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

When the square-faced captain was carried back to the military court tent, Han Wenshan did not enter the tent.

He stood outside the tent in the snow and glanced at it from afar.

With just one glance, Chen Mu knew that the square-faced captain's hand hadn't been cut off by the Northern Barbarians.

The northern barbarians are brutal and ruthless in killing people.

Han Wenshan destroyed the tent and cleaned it up.

When you cut off a hand, you're not cutting off flesh; you're cutting off a sign.

The square-faced captain had been recognized by Anado and knew the real Fingers. Now, his left hand had been chopped off, his mouth had been stuffed with cloth, and his body was covered in tobacco ash from the grain pit.

Yan Heng examined the fracture, his face cold.

"The blade is messy, but it's not a battle sword."

Lin Qinghe squatted down and took a look.

"After chopping, I sprinkled salt to stop the bleeding."

"It's not about killing him, it's about delaying his death."

Silence fell over the tent.

Die later.

When the old South Warehouse burned down, he was naturally the one who died in the fire.

Han Wenshan doesn't need to kill the witness.

Fire will kill for him.

Chen Mu leaned against the couch, his breathing slow and deliberate.

His wounds were bleeding again. Lin Qinghe saw it but didn't say anything in public. She just put a clean cloth under his palm.

Chen Mu pressed his fingers against the piece of cloth.

He knew what she meant.

Stop trying to hold on.

But we can't stop now.

Ask him.

Yan Heng nodded.

"Square face, who chopped off your hand?"

The square-faced captain's lips were cracked and dry, making it difficult for him to utter a complete sound.

Lin Qinghe woke him up with silver needles and then fed him half a mouthful of warm water.

His eyes flickered as he looked toward the tent where Han Wenshan was located.

Han Wenshan spoke calmly through the curtain.

"I am right here."

Think it through before you speak.

The square-faced captain's eyes immediately narrowed.

Old Chai stood to the side, his face pale from the back injury.

"Is this a threat?"

Zhou Tie wanted to curse, but Lu Shuangyi raised her hand to stop him.

Chen Mu said, "Don't let him talk about others."

Yan Heng looked at him.

"Then what should I say?"

"Talking about things."

Chen Mu pointed to the things he brought back from the old Nancang warehouse.

A blackened grain depot license plate buckle.

A bundle of old crossbow strings wrapped in butter.

A military household ration token, half of which had been scorched by fire.

There were also a few thin pieces of iron sandwiched in the ash.

"Ask these questions, were they brought into the warehouse by Liang Qi?"

The square-faced captain stared at the crossbow strings, his eyes widening in surprise.

He nodded vigorously.

Su Wenyuan put pen to paper.

Yan Heng then asked, "Where do the crossbow strings come from?"

The square-faced captain raised his severed wrist, intending to write.

My hand is gone.

Everyone in the tent saw his empty sleeve.

Su Wan suddenly handed over her pen.

The square-faced captain could still move his right hand.

He gripped the pen and wrote a single character in a crooked and uneven manner.

Zhao.

Zhao Chenglie stood behind the wooden fence, his face pale as a ghost.

He did not argue.

He just stared at the character "Zhao" as if he were staring at a well.

Chen Mu looked at him.

"Does the Zhao family's old armory have crossbow strings?"

Zhao Chenglie's lips moved slightly.

"have."

"How many bunches?"

"Three bundles of bright curtains."

"Where's the secret tent?"

Zhao Chenglie closed his eyes.

"At least seven bundles."

Han Wenshan said coldly, "Zhao Chenglie, do you know what you're saying?"

Zhao Chenglie looked up.

He was still afraid.

I was so scared that my knuckles turned white.

But Zhao Hong's rubbings of the characters for "charcoal" were still on the table.

Zhao, Chi, Liang, Liang, and Han asked.

He can no longer pretend to be blind.

"I know."

"The Zhao family exchanged old crossbow strings for the grain depot's vehicle license plate."

"But I don't know who to give it to."

The square-faced captain suddenly pointed sharply at the character "梁" with his pen.

Liang Qi.

The man sealing the iron box.

Grain treasury vehicle license plate.

The old crossbow string of the Zhao family.

Old Nancang.

Several tents were arranged inside the tent to resemble real objects.

It's not a mystery.

Anyone can understand it.

Someone used the old crossbow strings from the Zhao family, the sealers from the Chitieku warehouse, and the license plates from the grain treasury to transport the grain registers and military household registers from Heishibao and Xitun to the old Nancang warehouse, and then burned them all.

Outside, northern barbarians pressed in along with the black smoke.

This is not simply destroying evidence.

This is using the war as a pretext.

He Wenbai flipped through the half of the grain token.

"This is a military household ration card."

Su Wan took it and looked at it.

"From Xitun."

"There's also the character '陶' (tao) on top."

Er Gou, who was squatting outside the tent, rushed in upon hearing the words.

"pottery?"

"Show me!"

Zhou Tie stopped him.

Er Gou's eyes turned red.

"My father's surname is Tao!"

"There are only three pottery households in Xitun!"

Su Wan handed the food token to Yan Heng, not daring to give it directly to Er Gou.

After reading it, Yan Heng said in a low voice, "Remember this."

If the military household ration tokens are burned, it's not just the accountant who will die.

The family may run out of food next month.

Chen Mu looked at Er Gou.

"Your father is still alive."

Er Gou's lips trembled.

"Then this card..."

"This shows that they wanted to burn more than just people's names."

Chen Mu said, "We must also cut off the food supply to the living."

Er Gou knelt down.

It's not about kneeling before Chen Mu.

My legs are weak.

Old Chai pulled him up.

"Stand still if you're not dead."

"Your father's grain ration token is here, and so are his accounts."

Anato sat in the corner of the tent, watched for a long time, and suddenly said, "The Northern Barbarians' attack on Xitun is not random."

Everyone looked at her.

She raised her chin and pointed to the broken military household registration plaque.

"With household registers, we can know which families have male members, which families lack able-bodied men, and which families have shallow granaries."

"To attack a village like this is to die quickly."

Chen Mu said, "So what was burned in the old South Granary wasn't paper."

"It is the road."

Anado glanced at him.

"You Han people finally understand."

Yan Heng separated the various pieces of physical evidence.

On one side are military equipment.

Old crossbow strings, thin iron sheets, and hematite sealant.

On one side is the grain depot.

License plate edge clips, wheat husk ash, military household ration tags.

On one side are witnesses.

Square-faced captain, Zhao Chenglie, Zhao Hongtan, Miao Jiujiu.

Three piles of things were placed on the table; they were neither aesthetically pleasing nor mysterious.

But any of them can hit someone.

He Wenbai looked at it for a while, then said in a low voice, "Isn't the old South Granary hiding a case?"

Chen Mu said, "It's a transfer of accounts."

"The weapons passed through the Zhao family, the sealed boxes passed through the Hei Tie warehouse, the vehicle license plates passed through the grain bureau, the names passed through the military household register, and finally all passed through the old South Granary."

"After it's over, burn it."

"Whoever investigates will only find a pile of dust."

Du Song pressed his fingers on the black wooden box.

"This kind of accounting can't be done in a month or two."

Chen Mu nodded.

"At least three years."

These two words made everyone in the tent pause for a moment.

Three years.

This was not Han Zhao taking credit for something, nor was it a fake rescue by the Zhao family.

This is a black account, painstakingly accumulated over three years along several lines including Bailang Pass, Heishi Fortress, Xitun, Chitie Depot, and the Grain Bureau.

But Chen Mu didn't make his words too explicit.

He was telling the truth.

"Check these items first."

"Who got the crossbow string?"

"Whose food supply has been cut off by the grain rationing system?"

Who will pick up the license plate today?

"Where is Liang Qi running to?"

Ji Yunzhou had just come in from outside when he heard these words. His face turned pale, but he immediately said, "The Inspector's account is divided into three notebooks."

He paused, then added.

"Not combined into one stroke."

Chen Mu looked at him.

Ji Yunzhou said, "If we combine them into one piece, Han Wenshan will say you fabricated a major case."

"He kept separate records, and then tried to evade responsibility for each one."

Chen Mu said, "Yes."

This time, Ji Yunzhou did not avoid his gaze.

He is not one of Chen Mu's men.

But he eventually learned Chen Mu's bookkeeping method.

Lu Shuangyi brought a blood-stained wooden shield from outside the tent.

A Northern Barbarian arrow was stuck in the wooden shield, with half a piece of rag tied to its fletching.

There are two characters for "charcoal" on the rag.

Tao west.

When Er Gou saw those two words, his face turned pale.

After Anado finished reading, her voice became a little somber.

"This is a household of the Northern Barbarians."

"Before attacking a village, they would mark the families they wanted to capture on arrows."

"Tao west refers to the Tao family of Xitun."

Er Gou felt like he'd been punched.

His father, Tao Laogen, had just been rescued from a pile of corpses in Xitun, and the grain token was still in the ashes of the old South Granary. The Northern Barbarian Arrow still bears the name Tao.

This was not a mistake.

This was printed according to the household register.

Chen Mu looked at the half-piece of rag.

"remember."

"The register of military households in Xitun was leaked, and the northern barbarians were assigned to households based on their household registration."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made Er Gou slowly stand up straight.

Er Gou wiped his face.

"Sergeant, I'll guard the grain rations."

"Whoever tries to take it, I'll bite them to death."

Old Chai cursed, "What are you biting for? Get the knife!"

Er Gou nodded.

"A knife is fine too."

The bugle sounded again outside.

This time it's not Xigou.

It's the south wall.

The messenger rushed into the tent, his forehead covered in blood.

"The Northern Barbarian infantry have crossed the old Southern Road!"

"They dragged wooden shields and long ladders!"

"It's like trying to take advantage of a precarious situation to attack the enemy's weak point!"

War is no longer just smoke in the distance.

It got stuck against the wall.

Lu Shuangyi immediately stood up.

"Zhou Tie, South Wall."

Zhou Tie accepted the order.

Old Chai is leaving too.

Chen Mu called out to him.

"You stay."

Old Chai glared.

Chen Mu said, "What the cooks lack right now is not knives."

"It records who puts their name on the wall, who protects their credentials, and who rescues people."

Old Chai gritted his teeth.

"OK."

"I remember."

He turned around and called out to Stone and Lame Three.

Su Wan continued writing, and the wound on the back of her hand reopened, with blood dripping from between her fingers onto the edge of the paper.

Chen Mu saw it.

He didn't try to persuade him.

He only said to Su Wenyuan, "She protected the grain token; make a note of that."

Su Wan paused for a moment.

She didn't look up.

He simply pressed the drop of blood down with the corner of the paper and continued writing.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels came from outside the tent.

It's not a fire truck.

It's an escort vehicle.

Ma Liu dragged his injured leg as he ran over, his face even more pale than before.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Taking advantage of the chaos at the south wall, Deputy General Han's men have already pushed the transport vehicle to the prison gate!"

"They faked Korean photos first!"

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

"The tent was burned to the ground."

"The cart carries the tent."

"He moved both sides at the same time."