liu was unable to walk due to a leg injury, so Lin Qinghe held him in the medical tent.

He was so anxious that he kept pounding the bed.

"I know the way!"

Lin Qinghe said coldly, "You know the way, but not your feet?"

Lame San lay on the other side and said hoarsely, "Xitun Road, I remember it."

Everyone looked at him.

Since the lame man couldn't lift his hand, Su Wenyuan had to write it.

"Don't take the main road when leaving through the north gate."

"Walk through the abandoned well ditch."

"There are two crooked willows at the end of the ditch."

"If you go around behind the crooked willow, you can reach the Xitun firewood yard."

Zhou Tie took the wooden sign and turned to leave.

Chen Mu called him back.

"Save lives first."

Zhou Tie nodded.

"Snatch another book?"

Chen Mu shook his head.

"Save lives first."

"A book is a piece of paper."

"Even if someone dies, half the paper will be lost."

When these words reached Er Gou's ears, his eyes immediately turned red.

Han Wenshan stood by the door, his expression unchanged.

But the square-faced captain behind him was gone.

Anato suddenly spoke up: "One person is missing."

Lu Shuangyi looked at her.

Anato raised her chin.

"That square-faced guy who's missing his little finger."

"He's not in now."

Han Wenshan said calmly, "In the event of a battle, the Imperial Guards will be redeployed and each will have their assigned positions."

Chen Mu closed his eyes briefly inside the medical tent.

"remember."

"Square faces are not on the city gates."

Yan Heng immediately ordered an investigation.

The results came quickly.

Half an hour ago, the square-faced captain led six riders out of the fort through the west gate.

Direction: Xitun.

Er Gou suddenly looked up.

Liang Qi went to Xitun to burn half a book.

Square-faced guy went too.

Han Wenshan's so-called "not to go out lightly" was to stop Lu Shuangyi.

His own people are long gone.

Du Song's face darkened completely.

"Open the door."

The north gate suddenly opened.

Zhou Tie led his horse into the snow.

Er Gou followed behind, carrying the gray bag. He took a couple of steps, tripped and fell, but got up again.

Old Chai yelled, "Run more steadily!"

Er Gou didn't turn around.

He only kept his eyes on the direction of Xitun.

Over there, black smoke is already rising.

Chen Mu heard the sound of the north gate opening and closing, and slowly loosened his fingers from the account book.

Lin Qinghe thought he was finally going to rest and was about to put the book away.

Chen Mu replied, "Keep it."

"When they come back, we need to check them one by one."

Lin Qinghe looked at him.

"What if I can't reply completely?"

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

"Then we'll fill them one by one."

"We cannot allow a single sentence to result in numerous deaths and injuries."

He paused, then added.

"If Xitun is rescued, remember who opened the door first, who carried people first, and who protected the children first."

"If Xitun cannot be saved, remember who blocked the gate, who rode out first, and who was half a moment late."

Looking at his feverish, red eyes, Lin Qinghe suddenly understood.

He wasn't unafraid of the dead in Xitun.

He was afraid that after he died, his story would be erased by the excuse of "military losses".

So he had to write people down as their names first.

The account can only be recorded if the name is listed first.

If a name is lost, even a living person will be reduced to ashes.

Hui was not wronged.

There was no relief grain.

It has no name.