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

By the time the two Northern Barbarian camps reached the outskirts of Black Stone Fortress, half the sky had already darkened.

Xigou was a cavalry unit.

The old southern route was an infantry force.

Another long shield formation was erected outside the north wall.

With Blackrock Fortress under attack from three sides, the fiercest battle Blackrock Fortress has been fighting in recent days has finally arrived.

But this battle came at just the right time.

The old southern granary had just caught fire, the escort order had just arrived, the hidden grooves of the axles had just been dismantled, and the grain transport driver had just died when the main force of the Northern Barbarians pressed forward.

It's like someone has screwed all the clocks into one hour.

Han Wenshan stood in the wind and snow, his voice carrying far.

"Enemy troops are pressing in; internal audits suspended!"

"Everyone back to your positions!"

"The four witnesses are to be escorted away by the Commander-in-Chief, lest the city fall into the hands of the northern barbarians!"

That's a harsh statement.

It's also useful.

If the city truly falls, the witnesses will indeed be lost.

Many soldiers looked at the escort vehicle, their eyes flickering.

Chen Mu was carried to the entrance of the military tent, covered with a thick cloak. Lin Qinghe stood behind him, one hand on the medicine box and the other on the wound on his shoulder.

She didn't ask him to back down.

But every time he was about to speak, she would press her wound first.

It's a reminder that he's still alive, and also a reminder that he shouldn't treat himself like a dead person.

Looking at the smoke from the beacon fires on three sides, Chen Mu asked, "Who is guarding the south wall?"

Lu Shuangyi had just stepped off the south wall to change horses when one of her armor plates cracked.

"Zhou Tie will handle it."

"The north wall?"

"Ji Yunzhou transferred the archers from the fort, and He Wenbai led the reviewing soldiers to finish off the remaining arrows."

"Xigou?"

Lu Shuangyi glanced at him.

"I'll go."

Chen Mu said, "Take two teams of cooks."

Old Chai immediately said, "I'll go."

Chen Mu shook his head.

"You've earned merit."

Old Chai's face darkened immediately.

Chen Mu didn't give him a chance to argue.

"Stones with wet felt and ash bags are placed on the south wall."

"Ma Liu brought two people to guard the escort vehicle."

"The lame man has three military merits."

"Two dogs guard the military household's grain ration tokens."

Su Wenyuan wrote down every sentence he said.

Han Wenshan sneered.

"At this point, you're still thinking about getting credit?"

Chen Mu said, "It is precisely at times like these that we must remember this."

"If we don't remember, then anyone who dies will have died in vain."

That didn't carry much weight.

But it drowned out the shouts of battle outside.

Stone grabbed the gray bag, his eyes turning red.

"Sergeant, I didn't die in vain."

Old Chai slapped him on the back of the head.

"Pooh!"

"Live first!"

The cooks dispersed.

They no longer simply surrounded Chen Mu and waited for his fate, as they had done at the beginning.

Now everyone knows what they should do.

Wet felt on the wall, ash bags on the ladder, iron hooks dragging shields, copper pots striking the horn, lame San recording names, and old Chai recording injuries.

This is what Chen Mu recorded in those dozens of chapters.

It's not a piece of paper.

It's a team.

The enemy was engaged first at the north wall.

The northern barbarians pushed their long shields thirty paces away, and the archers behind them raised their bows and fired in unison. The rain of arrows was like a black blizzard, pressing down on the soldiers on the wall so they couldn't lift their heads.

Ji Yunzhou stood behind the arrow rack, his face pale, but he did not flinch.

"remember!"

"The north wall is in three sections; Wang Erlang, wounded by an arrow, has not retreated!"

He didn't know how to call out, and his voice was trembling.

Now you can shout it out.

The lame man heard this from under the wall and immediately copied it down.

Wang Erlang, struck by an arrow, has not retreated.

The south wall is in even more disarray.

The barbarian soldiers, blinded by the black smoke from the old southern granary, charged forward carrying long ladders. Stone and his cooks hurled ash bags down, the dust mixing with the snow and wind, smearing the barbarian soldiers' faces. Zhou Tie seized the opportunity and slashed the ladder hooks in two.

The wound on Shi Tou's shoulder reopened, and blood dripped down his sleeve.

He wanted to take a second bag of ash, but Old Chai stopped him from afar with a scolding.

"Substitute!"

"Your arm will also be held accountable; don't let it cripple me!"

Stone gritted his teeth and took half a step back, handing the gray bag to Er Gou.

Er Gou's back was still sore, but he managed to get a firm grip.

"I'll take your place."

On the other side of Xigou, Lu Shuangyi led his cavalry in a charge.

It's not about how many people you kill.

It was to cut off the light cavalry that the Northern Barbarians were sending rockets to the Old Southern Road.

Before rushing out, she left her breastplate beside Chen Mu's desk.

The breastplate still holds down that urgent escort order.

Lin Qinghe saw this and suddenly whispered, "She also put down her life tablet."

Chen Mu remained silent.

He looked at the silver armor in the snow and dust of Xigou.

After a moment, he said, "Remember Lu Shuangyi's broken cavalry at Xigou."

Su Wenyuan wrote it down.

It's not about feelings.

That is merit.

Upon hearing that sentence, Lin Qinghe's grip on the medicine box loosened slightly.

Anato was held by the side of the military court tent, looking at the bugle call outside the city, her face without a smile for the first time.

She suddenly said, "The Northern Barbarian Right Wing will not launch a direct attack."

Yan Heng looked at her.

"How did you know?"

Anato raised her chin.

"Their horn sounds three times shortly; they are waiting for fire."

"Which side is on fire?"

"Escort the road."

Chen Mu immediately looked toward the old southern road.

Escort route.

Downhill from the old South Road.

Snow Gully.

A rocky beach.

Black pine oil axle.

Hemp grass water bag.

If the escort vehicle actually goes out, it won't even get halfway before it overturns, the people faint, and the Northern Barbarian Right Wing Army attacks again.

All witnesses will die in the "war".

This is the debt Han Wenshan demanded.

It's not about taking people to White Wolf Pass.

They escorted people into the clutches of the Northern Barbarians.

Chen Mu said, "Unfold the old South Road map."

Su Wan immediately pulled out the old photos.

Her hand was badly injured, the corner stained with blood. She gritted her teeth and tore it open without crying out in pain.

Chen Mu saw it.

"Su Wan protects the map, note."

Su Wan said softly, "No need."

Chen Mu said, "Record it if you should."

Her eyes reddened, but she lowered her head to suppress them.

That's enough.

It's not forgiveness.

It's an admission of what she did.

Chen Mu pointed his fingertip at the old South Road.

"The escort vehicle must pass through here if it leaves the fortress."

"The fire from the Right Battalion of the Northern Barbarians is also here."

"Who can light the fire?"

Ma Liu slapped his forehead.

"Under the car!"

He dragged his injured leg to the second escort vehicle, reached into the hidden compartment, and pulled out an oilcloth bag.

The oilcloth bag doesn't contain firewood.

It contained half a tube of black oil and a flint clamp.

If the car overturns, the sparks will strike the iron, and the black oil will ignite, causing the entire car to burst into flames.

Yan Heng's face turned ashen.

"Close the road."

Han Wenshan said in a deep voice, "Investigating these things during wartime will only harm the army."

Du Song suddenly placed the black wooden box on the table.

"This order is to be suspended for now."

Han Wenshan looked at him.

"You dare?"

Du Song opened the black wooden box and took out an old military token.

"The escort vehicle had a broken axle, a straw water bladder, a hidden hand compartment, and a black oil flint."

"There is an enemy camp in the old southern province waiting for fire."

"According to military law, if it is suspected that the escort was used to destroy evidence, the escort order shall be suspended and all three accounts shall be signed."

Yan Heng immediately pressed his seal.

When Ji Yunzhou retreated from the north wall, he was shot in the arm with an arrow and his face was pale, but he still pressed the wooden plaque of the patrol inspector.

He hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the seal of the reviewing official.

Three seals fell.

The escort vehicle can no longer move.

Han Wenshan looked at the three seals, his expression gradually turning cold.

"it is good."

"very good."

He looked up at the outside of the city.

As if sensing that the escort wagons were not leaving, the horns of the Northern Barbarian Right Battalion suddenly changed.

The short third tone becomes a long first tone.

The next moment, all the dark figures outside the old South Road pressed in.

They stopped waiting for the bus.

They stormed the fortress directly.

The battle suddenly shifted from destroying camps to a full-scale assault.

A loud noise came from the south wall.

A huge battering ram was pushed to the front of the city gate by the barbarian soldiers.

The bolt on the Blackstone Fortress door rattled.

Another one.

On the third tap, dust fell into the crack of the door.

Lu Shuangyi's cavalry is still in Xigou. Once the south gate is breached, the military command tent, medical tent, escort carts, and Zhao Hongmiao Jiu will all be under enemy fire.

Han Wenshan slowly said, "Judge Du, postpone the arrest order."

"If any witnesses die in the city now, it will also be on your record."

Chen Mu looked towards the south gate.

He knew Han Wenshan had a backup plan.

If the escort fails, they will force the city to fall.

When the city falls, all witnesses die.

The tent was burned like a candle.

Lin Qinghe suddenly closed the medicine box, took out a clean cloth strip, and re-tied Chen Mu's wound.

"I'll endure the pain."

Chen Mu looked at her.

She didn't dodge.

"If you're going to speak up, don't give up."

Chen Mu nodded.

"Is Zhou Tie at the South Gate?"

"exist."

"Stone?"

"Also there."

"Did they have crossbow strings in the old Nancang warehouse?"

Yan Heng was taken aback.

Su Wan immediately flipped through the old South Warehouse inventory list.

"have."

"Seven old crossbow strings, sealed with butter."

Chen Mu said, "Send him to the South Gate."

Du Song understood.

The remaining crossbow strings from the old South Warehouse could be used temporarily to close the gate and open the winch.

These are the military supplies found in the tent.

Now we'll use it to defend the city.

When Zhou Tie and his men dragged the crossbow strings to the south gate, the wooden battering ram fell for the fourth time.

The door latch cracked by an inch.

Stone's shoulders were covered in blood, and he was still shouting.

"pull!"

Er Gou, the cook, and the remaining soldiers of the South Gate all drew their bows.

The old crossbow string was wound onto the iron post behind the door, making a creaking and piercing sound.

The wooden battering rod struck for the fifth time.

The door was closed.

The sixth time.

The door remained closed.

A roar erupted from the wall.

Old Chai stood outside the military law tent, taking notes and cursing as he went.

"The south gate's bowstring is pulled; the cooks and south gate soldiers pull it together!"

"Whoever lets go is a coward!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mu finally let out a slow breath.

The battle is not won yet.

But the escort vehicle couldn't leave.

The crossbow strings from the old Nancang warehouse were not wasted.

Han Wenshan stared at the south gate, his eyes as gloomy as a snowy night.

Just then, the square-faced captain suddenly woke up.

He grabbed Su Wenyuan's sleeve and scribbled on the paper with his only remaining right hand.

Su Wenyuan looked down to examine it, and his expression changed drastically.

That's not a person's name.

It is a location.

Mass burial ditch.

There are four more crooked characters following this.

Military license plate box.

Chen Mu looked at those four words.

Old military plaques in the mass grave ditch.

It finally surfaced.

Meanwhile, the horns of the northern barbarians outside the city continued to approach, one after another.

The next account will not be settled in the old South Granary.

In a pile of dead bodies.