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

Lin Qinghe could smell the tung oil before the rocket landed.

More than forty of Han's personal guards stood outside the medical tent.

Sixty-seven wounded soldiers lay inside the tent.

Fewer than twenty can walk on their own.

Before leaving, Han Wenshan left a message: "If Chen Mu enters the fortress, burn the tents."

The head of the guards, surnamed Cao, had a black mole on his right cheek. He led his men to bring six barrels of tung oil, poured it around the perimeter of the medical tent, and then smashed all the water vats.

"Dr. Lin."

"Chen Mu has arrived at the South Gate."

"Go out now, kneel on the city wall and beg him to lay down his sword. These wounded soldiers can still live."

Lin Qinghe was changing the dressing on a soldier who had been shot in the abdomen.

She didn't even look up.

"Change the cloth."

The soldier's face turned deathly pale.

"Dr. Lin, they want to burn the tent."

"I heard you."

"Then why change the medicine?"

"I'd rather die than have my intestines spilling out."

Lin Qinghe pressed a clean strip of cloth against the wound, her hand as steady as if no one was outside the tent.

Cao, the head constable, grew impatient and barged in with two of his personal guards.

"Didn't you hear me?"

He reached out to grab Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe suddenly raised her wrist.

A thin-bladed knife slid from the sleeve into the palm of the hand.

The knife is very short.

It is usually used to remove necrotic tissue and cut open abscesses.

At this moment, it pierced diagonally into Cao Dutou's chin.

The tip of the knife pierced through the base of the tongue.

Cao Dutou's eyes widened suddenly, and only a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Lin Qinghe drew his sword, his hot blood spraying onto the medicine box.

The second guard reacted and drew his sword to slash horizontally.

A cane was thrust into his groin from the side.

The injured Miao Jiu sat on the couch, his hands gripping his crutch tightly.

The guards were in so much pain they bent over.

Lin Qinghe slashed open the side of his neck with a knife.

The third person turned around and wanted to shout.

Su Wan rushed out from behind the tent flap and splashed a basin of bloody water, which had been used to wash his wounds, onto his face. The soldiers were blinded by the foul-smelling hot water, and several wounded soldiers who could still move rushed forward.

Someone bit their hand.

Someone stabbed him in the waist with a broken spear.

Another old soldier, who only had one leg left, grabbed the other's neck and strangled him until he couldn't breathe.

Three corpses lay in the medical tent.

Lin Qinghe tore off Cao Dutou's belt and tied it tightly around her blood-stained cuffs.

"Su Wan".

"exist."

"Carry the wounded who can walk, and those who cannot."

"Where to?"

Su Wan had already thought of a place.

"The back wall of the registrar's room."

There used to be a narrow, abandoned path for transporting paper, only wide enough for one person to pass at a time. After the old South Warehouse caught fire, Su Wan led people to move the paper boxes along that path. It didn't lead outside the city, but only to the abandoned horse pen behind the medical tent.

This is not the way to escape.

However, it can avoid the tung oil outside the tent.

Su Wan did not bring paper or pen.

She picked up Chief Cao's knife, first splitting open the wooden fence behind the tent, then having those with minor injuries dismantle the bed boards.

Two bed boards tied together make a stretcher.

"Those who can stand, stand up!"

"If he's missing a leg, two people will have to carry him!"

"Anyone who says they can't walk should give their bed to the dying one!"

She used to speak softly.

Even though her voice was hoarse from shouting, no one recognized her as the Su family girl who wore a red fox fur cloak and only hid behind Zhao Chenglie.

The wounded soldiers began to be moved to the rear.

The first person to be carried away was Ji Yunzhou.

His old arrow wound in his arm hadn't healed yet, and last night he was kicked by Han's personal guards, breaking two of his ribs. As soon as the stretcher was lifted, he ordered it to be put down.

"Lift the one who was shot in the abdomen first."

"I can walk."

His legs went weak as soon as he landed.

Su Wan handed Cao Dutou's corpse a scabbard to him to use as a walking stick.

"If you can walk, then walk on your own."

Ji Yunzhou glanced at her.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Su Wan's hand holding the knife was still trembling.

"Afraid."

"But last time I was afraid of fire, Chen Mu's men almost all died."

She said no more and turned to carry the next stretcher.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old soldier had been cut open in the abdomen. Although Lin Qinghe had stuffed his intestines back in, he remained conscious. He grabbed the edge of the stretcher and asked Su Wan if she could put him down.

"My mother is in Xibao."

"When I die, leave my flesh for others."

Su Wan slapped him across the face.

"Your mother wants a son, not a piece of meat."

The soldier was stunned.

Lin Qinghe handed him a ginseng slice from the side.

"Bite down."

"Die after leaving the path of ruin."

The soldier bit into the ginseng slice, tears streaming down his temples.

Four wounded soldiers lifted the stretcher.

No one suggested keeping him.

The guards outside noticed something was wrong.

"Chief Cao?"

No one answered.

The tent flap was lifted, and as soon as a soldier peeked out, Su Wan's knife slashed at his wrist.

The knife is not sharp.

Her first strike only pierced the bone.

The guards screamed and shrank back.

Su Wan gritted her teeth and chopped a second time.

The hand and the knife fell into the tent together.

Her face was covered in splattered blood, but her hand did not loosen.

"Block the door!"

Several wounded soldiers overturned the medicine cabinet and wooden bed, using them to prop up the tent opening.

They started banging on the door from outside.

Lin Qinghe did not go to intercept them.

She paused beside each stretcher to determine who should go first. Those who had been shot in the chest but were still breathing were carried first, those who were bleeding from the abdomen but were conscious were placed behind, and those who had already stopped breathing were left in place.

Someone grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Dr. Lin, am I not going to make it?"

Lin Qinghe put a painkiller into his mouth.

"You're last in line."

The man laughed instead.

"In the end, we made it into the queue."

The first rocket landed at that moment.

The dry felt on the tent roof was soaked with tung oil, and flames instantly spread.

The wounded soldiers were momentarily thrown into disarray.

Su Wan grabbed two blood-soaked blankets and led her men to smother the fire on the top of the tent. The fire was quelled, but then a second and a third rocket came hurtling in from outside.

The guards outside the tent shouted.

"ignition!"

"General Han has ordered that no one be spared!"

The tung oil rings were ignited by torches.

Flames leaped up from the tent's base, enveloping the entire medical tent in the center.

The medical account contained several packets of anesthetic powder and painkiller powder.

Lin Qinghe poured all the powder into three copper basins and mixed it with fine ash used for burns.

Su Wan asked, "Don't you want the medicine anymore?"

"If everyone is burned to death, who will get the medicine?"

Lin Qinghe had three old soldiers with leg injuries who could not walk stand guard on both sides of the tent flap.

When the guards broke open the medicine cabinet for the second time, the copper basin was thrown up at the same time.

The visitor's face was covered in white lime and medicinal powder.

The first six or seven people immediately covered their eyes and coughed. Some inhaled anesthetic, their legs grew weaker and weaker, and they collapsed by the fire before they could even raise their knives.

The old soldiers used their canes to hook their legs and then used pestles to hit their heads.

An old soldier with a broken leg struck him more than a dozen times until blood started flowing from inside the guard's helmet.

"I've lost my legs."

"My hand is still there!"

The other wounded soldiers were also yelled at fiercely.

The medical tent no longer resembled a group of people waiting to die.

Every bed board, every medicine jar, even the bucket used to hold urine, was turned into something that could be used to smash people.

The exit of the abandoned road at the rear was still blocked by a thick wooden plank.

Su Wan and three others swung their knives at each other, their palms cracking from the impact, and only half a foot of crack appeared in the wooden board.

"Again!"

As she raised her knife, a broken tent pole fell from above.

Lin Qinghe lunged forward and pushed her away.

The tent pole hit Lin Qinghe's shoulder and back.

She groaned and knelt down.

Su Wan quickly helped her up.

"You're injured!"

"Flesh and skin injury".

Lin Qinghe gritted her teeth and stood up.

"Keep chopping."

The wooden plank finally broke.

A cold wind blew in from the abandoned horse pen.

The first stretcher was wheeled out.

The second one followed closely behind.

The wooden bed at the entrance of the tent was also knocked open.

A dozen or so of Han's personal guards rushed in through the thick smoke. The one at the front brandished his sword and slashed at the wounded soldiers, but Miao Jiu grabbed a bucket of medicinal wine from the ground and threw it at them.

Lin Qinghe picked up the burning coals and threw them directly at the guards.

boom!

If the medicinal wine comes into contact with fire, half a person will immediately catch fire.

The man screamed and thrashed about, then set two of his companions on fire. The wounded soldiers seized the opportunity to push him forward using bed boards, crutches, and broken spears.

Su Wan protected the abandoned road, preventing the stretcher from stopping.

The number of personal guards is increasing.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Qinghe's vision began to darken.

A soldier rushed out from behind the fire, his blade aimed straight for her chest.

Her thin knife was already chipped.

There was no time to hide.

A short spear suddenly flew in from outside the tent.

The spearhead pierced through the back of the guard and emerged from his chest.

The body fell forward.

Chen Mu rushed in, stepping over the burning tent curtains.

His cotton-padded coat was on fire, and his face was covered in soot and blood. The first thing he did upon entering the tent was to stomp out the flames on the hem of his coat.

The second thing was to pull the short spear from the corpse.

"How many are left?"

Lin Qinghe looked at him.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

But all he said was, "More than forty."

"Outside or inside?"

"Outside."

Chen Mu nodded.

"That makes it easier to kill them."

Zhou Tie and thirty cavalrymen charged in from both sides of the medical tent. The Han family's personal guards were watching the fire and had no idea that the south gate had already fallen. The first rank of men were knocked away by warhorses, and the second rank had just turned around when Lu Shuangyi's cavalry intercepted them from behind.

Chen Mu did not leave any survivors for questioning.

Those who start the fire, kill them one by one.

Cao Dutou's deputy hid behind a water vat, threw down his knife, and begged for mercy.

"I didn't start the fire!"

Su Wan walked out of the tent carrying a chipped knife.

She recognized the face.

He was the one who just ordered the second round of rockets to be launched.

"It's him."

Chen Mu pierced Chen Mu's throat with a spear.

The body was nailed to the broken water vat.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were no more Han family soldiers standing outside the medical tent.

The fire is still burning.

More than fifty wounded soldiers have been transferred out of the abandoned road.

Seven more are needed.

The young soldier, who had previously had an abdominal incision, was stuck in the middle of the abandoned road. The stretcher was too wide; pushing it forcefully would cause the planks to tear open the wound. Behind them, the tent roof kept collapsing, and the stretcher bearers were so anxious that tears streamed down their faces.

Chen Mu crawled into the abandoned tunnel and squatted down next to the stretcher.

"Remove the board."

"If you dismantle it, people will fall down!"

"I'll carry it."

Lin Qinghe immediately objected.

"You can't carry people on your shoulders."

Chen Mu supported the soldier's back with his left arm and had the stretcher ropes cut. He didn't lift the soldier onto his shoulder, but rather half-embraced him, slowly moving him out of the narrow passage.

The soldier noticed the black pot and tattered cloth on the hilt of his knife and his lips moved.

"Sergeant, my mother—"

"Go back and see him yourself."

"I might not make it."

"Then you owe me your life."

A loud bang came from behind the abandoned road.

The entire medical tent collapsed.

Flames followed the narrow passage. Chen Mu shielded the soldier's face, his cotton-padded coat scorched with large holes in the back. Zhou Tie grabbed his belt from the exit, and together they dragged the two out.

The soldier's wound did not reopen.

Chen Mu's back was covered in blisters.

Lin Qinghe glanced at it but didn't scold her.

She simply took off her coat from her shoulders and draped it over his back.

"This life is for the medicine you owe me."

The soldier bit into a slice of ginseng and nodded frantically.

Lin Qinghe was the last to leave.

As she passed by Chen Mu, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him on the left cheek.

With a snap.

Chen Mu was stunned.

Lu Shuangyi and Su Wan were also stunned.

"You promised an hour."

Lin Qinghe's voice trembled.

"How long will it take this time?"

Chen Mu couldn't calculate it.

"one day?"

Lin Qinghe wanted to hit him again.

Chen Mu grabbed her wrist.

"I'll owe you for now."

He handed over the medicine box from behind the saddle.

The corner of the box was chipped, but the latch was still on.

Lin Qinghe hugged the medicine box and hugged him back.

very short.

So short that before Chen Mu could even raise his hand, she had already stepped back.

"Go and kill Han Wenshan."

Chen Mu looked in the direction where the Black Mountain flags were the most numerous in the fortress.

"I'm on my way."