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

When the Northern Barbarian train rolled to within thirty paces of the South Gate, everyone could smell the oil.

This is not ordinary firewood.

It was a heavy, oily smell, a mixture of butter, pine resin, rags, and hay. Before the fire was even lit, the smell was already making one's throat tighten.

Several old shields were still tied to the front of the train.

The shield is not from the Northern Barbarians.

It is the old shield of Blackrock Fortress.

The shield was blackened by smoke, and a trace of the character "梁" (Liang) remained on the edge.

Liang Qi handed over the old weapons to the Northern Barbarians, not just the crossbow strings and iron plates.

They even gave me a shield.

Zhou Tie saw the shields clearly and his eyes turned red with anger.

"Use our shields to ram our door?"

Old Chai cursed from under the wall, "You even kept this account!"

The lame man immediately remembered.

The shield of the Northern Barbarian train is suspected to be the old shield of the Black Stone Fortress, with the Liang character remnant.

Upon hearing the report, Chen Mu's expression darkened.

Someone dismantled the bones of Blackrock Fortress itself and handed them to the Northern Barbarians to smash the gates of Blackrock Fortress.

If the south gate is burned down, no matter how sturdy the old crossbow strings behind the gate are, they will be useless.

The string will break.

The door will crack.

The fire would first seep into the cracks in the door, and then spread to the military and medical tents.

Zhao Hong, Miao Jiu, the square-faced captain, Han Zhao, and those 137 military tags are all on this land behind the South Gate.

Han Wenshan stood in the snow, motionless.

He doesn't need to move.

The northern barbarians acted on his behalf.

Lu Shuangyi stood on the steps inside the south gate, the firelight on her armor flashing intermittently.

"Archers are pressing down on the chariot!"

The arrow fell and stuck in the wet skin outside the train; it was useless.

The northern barbarians erected wooden shields in front of the cart, and a dozen or so people pushed it from behind, their shouts as deep as drums.

Zhou Tie cursed, "It can't be shot through!"

Stone's shoulder was so injured he couldn't lift it, but he still grabbed the gray bag.

"I'll go down and smash it!"

Old Chai grabbed him and pressed him down.

"You'll be cooked once you get down there!"

Chen Mu watched the train from the entrance of the military camp.

Lin Qinghe didn't pat his shoulder this time.

She knew she had to take that look.

But she placed the medicine box next to his legs, her fingers constantly gripping the buckle.

As soon as he fell, she would act immediately.

Chen Mu asked, "What about the thin iron sheets brought back from the old Nancang warehouse?"

Su Wan immediately searched through the evidence bag.

"exist."

"Sealed with butter."

"Can it block the fire?"

Su Wan was taken aback.

Yan Heng was the first to react.

"Isn't the thin sheet of iron evidence?"

Chen Mu said, "Save the city first."

"Record it after you use it."

Du Song immediately replied, "Granted."

Thin iron sheets, wet felt, slush, and ash bags were all sent to the south gate.

Lin Qinghe suddenly took out several packets of hemostatic ash from the medicine box.

Chen Mu looked at her.

"That's medicine."

"It's also gray."

She handed the medicine packet to a soldier in the cookhouse.

"Sprinkling it on the edge of a damp felt can suppress an oil fire."

Chen Mu said, "The medical treasury will be short of funds."

Lin Qinghe looked at him.

"The door burned down, and the medical bills are gone too."

After she finished speaking, she bent down and took out the last roll of clean cloth from the hidden compartment of the medicine box and handed it to Su Wan.

"Wrap your hands."

Su Wan was stunned.

Lin Qinghe said, "You also need to seal the bag."

Su Wan said in a low voice, "I owe you a roll of cloth."

Lin Qinghe did not look up.

"Recorded in Chen Mu's account."

Anato heard this and chuckled softly.

"You Han Chinese accounts are getting more and more interesting."

Chen Mu did not respond.

He only glanced at Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe avoided it.

Chen Mu continued, "Don't just use the crossbow string to lock the door."

"Pull the side hook."

Zhou Tie shouted across the crowd, "What side hook?"

Ma Liu suddenly realized.

"Iron hook!"

"The large iron hook used by the cooks in the kitchen!"

The cooks immediately tied iron hooks to old crossbow strings, attached one end to the winch behind the door, and threw the other end out through a crack in the city wall.

The first hook missed.

The second hook catches the side log of the train.

Stone gritted his teeth and tried to pull it with one hand, but Old Chai slapped him away.

"Substitute!"

Er Gou led four cooks and rushed forward.

"pull!"

The crossbow string is taut.

The train was pulled off course by an inch.

The people pushing the cart in the north immediately increased their effort.

Pulling is happening both on and off the city walls.

On one hand, they had to push the train through the door.

On one hand, they had to swerve the train.

The old crossbow string made a sickeningly loud sound.

Chen Mu stared at the train wheels.

"Smash the revolver."

Zhou Tie roared, "Who smashed it?"

No one can get down from the south gate.

Outside the city, there are only northern barbarians.

At this moment, Lu Shuangyi suddenly jumped down the inner steps and led over a warhorse that had not yet recovered from its injuries.

Chen Mu's expression changed.

"Lu Shuangyi!"

She turned to look at him.

"I can go."

Chen Mu said, "No."

Lu Shuangyi smiled.

It's very light.

"You don't have a token right now."

She mounted her horse and rushed out through the side gate.

Zhou Tie's eyes turned red.

"Commander!"

Lu Shuangyi and three riders circled around through the side gate and rushed towards the train, hugging the city wall. The Northern Barbarians immediately dispatched more than a dozen men to intercept them, and arrows rained down on her.

An arrow grazed her shoulder armor.

One arrow pierced the horse's neck.

The horse neighed, but kept charging forward.

Lu Shuangyi bent down and slashed at the wooden wedge of the train's left wheel with her knife.

The wooden wedge cracked.

The train veered off course.

The third arrow struck her in the back.

Someone on the city wall cried out in alarm.

Chen Mu braced himself against the edge of the couch and suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

Lin Qinghe held him down.

"Don't get up!"

The arrow did not hit the frost-covered land.

Zhou Tie leaped down half a step from the side of the city and blocked the attack with his shield.

The arrow pierced the shield, making half of his arm go numb.

"Commander, hurry!"

Lu Shuangyi did not turn around.

With her second strike, the revolver shattered completely.

But her own knife was stuck in the axle.

The northern barbarian soldiers rushed forward, their spears aimed at her horse's belly.

She discarded her knife, drew a short blade, and with a turn of her horse, cut down the nearest person.

The movements were swift, but not graceful.

It's all about survival.

The cooks on the city wall simultaneously drew their bows.

With a tightening of the iron hook, the train veered off the south gate and crashed into the snow ditch beside it.

When the northern barbarians saw that the carriage had veered off course, they immediately started the engine.

With a loud bang.

The train exploded on the side of the south gate.

The heatwave swept up the city walls, but thin iron sheets and damp felt blocked the first wave of fire. Stone was knocked over by the heat, Er Gou's eyebrows were singed halfway, and Lao Chai's back wound reopened.

But the south gate wasn't burned.

Lu Shuangyi's warhorse collapsed beside the fire.

She rolled two steps back, then stood up, supporting herself with the knife.

Chen Mu watched her stand up, and only then did his chest feel like it could breathe again.

Lin Qinghe said in a low voice, "She's alright."

Chen Mu did not reply.

He simply said to Su Wenyuan, "Remember."

"Lu Shuangyi's side door cuts off the train."

As soon as Su Wenyuan finished writing, Han Wenshan suddenly asked, "What if we secretly open a side gate during wartime and let the enemy into the fortress? What then?"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"The south gate wasn't burned."

Han Wenshan said, "Don't forget that you were the one who said the 'merits and demerits' book."

Chen Mu nodded.

"remember."

"Lu Shuangyi opened the side door without authorization; this is pending verification."

Everyone in the tent was stunned for a moment.

Lu Shuangyi had just saved Nanmen.

Chen Mu actually noted it down as pending verification.

Han Wenshan didn't respond immediately.

Chen Mu continued, "Remember this."

"If we do not attack from the side gate, the south gate will surely be burned down, and the military law tent, witnesses, and military tokens will all be destroyed."

"The merits are first, the crimes await investigation."

Du Song glanced at Chen Mu.

Yan Heng also glanced at him.

This is the book of merits and demerits.

It's not about favoritism.

This was to prevent Han Wenshan from using military law as a personal weapon.

When Lu Shuangyi returned inside, her shoulder armor was cracked and her hair was singed short.

She walked up to Chen Mu and slammed the knife on the ground.

"Finished taking notes?"

Chen Mu said, "I've finished memorizing it."

She looked at him.

"Then you owe me something."

The tent fell silent.

Lin Qinghe looked up.

Anado raised an eyebrow beside her.

Su Wan paused her writing for a moment.

Chen Mu looked at Lu Shuangyi.

"What?"

Lu Shuangyi said calmly, "Stay alive."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went up to the South Gate again.

No explanation was given.

No explanation is needed.

The sugar was dropped so lightly that it even carried a spark.

Lin Qinghe closed the medicine box, then opened it again.

She wanted to say that Lu Shuangyi needed treatment for her shoulder, but in the end she only handed her a packet of medicine.

Lu Shuangyi accepted it.

"Thanks."

Lin Qinghe said, "Don't let any blood drip onto the dog tag bag."

Lu Shuangyi glanced at her.

"it is good."

Anado's smile was even more pronounced from the side.

Su Wan kept her head down, sealing the bag as if she hadn't heard anything, but her pen paused for two breaths.

Chen Mu looked at the group of people but didn't say anything.

The war is not over yet.

The accounts haven't been settled yet.

Only by living can there be a future.

The fire outside the south gate was still burning, and the snowmelt was seeping in through the cracks in the door.

Er Gou knelt behind the door, using a wooden spoon to scrape out the oily snow water, spoonful by spoonful.

The wound on his back was soaked with sweat, causing him to grimace in pain, but he didn't stop.

Old Chai asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Er Gou said, "It hurts."

"Then why not replace them?"

Er Gou splashed a spoonful of black water outside.

"My dad's food ration card is still inside."

"If the door burns down, the grain ration token will be gone too."

Old Chai stopped scolding him and simply took off his coat and placed it under his knees.

Er Gou was stunned for a moment.

Old Chai said gruffly, "Don't ruin your knees, you'll have to stand up tomorrow."

The Northern Barbarian train is destroyed, but the Southern Gate is temporarily stable.

Just as the iron box in the mass grave was sealed, Han Zhao suddenly shouted from inside the cell.

"I recognize one of the nameplate scratches!"

Everyone turned their heads.

Han Zhao gripped the wooden fence, his face deathly pale.

"That's not an ordinary military license plate."

"Those are people from the White Wolf Pass Ordnance Battalion!"

Chen Mu looked at him.

Han Zhao swallowed.

"That man is not dead."

"He is currently in Han Wenshan's personal guard."

Han Wenshan's expression finally changed completely.