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As soon as the commander's urgent order arrived, Han Wenshan's men pushed four escort carts outside the military law tent.

The car is not empty.

Each wagon was nailed with iron rings, newly made, the edges still bearing traces of bluish-black iron slag. Inside the wagons were straw mats, beneath which lay half-broken old chains. These chains weren't for escorting prisoners, but for escorting serious criminals.

When Han Zhao heard the sound of wheels in the prison, his expression changed.

Zhao Hong's throat was still swollen, and he could barely breathe. Miao Jiu had two broken ribs and lay on a straw mat, coughing up blood and foam with the slightest movement. Chen Mu, needless to say, was still in the medical tent; his wounds had just been treated, and even sitting for a short while made him pale.

It can be written clearly on the document.

The internal audit must be stopped immediately.

The four witnesses, Chen Mu, Han Zhao, Zhao Hong, and Miao Jiu, were escorted to Bailang Pass.

The escorting officer was Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan stood at the entrance of the military law tent, snow still clinging to his cloak, his voice low.

"Commander Du has arrived."

"Strict military officer, Judge Du, carry out the order."

Yan Heng did not immediately accept the order.

He looked at Du Song first.

Du Song, his hair and beard gray, pressed his fingers against the edge of the order, his face expressionless. The old military judge had seen too many urgent orders; the more urgent the order, the more carefully it needed to be read.

Han Wenshan said calmly, "The Northern Barbarians have already pressed on the Western Road, and the White Wolf Pass will jointly try the major case involving military equipment. Black Stone Fortress is just a small fortress; it can't hold so many witnesses."

He Wenbo frowned beside him.

"Commander Zhenling?"

Han Wenshan glanced at him.

"If Judge He does not believe it, he may verify the seal."

This sentence sounded like it had been prepared in advance.

His personal guards immediately spread out the order.

The vermilion seal was bright red.

The Commander's Seal, the Escort's Seal, and the Military Law Order Seal are all in place.

Su Wenyuan stood to the side with a pen in his hand. His old shoulder injury hadn't healed yet, but his hand trembled slightly.

If this order is genuine, the internal trial at Blackrock Fortress will be abruptly cut short.

Once the physical accounts were taken away, the paper accounts were half destroyed, no one checked the old South Granary, and the grain supply line was cut off.

Lu Shuangyi entered from outside the tent, her armor radiating cold air.

She didn't look at Han Wenshan, but looked in the direction of the medical tent first.

That glance was very short.

It was so short it was almost like just confirming the wind direction.

But Lin Qinghe saw it.

Lin Qinghe was holding a bowl of medicine, the rim of which was white from being gripped so tightly by her fingertips. She didn't express her concern, but simply placed the bowl on Chen Mu's desk, her voice very low.

"You can't move now."

Chen Mu leaned back on the couch, his face as pale as paper.

The tent flap was lifted, and the sounds of the military law tent outside could be heard. After hearing the urgent order, he didn't rush to speak, but simply reached for the rubbing of Zhao Hong's name on the certificate.

Lin Qinghe pressed his hand down.

"Don't move."

Chen Mu looked at her.

Her fingers touched the back of his hand, then quickly withdrew, as if afraid of delaying important business.

"I'll get it for you."

Chen Mu didn't say much.

"Give me the warrant."

Zhou Tie brought the order into the medical tent.

Han Wenshan followed him in.

He stood at the tent entrance, not venturing too far in. The military officers were watching, and he followed the rules perfectly.

"Chen Mu, don't delay."

"This is Commander Du's account, not your private account in the medical tent."

Chen Mu leaned against the soft pillow and slightly lifted his eyelids.

"Verify the seal."

Han Wenshan smiled.

"Print it here."

"Check the time."

There was a moment of silence inside the tent.

Chen Mu pointed to the end of the command.

"From White Wolf Pass to Black Stone Fortress, the snowy road takes at least four hours. The sealing wax on the order is still warm, and the horse's hooves are not yet covered in ice and mud."

"How did this order come about?"

Han Wenshan's eyes turned slightly cold.

"There are fast cavalry in the army."

Ma Liu stood outside the tent, his feet wrapped in thick cloth. Hearing this, he couldn't help but peek out.

Even riding fast can't make you fly.

Zhou Tie pushed him back down.

Chen Mu continued, "Check the route."

Su Wenyuan immediately wrote it down.

Chen Mu spoke each word clearly.

"The order lists four witnesses, but excludes Liang Qi, Fang Lian, the grain transport driver, and the old South Granary."

"This is not a joint trial."

"This is moving the accounts."

Su Wenyuan paused for a moment.

Once these names were laid out, the people inside the tent realized something was amiss.

If a joint trial is truly necessary, the people who should be detained are not the half-dead Zhao Hong and Miao Jiu, but those who can connect to the Chitie Warehouse, the Grain Cart, and the Old South Granary.

Liang Qi is nowhere to be found.

Square faces are not suitable for styling.

The grain transport driver didn't mention it.

The old Nancang warehouse was not investigated.

They happened to bet on Chen Mu.

Detaining Chen Mu is tantamount to detaining the person who asked the question as well.

Hearing these words, Han Zhao looked up through the cell door. He used to long to leave Blackstone Fortress, to return to White Wolf Pass, and to have Han Wenshan bail him out. But now, hearing the ringing of the transport cart's iron rings, a chill ran down his spine.

He knows this car all too well.

That night at Black Pine Ridge, they used iron rings just like these.

Once the iron ring is fastened, the person is no longer considered a person.

It's the kind of stuff that can be thrown away, burned, or crashed into a ditch.

Zhao Chenglie was also behind the wooden fence. He looked at Ling Wen, then at the direction where Zhao Hong was lying, and his throat moved several times.

He wanted to speak, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would tear the Zhao family apart completely.

Chen Mu saw it.

"Zhao Chenglie".

Zhao Chenglie froze.

Chen Mu asked, "Did the Zhao family use the old southern route when they were transporting military equipment?"

Zhao Chenglie's expression changed.

Han Wenshan immediately looked over.

"Think it through."

Zhao Chenglie's lips turned white.

He was still afraid of Han Wenshan.

But he was even more afraid of Zhao Hong's unfinished third character.

"Walk."

As soon as the word was uttered, Su Wenyuan immediately memorized it.

Zhao Chenglie continued, "The old southern road is narrow and has few carriages, making it suitable for nighttime travel. The Zhao family has escorted crossbow strings and iron boxes for transport."

"Who provided the road sign?"

Zhao Chenglie shook his head.

"I've never seen anyone."

"I've only ever seen the cards."

"Grain Bureau Plaque".

The tent was quiet again.

Grain Bureau, former Southern Circuit, former Southern Granary.

Before the route on the escort order was even written out, filth had already begun to show itself on the road.

Han Wenshan's smile vanished.

"You are one of the witnesses, you are not qualified to review the detention warrant."

Chen Mu said, "I will not question the order."

He coughed, and Lin Qinghe immediately handed him the medicine bowl. Chen Mu didn't take it, but instead placed the note with Zhao Hongtan's name next to the order document.

"I only have one question."

"Zhao Honggang finished writing about the old Nancang warehouse, and the escort arrived shortly after."

"Deputy General Han, isn't that a coincidence?"

Someone outside the tent gasped.

Han Wenshan looked at Yan Heng.

"If the military law office disobeys the command's urgent order based on the suspicions of a wounded soldier, who will bear the responsibility?"

Yan Heng's face was somber.

This is the most difficult part.

If the order is genuine, not obeying it is disobeying the order.

If there are any problems with the order, arresting the person is tantamount to destroying evidence.

Du Song suddenly spoke.

"Dr. Lin."

Lin Qinghe looked up.

"Zhao Hong, Miao Jiu, can we move them?"

Lin Qinghe did not hesitate.

"cannot."

Han Wenshan said, "When escorting prisoners in the army, we don't ask whether they are capable or not."

Lin Qinghe looked at him.

"That's not called detaining a prisoner."

"Summon the body carriers."

She spoke calmly, and the tent fell silent.

Chen Mu glanced at her.

Lin Qinghe lowered her head to put away the medicine bowl, without looking back.

Du Song tapped the edict.

"Note: Zhao Hong and Miao Jiu are seriously injured, and the military doctor determined that they cannot be detained immediately."

Su Wenyuan put pen to paper.

Han Wenshan said coldly, "Judge Du, are you going to disobey orders?"

"Not contrary."

Du Song said, "Check the warrant, check the person, check the route. Only after all three checks are completed should you take him in."

Han Wenshan stared at him.

"How long will it take?"

"One hour."

"The northern barbarians won't wait an hour."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a rapid bugle call sounded outside.

It's not an internal name for Blackrock Fortress.

It is the beacon fire signal from the west.

Lu Shuangyi turned and left the tent.

A moment later, the messenger rushed in, his face covered in snow.

"Report! Three hundred cavalrymen from the Northern Barbarian vanguard have crossed the Western Valley, followed by infantry!"

"Another route will take us around to the old South Road!"

Old South Road.

The old Nancang was located right next to the old Nandao Road.

Han Wenshan smiled.

"See that?"

"The war has begun."

"Are we still going to test now?"

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

He heard another burst of chaotic bells coming from the snow and wind outside the tent.

It was not an enemy attack.

It is a fire bell.

Ma Liu dragged his injured leg in and almost fell on the threshold.

"The old South Granary!"

"Smoke is coming from the old South Warehouse!"

Chen Mu opened his eyes.

"He not only wants to pledge live accounts."

"He also wants to burn the death tent."

Han Wenshan looked at him, without a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Chen Mu, fires are common during wartime."

Chen Mu stared at the urgent order.

"Then let's start by noting this fire."

"See if it's burning grain or tents."

Du Song closed the edict.

"One hour."

"The old Nancang warehouse is sealed off."

Han Wenshan said coldly, "Du Song, what you're trading an hour for isn't verification, it's the city gate."

Du Song did not look up.

"Then write that sentence down as well."

Yan Heng glanced at him, then finally slammed the military law plaque onto the table.

"The military law office will send ten men to investigate, the review office will send two clerks, and the inspector's office will affix its seal."

"All the items brought back from the old South Granary were sealed together in the three tents."

He Wenbai's face looked very grim.

He knew that someone among his entourage had once seized the title of official register, and if the old South Granary were burned to the ground again this time, he, as the reviewing judge, would become a complete laughingstock.

"I will send someone personally."

Ji Yunzhou came in from outside the tent, his clothes covered in snow mud.

He glanced at Ling Wen, then at Chen Mu.

"Go to the imperial inspector's office as well."

Han Wenshan looked at the three of them and suddenly said, "Alright."

"Go check."

"As long as you can find it."

As soon as he said that, the north wind outside the tent seemed to suddenly get colder.

Lin Qinghe pressed the cloak on Chen Mu's shoulders tighter.

She whispered, "Did you hear that?"

Chen Mu said, "I heard it."

"He wants to borrow the sword from the Northern Barbarians."

Lin Qinghe didn't stop him from speaking.

She simply placed a hemostatic pill in his palm.

"Keep it in your mouth."

Chen Mu looked at her.

Lin Qinghe said, "Don't let your words cause you to die."

Chen Mu held the medicine in his mouth.

The bitterness hit immediately.

The gong outside was being struck more and more urgently.

The black smoke from the old Nancang warehouse finally obscured the snow.

Han Wenshan's face finally darkened.

The bells outside were being struck more and more urgently.

The iron rings on the transport vehicle were glaringly cold in the snow.