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

Han Zhao's words were even more ruthless than the Northern Barbarian Train.

Scratching off a nameplate doesn't mean you're dead.

It's a live person card.

That person is still in Han Wenshan's personal guard.

The wind outside the military tent seemed to freeze.

Han Wenshan turned his head and looked at Han Zhao with an expression that was neither like looking at an adopted son nor like looking at a prisoner.

It's like looking at a dirty rag.

"Han Zhao"

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Han Zhao gripped the wooden fence, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"I know."

He had no way out.

The transport vehicle was the one used to kill him.

The poisonwood cangue is not for others to see.

If Han Wenshan is even trying to silence him, who else is he keeping a secret for?

Yan Heng immediately ordered his men to spread out the old nameplates.

Sixty nameplates were scratched off and laid out one by one on the wooden table.

Some parts were scraped clean, leaving only shallow marks.

Some still have half of the word "old" left on the back.

Han Zhao's eyes swept across the signs, finally settling on a piece of iron plaque with a chipped corner.

"This one."

Yan Heng picked it up.

"Who do you recognize?"

Han Zhao looked at the personal guard behind Han Wenshan.

Several men in the guards lowered their heads instinctively.

Han Zhao raised his hand and pointed.

"he."

The person pointed at was a short, stocky captain in Han Wenshan's personal guard.

He wore an active duty military tag around his neck.

The cards look new.

Han Wenshan said coldly, "Take down Han Zhao."

Yan Heng is faster.

"Take that captain."

As soon as the military law officers moved, Han Wenshan's personal guards also moved.

Both swords were drawn simultaneously.

The northern barbarians were still attacking outside the south gate, but a near-incident occurred in front of the military command tent.

Lu Shuangyi returned from the south gate, and before the fire was completely extinguished, her knife was already positioned between the two groups of people.

"Whoever moves first, gets cut down first."

Her shoulder armor was charred black, but her voice remained steady.

The short, stocky captain had sweat on his face.

He looked at Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan did not look at him.

At this, the captain felt utterly defeated.

Old Chai suddenly grinned.

"Deputy General Han isn't looking at you."

"You're finished."

That's a rough way of putting it, but it hits the nail on the head.

The short, stocky captain's Adam's apple bobbed.

It's not that he didn't want to run, it's that he couldn't.

The fighting was still ongoing at the south gate, and the north wall was still under attack; military officers, guards, and cooks were all surrounding the area. But he knew even more clearly that if his military ID was discovered, his life would be in his own hands.

Yan Heng said, "Take his military ID."

The military officers stepped forward.

The short, stocky captain suddenly sprang up, drew his sword, and charged straight at Han Zhao.

He doesn't run away.

He wanted to kill Han Zhao.

Zhou Tie kicked him over.

The knife slashed into the wooden fence, grazing Han Zhao's face, and splinters of wood flew all over Han Zhao's face.

Han Zhao was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

The captain was being held down, but he was still struggling.

"He's talking nonsense!"

"He's talking nonsense!"

Yan Heng ripped off the active duty military license plate from his neck.

Su Wan took the name tag she had scratched and put the two tags together.

The corner gaps are the same.

The old rivet marks on the back are the same.

The active-duty military license plates are simply old plates that have been scraped off, repainted, and renamed.

The lame man glanced at it.

"The same piece."

Su Wan then pressed the two cards together side by side.

The gaps match.

The old rivet eye also fits.

She whispered, "It's not like it."

"It's the same piece."

Yan Heng had the scribe make rubbings.

With one stroke, the old scratches and the seams of the new paint were all revealed.

He Wenbai's face turned ashen.

"This is a job that Chitetsuku can do."

Chen Mu asked, "Who will take the paint repairs at the Red Iron Depot?"

He Wenbai immediately ordered the clerk to review the inventory of the red iron warehouse.

The clerk stopped flipping through the pages halfway through.

"Liang Qi".

It's Liang Qi again.

This name is like a dirty thread, running from the old South Granary, the mass grave, the escort vehicle, the living people's plaques, all the way to the neck of Han Wenshan's personal guards.

The captain's face turned ashen.

Chen Mu looked at the two plaques.

"name."

Su Wenyuan asked the captain, "What is your current name?"

The captain did not answer.

Han Zhao suddenly said, "My current name is Liu Sheng."

"Old name..."

He paused for a moment.

"Zhang Huai".

Old Chai suddenly looked up.

"Zhang Huai?"

An old soldier in the cookhouse changed his expression.

"Didn't Zhang Huai die on the north slope three years ago?"

Han Zhao said, "He's not dead."

"His death warrant was placed in the mass grave, and he himself changed his name and joined the Imperial Guard."

"He received a pension once under the identity of a dead person, and then received military pay under a new identity."

There was a commotion outside the tent.

This account is too straightforward.

It's self-evident and needs no explanation.

A person receives a pension if they die once, and a military salary if they live once.

Those who actually die have their cards scrapped, their names swallowed, and their families may not even receive a single grain of food.

Er Gou's face turned ashen.

"What about my dad's food ration card...?"

Chen Mu said, "It's the same road."

Military household ration tokens can cut off food supplies for living people.

Military license plates can be altered to reflect the names of deceased individuals.

Pensions, military merits, and military pay were all recorded on this iron plaque.

Han Wenshan suddenly said, "What does it have to do with me if a personal guard is impersonating someone else?"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"So let's check first."

"Investigate who recruited Liu Sheng into the imperial guards."

"Who will receive the compensation for Zhang Huai's death in battle?"

"Investigate who got the designer brands from."

Yan Heng immediately ordered his men to search for Liu Sheng.

A small bronze medal was found on Liu Sheng's person.

It's not a military license plate.

It is a key card.

Red Iron Warehouse.

The back of the key plate also has a small character "南" (Nan, meaning south) engraved on it.

Upon seeing this, Su Wan immediately said, "The old South Granary and South Warehouse."

Yan Heng placed the warehouse key tag next to the military tag.

"Living person card, red iron key, old southern warehouse."

Su Wenyuan remembers his hands trembling.

He had served as a registrar for many years and had seen incorrect accounts, bad accounts, and even accounts like the Zhao family's, which involved taking credit for others' work.

But this was the first time he had ever seen a situation like this, where a single card led to a living person, a living person led to a warehouse, and a warehouse led back to the enemy attacking the city.

Chen Mu did not tell him to stop.

The more chaotic things are, the more you need to remember them.

Su Wan whispered, "It's the Red Iron Depot again."

Han Zhao seemed to have finally gone all out.

"Liang Qi had given him a plaque before."

"There was more than one imperial guard who changed his name."

Han Wenshan suddenly turned around.

Han Zhao shrank back slightly, but still finished speaking.

"Godfather, if you want to kill me, I don't need to hide for you anymore."

The way the godfather called out didn't sound like a cry for help.

Like breaking off a debt.

Han Wenshan said calmly, "He's gone mad."

"Hold it."

Yan Heng said, "Han Zhao will not be detained for the time being."

"Keep asking."

Han Wenshan's eyes darkened.

Just then, the northern barbarians outside the south gate suddenly retreated.

It's not a defeat.

The entire team retreated.

Anato looked even worse.

"They're going to change their tactics."

Chen Mu looked at her.

"What?"

"I'm not banging on the door anymore."

Anato looked at the north wall.

"Digging up the wall."

The northern barbarians were familiar with the old walls of Black Stone Fortress.

If someone has given them old defensive maps, they will know where the foundation is thinnest.

Chen Mu looked at the red iron key tag that had just been found, and then at the dog tag box.

"The old defense map also passed through the old South Warehouse?"

No one answered.

Because the answer is already in everyone's hearts.

Lu Shuangyi immediately ordered an investigation of the area around the north wall.

Zhou Tie led his men out.

Lin Qinghe finally managed to restrain Chen Mu.

"You should take a break."

Chen Mu did not move.

He looked at the life-size plaque.

"One more question."

Lin Qinghe's voice turned cold.

"no."

Chen Mu looked at her.

She looked at him too.

This time she did not back down.

The firelight outside the tent had not yet died down, the swords were still there, and the northern barbarians were still digging at the wall.

But her hand pressed down on his shoulder like a nail, pinning him back to the living.

Chen Mu finally closed his eyes.

"it is good."

Lin Qinghe was stunned for a moment.

He is rarely this obedient.

Anado chuckled softly beside her.

"Chen Mu, is there someone you're afraid of?"

Chen Mu did not open his eyes.

"I'm afraid of military doctors."

Lin Qinghe's ears turned slightly red, but she still held the medicine bowl to his lips.

"drink."

Su Wan lowered her head and continued taking notes, her pen pausing for a moment before continuing to fall.

Lu Shuangyi was passing by outside the tent when she overheard the phrase "afraid of the army doctor."

She didn't stop walking; she simply took off the charred wristband and threw it onto Chen Mu's desk.

"We'll settle the debt for now."

Chen Mu opened his eyes and looked over.

She's already climbed over the north wall.

This respite is very short.

Before the medicine had even cooled down, shouts came from the north wall.

"There's a hole in the wall!"

"There's something buried inside!"

Zhou Tie's voice then rang out.

"It's not gunpowder!"

"It's a box!"

Lu Shuangyi went to the north wall first.

A section of the wall base had been dug up, revealing half an iron corner protruding from the frozen soil. The corner hadn't been temporarily buried; rust had seeped into the ground. But the sealant on top looked fresh, as if someone had recently re-pressed it down.

Zhou Tie tapped it with the back of his knife.

There was only an empty sound inside.

There's something there.

Lu Shuangyi said, "Don't pry it open by force."

"Wait for the military law office to arrive."

Zhou Tie grew anxious: "The northern barbarians are digging at the walls outside, what are we waiting for?"

Lu Shuangyi looked at the seal.

"Wait until someone sees it."

I learned this phrase from Chen Mu.

Exposing evidence is not enough.

It needs to be shown how it came out.

Ji Yunzhou arrived, dragging his injured arm. He Wenbai also came. Yan Heng sent two military officers to help Su Wenyuan.

Su Wenyuan was panting heavily, but he took out his pen first.

"open."

Suddenly, the sound of digging came from outside the north wall.

The enemy is digging outside the wall.

They dug inside the wall.

Separated by only a wall, both sides are vying for this box.

The first layer of soil was removed, revealing the side of the iron box.

Two characters are engraved on the side of the box.

Image protection.

Zhou Tie's expression changed.

"Old defense map?"

Lu Shuangyi slowly tightened her grip on the knife handle.

If the Northern Barbarians truly possess the old defensive map of Blackstone Fortress, then tonight's three-sided attack on the fortress, the breaching of the old southern road wall, and the train from the south gate are all no coincidence.

Chen Mu suddenly opened his eyes.

box.

The base of the north wall.

Red Iron Kuku Key.

Old defense map.

Before the number of military tags in the mass grave ditch could be counted, new boxes began to emerge from under the wall.

Han Wenshan looked towards the north wall, and for the first time, he didn't smile.

This time, the chest was buried under the walls of Blackrock Fortress itself.