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

Han Zhao did not struggle when he was dragged out of the cell.

He knew better than anyone that the transport vehicle wasn't there to save him.

If he really reaches White Wolf Pass, he might still survive.

But these four vehicles won't reach White Wolf Pass.

He personally orchestrated the attack at Black Pine Ridge. Sawing the axle, hiding the crossbow, changing the water bladder, and ambushing along the way—none of these were new tricks.

Now it's his turn to get in the car.

Fear finally showed on his face.

Han Wenshan's personal guards pushed him to the front of the first vehicle.

"Go up."

Han Zhao looked up towards the direction of the military law tent.

"Where is my godfather?"

The guards did not answer.

They simply fastened the chain to his wrist.

Han Zhao's voice was hoarse.

"I want to see my godfather."

With a snap.

The guard slapped him across the face.

"Expressing a serious criminal, stop talking nonsense."

This slap made the cooks standing nearby understand what was going on.

Han Zhao is no longer the young master of the Han family.

He was also in charge.

Used accounts.

Chen Mu was carried to the entrance of the military court tent and could not go any further.

Lin Qinghe followed beside her, holding a medicine packet in her hand, her face extremely pale.

"If the wind blows any further, the wound will reopen."

Chen Mu said, "Take a look."

Lin Qinghe gently draped the cloak over his shoulders, but her words were firm.

"One glance."

Chen Mu looked at the escort vehicle.

The first thing you notice is the chain.

The second thing to look at is the axle.

The third thing to look at is the water bladder.

He didn't speak.

Ma Liu had already smelled it.

He squatted down beside the car, his nose close to the axle, then suddenly pulled back.

Black pine oil.

Zhou Tie frowned.

What kind of oil?

Ma Liu's face turned pale.

"The taste of Black Pine Ridge from back then."

"If you put this stuff on the axle, it will become slippery when it gets hot, and it will easily break if it slips on a slope."

Han Wenshan's personal guards immediately drew their swords.

"Get out of here!"

Ma Liu was so frightened that he sat down hard in the snow.

But he kept talking.

"And water bladders!"

"The water doesn't taste right!"

Lin Qinghe walked over, took the water pouch, and smelled it.

Her expression changed.

"Hemp grass".

"Drinking it won't kill you immediately, but it will make you faint."

Yan Heng stepped forward and snatched the water bag from him.

The guards tried to stop them, but Zhou Tie held them at bay with his sword.

Lu Shuangyi returned from the south wall with blood on her nails, unsure whether it was her own or someone else's.

Upon seeing this, she immediately gave the order.

"The escort vehicle is sealed."

Han Wenshan finally emerged from behind the crowd.

"General Lu, you've only been defending the city halfway, and now you're in charge of escorting them?"

Lu Shuangyi said coldly, "The south wall is temporarily stable."

"Now manage the vehicles."

After she finished speaking, her gaze swept across Chen Mu's face.

Chen Mu was pale, but still awake.

Lu Shuangyi frowned almost imperceptibly between her brows, but quickly suppressed it.

Han Wenshan said, "Old oil from cart axles, herbs from water bags—these are common in the army. Are you trying to pin every single piece of military equipment on the destruction of the camp?"

Chen Mu said, "No."

"Verify."

Yan Heng immediately ordered the military officers to dismantle the axle of the vehicle.

Once the axle was removed, everyone saw it.

The shaft has two shallow grooves engraved on it.

The shallow ditch is not deep, and there will be no problem driving on flat ground. But if you drive down the old southern road, the axle will definitely break if the vehicle bounces.

The broken axle was positioned just wide enough to flip the car into a snow ditch.

On the other side of the snow gully is a rocky beach.

If a living person falls, they will be crippled even if they don't die.

Han Zhao trembled as he watched.

"Godfather..."

Han Wenshan didn't even look at him.

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

Su Wenyuan put pen to paper.

The axle of the escort vehicle has a hidden groove.

The water bladder contains hemp grass.

Urgent order issued.

The escort route passed through the old South Road.

With the four items presented together, the soldiers outside the tent understood without Chen Mu needing to say anything.

This is not an escort mission.

They were silenced halfway through the journey.

Yan Heng then ordered his men to check the third vehicle.

The third cart was covered with a thick straw mat and looked the cleanest. But when the straw mat was lifted, there were two narrow wooden yokes underneath.

The inside of the wooden yoke was nailed with barbs.

It's not for preventing people from escaping.

It's to prevent people from making money.

If Zhao Hongruo is locked up, and he struggles with his throat injury, blood will rush back into his throat.

If Miao Jiu were locked up, a single crushing blow to his broken ribs would kill him halfway there.

Lin Qinghe's face turned completely cold when she saw the wooden shackles.

She walked over and easily pulled out a barb.

The barbs were covered in bluish-black medicinal paste.

"Aconite."

Han Wenshan's personal guards immediately retorted, "Nonsense!"

Lin Qinghe looked up.

"Would you like to lick it?"

The guard shut up.

Anato laughed out loud.

"You Han Chinese military doctors are even more vicious in your insults than barbarian women."

Lin Qinghe ignored her and handed the barb to Yan Heng.

"If this thing gets stuck in a wound, it will make a person feel numb and unable to breathe."

Chen Mu looked at the wooden yoke.

"Who should we bet on the third vehicle?"

Mazda 6 flips up the small wooden sign on the back of the car.

The wooden sign had two characters written on it.

Zhao Hong.

The small wooden sign for the fourth vehicle was also turned out.

Miao Jiu.

Two seriously injured witnesses were fitted with two pairs of wooden shackles with poisoned barbs.

At this moment, even the personal guards that Han Wenshan brought did not dare to raise their heads.

Han Wenshan remained calm.

"The vehicle used to transport a serious criminal is old and damaged; a check will suffice. Chen Mu, do you think you can rely on a few barbed-edged swords to become the commander of this abandoned capital?"

Chen Mu said, "It won't be wasted."

"Make a note of it first."

He looked toward the cell where Zhao Hong was.

Zhao Hong lay inside, unable to hear much, but seemed to sense something, his fingers gripping the straw mat.

Zhao Chenglie stood outside the prison gate, the color draining from his face little by little.

He used to be afraid that Zhao Hong would betray the Zhao family if he were still alive.

Now I'm suddenly afraid that Zhao Hong might die in this car.

"He can't get on the bus."

Zhao Chenglie's voice was not loud.

Han Wenshan looked at him.

Zhao Chenglie's shoulders twitched, but he did not back down.

"He is a witness."

"Living evidence".

"If you want to take them as prisoners, then change the cart, change the shackles, change the route."

Chen Mu glanced at Zhao Chenglie.

This is not becoming a righteous person.

He was just a spoiled brat who had been cornered by debt collectors, and he finally realized that the next blow might also be aimed at his own family.

But I can remember this one.

Su Wenyuan put pen to paper.

Zhao Chenglie requested a change of vehicle, shackles, and route.

Han Wenshan suddenly smiled.

"Chen Mu, you're very good at investigating."

"But when you were checking the car, there was a battle going on at the south wall."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the south wall.

It was like a whole piece of city wood being smashed open.

The messenger came running, stumbling and crawling.

"Two sections of broken ladder against the south wall!"

"The northern barbarians have climbed the wall!"

Lu Shuangyi's expression changed, and she turned and left.

Zhou Tie followed.

The cookhouse was also in chaos.

Stone grabbed his knife and charged.

Old Chai stopped him.

"Your shoulder!"

Stone's eyes were red.

"Everyone's on the wall!"

Old Chai gritted his teeth.

"Bring damp felt and ash bags!"

"Don't just grab the knife!"

This is the kind of battle the cooks can fight.

Instead of charging forward to fight the barbarian soldiers head-on, they used wet felt to suppress rockets, ash bags to blind them, and iron hooks to drag ladders.

The intensity of the war suddenly weighed heavily on everyone's faces.

It's no longer just a distant message.

Blood was spilled on the south wall, fire broke out in the old south warehouse, and the chains of the escort vehicle clanged simultaneously.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Han Wenshan raised his hand.

"Seize Zhao Hong."

Several guards immediately rushed into the prison.

Yan Heng drew his sword.

"Who dares!"

Han Wenshan said coldly, "The Commander-in-Chief is not deposed, and the witnesses must be detained."

Du Song stood up.

There's something wrong with the car.

"transfer."

Han Wenshan took a step closer.

"Disobeying orders during wartime, Du Song, can you bear the consequences?"

Before Du Song could speak, a scream suddenly came from inside the cell.

It's not Zhao Hong.

He was a grain transport driver.

The driver captured from the old Nancang cart tracks has been kept in the side cell and hasn't been interrogated in detail yet. Everyone was focused on Han Zhao and the escort vehicle; no one expected something to happen in the side cell.

When the military officers rushed in, the coachman was lying in the corner with a thin iron skewer stuck in his neck.

He's not completely dead.

Blood was gushing from his mouth.

When he saw Chen Mu, it was like seeing his last lifeline.

"Liang..."

"grain……"

When Chen Mu was carried over, Lin Qinghe's face was already very cold.

She pressed on the driver's wound and shook her head.

"I can't say more than a few words."

Chen Mu couldn't squat down, so he had to have someone bring him close to him, along with the bed.

"Who did it?"

The driver made a gurgling sound in his throat.

He raised his hand and pointed to the escort vehicle.

It doesn't refer to Han Wenshan.

It refers to the bottom of the second vehicle.

Zhou Tie immediately lifted the car from underneath.

There was something hidden in a secret compartment under the car.

A severed hand.

One little finger is missing.

Everyone froze.

The square-faced captain's left hand was chopped off.

Even the hands of people with few fingers were chopped off.

Han Wenshan wants to kill more than just the witness.

He also wanted to burn, cut off, and stuff the identity of the person with the missing fingers into the transport vehicle.

With his last breath, the driver uttered two words.

"Liang Qi..."

Then his head lolled to the side and he fell silent.

Lin Qinghe closed her eyes.

Su Wan stopped writing.

Chen Mu remained silent for a moment.

"remember."

His voice was even lower than before.

"The grain transport driver died before being escorted."

"Under the second car, a severed hand was hidden."

"Liang Qi's body has still not been found."

"A severed hand doesn't mean a dead person."

"The dead don't run away."

Han Wenshan stared at him.

"You still want to investigate?"

The sounds of battle echoed across the south wall.

The embers of the fire at the old Nancang warehouse have not yet been extinguished.

The transport vehicle was sealed off.

The grain transport driver died.

Chen Mu finally learned his lesson.

One living certificate, gone.

He looked at Han Wenshan.

"check."

"Defend the city while conducting investigations."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bugle call sounded from the north wall.

The messenger practically stumbled in.

"The main force of the Northern Barbarians is advancing!"

"At least two battalions!"

"They're not just attacking the south wall!"

"They're going to besiege the fortress!"

Han Wenshan smiled slowly.

"Chen Mu".

"No matter how strong the tent is, it can't stop the army."

Chen Mu looked towards the city wall.

"Then add the soldiers to the register as well."