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

Han Qianshan gathered the remaining personal guards at the training ground in the fort.

When the three hundred imperial guards entered the fortress, eighty remained at the south gate, forty at the medical tent, and thirty were taken from the chief clerk's office and the prison. After the south gate and the medical tent were breached, less than fifty escaped back to the drill ground.

There were more than 190 people surrounding Han Qianshan at this moment.

They were all heavily armored soldiers trained by White Wolf Pass.

They were clad in double layers of iron plates, and their horses were also protected by breastplates. Grain carts and arrow racks were piled up around the training ground, with the north gate behind them. If they could break down the gate, they could retreat to White Wolf Pass at any time.

Han Wenshan did not enter the training ground.

When the south gate was breached, he had already led fifty elite soldiers and two gray carts to the west fort.

Han Qianshan knew, but he didn't stop it.

He didn't come to Blackrock Castle to save his cousin.

They took away the Han family's silver, burned the remaining witnesses, and then pushed everything onto the Northern Barbarians.

Chen Mu just came back too quickly.

Han Qianshan didn't care how many people died in the medical tent.

What he really wanted to take away were the twenty-seven grain carts on the west side of the drill ground and the more than two hundred fine horses in the stable. To do this, he first had his personal guards tie sixty soldiers and servants from Black Stone Fortress to the cart shafts.

If the heavy cavalry charges, these people will be dragged down and killed first.

When Chen Mu arrived outside the training ground, the first ten hostages had already been tied up.

Old Chai was among them.

The butcher's knife was taken away, and his hands were tied behind his back through the cart shaft, but he was still cursing.

"The Han family's dogs are never satisfied!"

"Why don't you let Grandpa go!"

One of his guards knocked out one of his teeth with the hilt of his sword.

Han Qianshan raised his hand to stop him.

"Chen Mu".

"Don't you like sticking up for these lowly soldiers?"

"Make way at the north gate, I'll leave the person here."

Chen Mu looked at the blood around Lao Chai's mouth.

"Mazda 6".

Ma Liu hid behind the crowd, thinking no one was paying attention to him, but he was startled when he heard the name.

"exist!"

"Do you recognize the drainage ditch in the drill ground?"

"I recognize it; the water for feeding the horses flows from the west."

"Take twenty men in and cut the rope."

Ma Liu's face immediately fell.

"The ditch is full of horse manure."

Chen Mu tossed him a piece of heavy armor that had been captured.

"Rescue Old Chai, and A is yours."

Ma Liu hugged Jia.

"What's a little bit of manure?"

He ordered twenty skinny border soldiers to crawl into the drainage ditch.

While Han Qianshan was still shouting in the city, Ma Liu had already crawled out of the ditch behind the grain cart. The twenty men, covered in stinking mud, moved forward, clinging to the bottom of the cart.

The first rope was cut.

The second one also loosened.

Old Chai felt his wrist lighten, but he didn't turn around. He just continued to curse to attract the attention of his personal guards.

Once the last few hostages had escaped, he lunged at his personal guard and bit off one of his ears.

Ma Liu and his men emerged from under the car.

Old Chai snatched back the butcher's knife and chopped into the neck of the soldier who had smashed his teeth with the first blow.

"I'll pay with my life for this tooth!"

All the hostages ran away.

Han Qianshan no longer had anything that could suppress Chen Mu.

Outside the training ground, the number of soldiers guarding Blackstone Fortress was increasing.

First, the old soldier had his sword taken from him.

Then came the people who escaped from the north wall, the west ditch, and the prison.

When they saw Chen Mu riding the Han family's horses and leading the Northern Barbarian White Wolf Guards into the fortress, their courage returned. Some picked up knives from the corpses, some tore down door panels to use as shields, and even wounded soldiers followed, leaning on their spears.

Lu Shuangyi quickly gathered more than two hundred people.

With the cavalry that Chen Mu brought back from Wild Dog Gully, their numbers have already surpassed those of Han Qianshan.

Han Qianshan remained calm.

He rode a white horse clad in iron armor, with a long-handled halberd held horizontally in front of the saddle.

"Lu Shuangyi".

"As a military officer, you colluded with a rebellious woman from the northern barbarians, and condoned your cooks to rob troops, kill officers, and gather refugees in secret."

"If I turn back now, I can still save face for the Lu family."

Lu Shuangyi didn't answer at all.

She was looking at Han Qianshan's horse.

"A fine horse."

Chen Mu also glanced at it.

"It's yours."

Han Qianshan's face darkened.

"Two traitors!"

"Form ranks and exit through the north gate!"

One hundred and ninety heavily armored guards spurred their horses at the same time.

They weren't going to fight Chen Mu to the death.

Their plan was to use heavy cavalry to break through the north gate and take away the remaining warhorses, supply wagons, and arrow racks from the training ground. Once they returned to Bailang Pass, the Han family would have plenty of people to change their story on their behalf.

Chen Mu pointed to the exit of the training ground.

"Block the door."

Thirty White Wolf Guards charged forward first.

Their horses were fast and their armor light, so instead of ramming the heavy cavalry, they placed a dozen lassos across the exit. The Blackstone Fortress garrison brought two wrecked carts loaded with stones and placed them behind the lassos.

Han Qianshan sneered.

"You think you can stop heavy cavalry with just a few ropes?"

He was the first to rush over.

The white horse's iron hooves snapped the outermost rope, and with a swing of its saber, two White Wolf Guards, shield and all, were cut down. Heavy cavalry surged forward from the gap created by its charge.

The first stone cart was knocked backward.

The pawn pushing the cart had its arm broken on the spot.

The second car was also shaking.

Chen Mu did not allow anyone to continue using their bodies to support him.

"Stop the car!"

The guards simultaneously released their grip.

The two stone carts were rammed open by the heavy riders, and the exit appeared to be completely open.

The Han family's personal guards cheered in unison.

Chen Mu had already led eighty cavalrymen to advance into the training ground from both sides.

What he wanted was for Han Qianshan to stretch the heavy cavalry into a long line.

The team in front spoke up.

The back team is still on the field.

Lu Shuangyi rushed into the gap from the right, sweeping her spear and throwing a guard off his horse. Zhou Tie and his men focused on cutting the horses' legs, while Samu and the White Wolf Guards used lassos to drag people away.

Heavy armor can block swords.

Unable to stop himself from falling off the horse, he was trampled by dozens of feet at once.

Chen Mu charged in from the left.

A guard swung a hammer at his injured shoulder.

Chen Mu didn't raise his right arm, but grabbed the saddle with his left hand, pressing his entire body against the side of the other horse. The hammer missed its mark, and he used the momentum to plunge his short knife into the horse's belly.

The warhorse neighed and collapsed in agony.

With one leg pinned down, Chen Mu dismounted, slit Chen Mu's throat with a knife, and then snatched the iron hammer.

"Smash the horse's knee!"

The garrison at Blackrock Fortress followed suit.

If a knife can't cut through armor, use a hammer.

If you don't have a hammer, use a stone.

One heavy rider fell, and the horses behind him lost their momentum. The exit of the training ground was quickly blocked by fallen horses and corpses.

Han Qianshan rushed out a few dozen steps and found that only forty or so riders had followed him.

The north gate ahead remained closed.

After Yan Heng was rescued, his first action was to lead the military police and the remnants of the cooks to reclaim the winch at the North Gate. Old Chai stood on the gate tower, holding a butcher's knife in his hand.

"The Han family's dog!"

"The door won't serve you!"

Han Qianshan reined in his horse and turned back.

Chen Mu has caught up.

"Get out of the way!" Han Qianshan shouted.

Chen Mu raised the iron hammer he had just snatched.

"Keep the horse."

Han Qianshan was so angry that he laughed instead.

He spurred his white horse forward, his cleaver sweeping across with the horse's momentum. The blade was long and heavy, capable of cleaving a man through armor from the front.

Chen Mu did not take the hit head-on.

The blue-maned horse swerved to the side, the blade grazing its chest and slicing through its cotton-padded coat. Chen Mu swung the iron hammer at the white horse's forelegs.

The hammer hit the knee pad.

The white horse knelt down in pain.

Han Qianshan leaped off his horse, his saber still aimed at Chen Mu's head.

Lu Shuangyi's spear pierced through from the side.

The spear tip touched the blade, pushing the blade off course by half a foot.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Mu crashed into Han Qianshan's arms, grabbed his belt with his left hand, and slammed his forehead against Han's nose.

Han Qianshan's armor was thick, making it difficult for him to wield his broadsword at close range. He abandoned his sword and drew a short blade, but before he could thrust it out even half an inch, Chen Mu's knee had already pierced his abdomen.

Han Qianshan bent down.

Lu Shuangyi's spear swept the back of his knee.

thump!

He knelt in the snow and mud.

Chen Mu snatched the short blade and held it to his neck.

"The horse belongs to her."

"You belong to me."

Han Qianshan was still trying to struggle, but Lu Shuangyi had already taken the reins of the white horse.

She mounted the saddle and tested the reins.

"It is indeed a good horse."

Han Qianshan was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The commander was captured, and the north gate was sealed off.

The imperial guards in the drill ground finally broke down.

Some continued to fight desperately, some hid behind the grain carts, and others took off their helmets and threw away their knives. Chen Mu dragged Han Qianshan onto the pile of fallen horses so that everyone could see him.

"Keep the horse, take off the armor, and kneel down to work."

"Kill those still standing."

Samu also shouted it out in the northern dialect.

The first of the imperial guards dismounted.

Next is the second one.

More than a hundred suits of heavy armor crashed onto the snow, the sound like a shower of iron.

A lieutenant general of the Imperial Guard suddenly set fire to the oil tank behind the grain cart.

"No one is allowed to take anything belonging to the Han family!"

The kerosene dripped down the wheels.

He raised his torch and rushed toward the twenty-seven grain carts.

Chen Mu is too far away.

Old Chai was the closest.

He had just been rescued, his wrist still dripping blood, and he flung the butcher's knife at the slightest provocation. The knife spun twice in mid-air before slicing into the lieutenant's back.

The torch still fell on the oil stains.

Ma Liu, clutching his newly acquired heavy armor, lunged forward, using the armor plates to smother the flames beneath him. The oil burned through his outer coat, scalding him so much that he rolled on the ground in agony.

Zhou Tie led his men to shovel snow to cover the oil stains.

Old Chai rushed over, pulled out his butcher's knife, and chopped twice at the back of the deputy general's neck.

"The rice belongs to the city guards!"

"You think you're worthy of burning it?"

The grain trucks were saved.

Ma Liu developed large blisters on his back from the heat.

He cried out in pain, clinging tightly to the heavy armor.

"It was supposed to be mine."

Chen Mu glanced at it.

"It's yours."

Ma Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay down in the snow to continue crying.

More than twenty of Han's loyal followers still protected the grain carts and resisted.

The garrison at Blackstone Fortress did not wait for further orders.

They rushed forward and used the hammers and spears they had just seized to crush everyone under the wheels of the car.

The battle at the drill ground has ended.

Of Han's three hundred personal guards, one hundred and seven died, one hundred and thirty-six surrendered, and the remaining wounded soldiers were all bound.

Not a single warhorse escaped Blackrock Fortress.

Chen Mu captured 214 horses, 180 sets of usable heavy armor, 27 carts of military rations, and 9 carts of short arrows.

He did not lock the heavy armor back into storage.

Forty pairs of armor were sent to the south gate, forty to the north wall, and twenty to the guards outside the medical tent. The rest were placed in the drill ground; whoever had a cut from the Han family's sword could wear it first.

Old Chai picked out the biggest one and put it on, the hem of the armor hanging down to his knees.

Ma Liu was still crying while lying in the snow. He looked up and saw it, and immediately became anxious.

"I saw that one first!"

"You're suppressing your anger."

"Suppressing the fire is also my responsibility!"

The two old soldiers started arguing over A on the spot.

Those around him just wanted to laugh.

In the past, they argued about who would go hungry one less meal.

The current dispute is about who will wear the Han family's heavy armor.

The guards stood before the spoils, their eyes red with greed.

Old Chai grabbed a handful of white rice from the grain cart.

"Damn it."

"We eat wheat husks, while they feed their soldiers white rice."

Chen Mu said, "We'll cook everything tonight."

Some of the surrendered soldiers subconsciously looked up.

"This is the Han family's military rations!"

Old Chai slapped him across the face.

"Where are the Han family members?"

The man looked at Han Qianshan kneeling in the snow and shut his mouth.

Chen Mu walked up to Han Qianshan.

"Where did Han Wenshan go?"

Han Qianshan sneered.

"You think you've won just because you've caught me?"

"The troops have already been dispatched from Bailang Pass."

"Before dawn, two thousand iron cavalry will raze Blackrock Fortress to the ground."

Chen Mu plunged the short blade into the gap in his shoulder armor.

Han Qianshan grunted.

"I'm asking about Han Wenshan."

"West Mountain".

Han Qianshan's forehead was covered in sweat, but his smile became even more sinister.

"He went to collect the Han family's silver."

"Where there's silver, there are people; where there are people, we can wipe you all out."

Chen Mu drew his sword.

"Perfect."

"So I don't have to look for it myself."