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

When Chen Mu woke up, it was already dark.

The fire in the medical tent was burning very brightly.

The wind and snow lashed against the tent flap, sounding like someone tapping it with their fingers from outside.

Lin Qinghe dozed off on the edge of the couch.

She was still clutching half a piece of the bandage in her hand, nodding her head slightly.

She woke up as soon as Chen Mu moved.

"Don't move."

That was her first sentence.

Chen Mu looked at the top of the tent.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Two hours."

Lin Qinghe picked up the warm medicine.

"drink."

Chen Mu tried to sit up.

Lin Qinghe put the medicine bowl aside and reached out to press down on his shoulder.

"I told you, don't move."

Chen Mu looked at her hand on his shoulder.

Lin Qinghe saw it too, and her face immediately turned red.

But she didn't give in.

"You are a wounded soldier now."

"I am a military doctor."

"Listen to me."

Chen Mu did not move again.

Lin Qinghe then carefully helped him up a little and fed him the medicine with a wooden spoon.

The medicine is very bitter.

Chen Mu frowned slightly, feeling distressed.

Lin Qinghe saw this and a smile flashed in her eyes.

"Now you know what pain is?"

Chen Mu asked, "Is this pain?"

"This is suffering."

Lin Qinghe hummed softly.

"Being able to distinguish between bitterness and pain means you're not dead yet."

Chen Mu took a couple of sips and asked, "What about the Black Tiger Battalion?"

Lin Qinghe's expression immediately turned serious.

"Set up camp outside the fort."

"Commander Lu instructed Zhou Tie to guard the list of military merits."

"The Zhao family is being kept under surveillance."

"Miss Su..."

She paused for a moment.

Chen Mu looked at her.

Lin Qinghe lowered her head and stirred the medicine.

"Miss Su has gone to boil water."

Chen Mu remained silent.

Lin Qinghe added, "She had a fever all afternoon."

"I burned my hand."

"Everyone in the wounded soldiers' camp saw it."

Chen Mu said calmly, "Hmm."

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to go take a look?"

Chen Mu looked at her.

"She burned her hand because she had never boiled water before."

"The cooks in the kitchen have cracked hands all over in winter."

"Nobody's watching."

Lin Qinghe was stunned.

Chen Mu took the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

"The suffering she's going through now is nothing."

Lin Qinghe fell silent.

She suddenly realized that Chen Mu wasn't ruthless.

He simply knew.

Belated guilt cannot undo the betrayal that has already occurred.

Zhou Tie's voice came from outside the tent.

"Is Corporal Chen awake?"

Lin Qinghe immediately replied, "He's not awake."

Chen Mu: "He's awake."

Lin Qinghe glared at him.

Zhou Tie lifted the curtain and entered, then paused upon seeing Lin Qinghe's expression.

"Did I arrive at the wrong time?"

Chen Mu said, "Get to the point."

Zhou Tie stopped joking and approached.

"After setting up camp outside Black Tiger Camp, they sent three groups of men to circle around the camp."

"They've all been watched by Lieutenant General Lu's men."

"There's also some activity at the Zhao residence. Someone tried to send a message through the back wall but was caught."

Chen Mu asked, "Where's the letter?"

Zhou Tie took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Chen Mu accepted it.

There were only six words on the note.

Midnight, granary, fire.

Lin Qinghe's expression changed.

"Are they going to burn down the granary?"

Zhou Tie said, "Commander Lu also made this judgment."

Chen Mu shook his head.

"no."

Zhou Tie was taken aback.

"no?"

Chen Mu turned the note over.

The back is very clean.

There are no secret marks.

He asked, "Who delivered the letter?"

Zhou Tie said, "An old servant from the Zhao family."

"If you catch him, he'll bite his tongue and die."

Chen Mu said, "It's too clean."

Zhou Tie frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Mu said, "If the Zhao family really wanted to send a message to the Black Tiger Camp, they wouldn't have just written six words."

"Moreover, we should avoid mentioning the word 'granary' in this kind of matter."

"The more explicit the writing, the more it seems like it's deliberately meant for someone else to see."

Zhou Tie's expression changed slightly.

"A diversionary tactic?"

Chen Mu placed the paper near the stove and watched as the edge of the paper slowly rolled up.

"Han Zhao failed to tear down the rankings during the day today."

"It will definitely move tonight."

"But he's not stupid."

"Burning the granary would be too noisy; even if it were burned, it wouldn't erase the record of military achievements."

Lin Qinghe felt a tightness in her chest as she listened.

"Then what is he going to do?"

Chen Mu looked outside the tent.

"kill."

Zhou Tie asked, "Who should we kill?"

Chen Mu said, "Three choices."

"Kill me."

"Kill the accomplice inside the south gate."

"Kill the registrar."

Zhou Tie understood instantly.

Killing Chen Mu is to destroy a person.

Killing the inside man is the proof.

Killing the registrar means cutting off the register.

If even one person dies, everything will fall apart.

Chen Mu continued, "Han Zhao most wants to kill me."

"But I'm currently in the medical tent, and Lieutenant General Lu will definitely send someone to keep an eye on me."

"He's not easy to take action against."

"Where should the person inside the South Gate be locked up?"

Zhou Tie's expression changed.

"The dungeon."

"Who will guard it?"

"The Zhao family's original jailers have been replaced; now they are Lu family guards."

Chen Mu asked, "Where is the registrar?"

Zhou Tie fell silent.

Chen Mu knew the answer just by looking at his expression.

"Still in the Hall of Military Merit?"

Zhou Tie gritted his teeth.

"He's copying too slowly, so Lieutenant General Lu told him to finish writing all three lists tonight."

Chen Mu threw back the covers and prepared to get out of bed.

Lin Qinghe became anxious.

"Where are you going again?"

Chen Mu said, "Hall of Military Merits."

Lin Qinghe held him down.

"No!"

Chen Mu looked at her and said, "Since the chief clerk is dead, the merits of the seventeen cooks will have to be rewritten."

Lin Qinghe's eyes immediately reddened.

"But if you go out again, the wound will reopen!"

Chen Mu remained silent for a moment.

"Dr. Lin."

"I know you mean well."

"But my life now doesn't just belong to me."

"There are seventeen people waiting for me to send their reward money home."

Lin Qinghe loosened her grip little by little.

She knew she couldn't stop them.

She picked up a clean, thick cloth from the side and walked to Chen Mu.

"Take off your clothes."

Zhou Tie's eyes widened.

Chen Mu was also taken aback.

Lin Qinghe's ears turned red, but she said in a stiff voice, "I'll re-bandage your wound."

"If you go out like this, you'll collapse before you even reach the Hall of Merit."

Zhou Tie immediately turned around.

"I didn't see anything."

Chen Mu took off his outer robe.

Lin Qinghe bent down and wrapped the cloth around his neck.

Her hand was very close as she wrapped it around his shoulder and back.

Chen Mu was so close that he could feel her breath on his collarbone.

Lin Qinghe didn't dare to look up, and only whispered, "It will hurt if it's tied too tightly."

Chen Mu said, "Tie them up."

The cloth strips were tightened round and round.

Chen Mu's forehead was beaded with sweat.

Lin Qinghe's eyes were also red.

In the end, she tied a knot that couldn't be tied back.

"I'll take it apart when I get back."

Chen Mu put his outer robe back on.

"it is good."

Lin Qinghe handed the medicine box to Zhou Tie.

"If he vomits blood on the way, give him this pill to suck on."

Zhou Tie took it, his expression complex.

"Dr. Lin, your instructions are even more detailed than military orders."

Lin Qinghe glared at him.

"Shut up."

Chen Mu picked up his spear and stepped out of the medical tent.

The night was deep.

There aren't many torches in Blackrock Fortress.

The snow fell to the ground, covering half of the bloodstains from the daytime.

Sure enough, a commotion could be heard coming from the direction of the granary in the distance.

Many guards are rushing over there.

"Smoke is coming from the granary!"

"Quickly, put out the fire!"

Zhou Tie glanced at Chen Mu.

"This is a classic case of luring the tiger away from the mountain."

Chen Mu said, "Go to the Hall of Military Merit."

The two did not take the right path.

Chen Mu asked Zhou Tie to lead him around the alley.

As we approached the Hall of Military Merit, it was indeed unusually quiet.

Two guards at the gate lay dead in the snow.

There was no sound.

Fresh marks remain on the edge of the snow.

Zhou Tie's expression changed, and he drew his sword and charged forward.

Chen Mu grabbed him.

"Don't go through the door."

Zhou Tie abruptly stopped.

Chen Mu pointed to the side window.

The two of them pressed themselves against the wall.

A corner of the window paper was torn.

There was candlelight inside.

The registrar knelt on the ground, his mouth stuffed with cloth, trembling all over.

A man dressed in Black Tiger Battalion leather armor stood in front of the table, holding a newly copied copy of the military merit register.

There were two other people nearby, searching through the evidence box.

Black Wolf Dominoes.

Short knife.

Bronze plaque from the Zhao residence.

Leftover letter.

Everything is on the table.

The leader whispered, "Take the stuff, kill the person."

The registrar was so frightened that he shook his head frantically.

The man raised his knife.

Just as the knife was about to fall, a long spear flew in through the window.

The spear tip pierced through the window paper and pinned the man's wrist.

The knife fell to the ground.

Zhou Tie burst through the side door.

"Black Tiger Camp!"

The three people inside the room paled.

They didn't expect anyone to come in through the side door.

One of them grabbed the black wolf dominoes and stuffed them into his clothes.

Chen Mu saw it just as he entered.

He did not chase after the assassin.

Instead, he grabbed the inkstone from the table and smashed it against the candlestick.

The candlestick overturned.

The fire went out.

The room went dark instantly.

Zhou Tie roared, "Chen Mu!"

Chen Mu said, "Guard the gate!"

In the darkness, someone tried to rush out the door.

Zhou Tie cut him down with a single blow.

Another person climbed through the window, but Chen Mu shot him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall heavily to his knees.

The last man whose wrist had been pierced gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger, and lunged at the registrar.

He wasn't trying to escape.

They wanted to kill him to silence him.

As Chen Mu rushed over, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The wound reopened.

His legs buckled, and he almost knelt down.

The man had already rushed to the registrar's side.

The registrar was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

The next moment, a silver light flew in from outside the door.

The dagger was knocked away.

Lu Shuangyi walked into the Hall of Military Merits.

The knife in her hand was still sheathed.

What just flew in was the silver clasp on the scabbard.

"Han Zhao's people?"

Her voice was cold.

The man's face was deathly pale, but he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a patrolman. If you dare to kill members of the Black Tiger Battalion, you're disobeying orders!"

Chen Mu leaned on the table, panting.

"Zhou Tie".

"exist."

"Take off his boots."

Zhou Tie was taken aback, but immediately did as instructed.

The Black Tiger Camp assassin struggled, but Zhou Tie kicked him to the ground.

Take off your boots.

A small wax ball fell out.

Lu Shuangyi picked up the wax pellet and crushed it.

There was a small piece of paper inside.

Only one sentence.

The registrar died, the register was burned, and Chen Mu was killed.

Everyone in the room paled.

The meaning is very clear.

Kill the registrar.

Burn the military merit register.

Then blame it on Chen Mu.

Lu Shuangyi finished reading and looked up.

"Good tactic."

Chen Mu smiled.

"Commander Han thinks highly of me."

"I'll take the blame for murder and arson."

Lu Shuangyi looked at his chest.

The cloth strips were soaked with sweat from the wound.

"You've cracked again."

Chen Mu glanced down at it.

"good."

Lin Qinghe's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"no."

Chen Mu froze.

Lin Qinghe stood at the door with her medicine box in hand, her face frighteningly cold.

Su Wan was also behind her.

Su Wan was carrying a bucket of water, clearly having come after hearing the commotion while fighting the fire.

When she saw the blood on Chen Mu's chest, her face turned pale.

Lin Qinghe walked in, put down her medicine box, and directly tore open Chen Mu's outer robe.

"What did I say again?"

Chen Mu said, "The registrar almost died."

Lin Qinghe's hands were trembling.

"So you really want to throw your life away too?"

Chen Mu remained silent.

Lin Qinghe was so angry that tears fell down her face, and she lowered her head to press on his wound.

Su Wan stood at the door, watching this scene, feeling as if her heart was being pierced by needles.

She could tell that Lin Qinghe was genuinely anxious.

It wasn't an act.

It's not for anyone to see.

She just felt sorry for Chen Mu.

She herself didn't realize how much she cared for Chen Mu until he was on the verge of death.

Lu Shuangyi glanced at Su Wan, then at Lin Qinghe.

Finally, she placed the wax pellet paper on the table.

"Zhou Tie".

"Post the story of the Black Tiger Battalion's nighttime raid on the Military Merit Hall, assassination of the registrar, and theft of evidence next to the Military Merit Board."

Zhou Tie clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yes."

Chen Mu looked up.

"One more thing."

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

Chen Mu said, "The fire at the granary is a hoax."

"It is true that the registrar was killed."

"Soldiers of Blackstone Fortress, keep your eyes open tonight."

"Because some people are afraid that your military achievements will be recorded."

Lu Shuangyi nodded.

"Write."

Upon hearing this, Su Wan suddenly realized that Chen Mu had won another step.

Han Zhao wanted to kill people using darkness.

Chen Mu then exposed what had happened in the darkness to everyone.

This man is more than just someone who works hard.

He truly would turn every strike into a military achievement.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside.

A guard rushed in.

"General Lu!"

"Han Zhao of the Black Tiger Battalion led his men to the fortress gate, claiming that we had detained patrol soldiers and demanding to be brought into the fortress to question us!"

Lu Shuangyi's eyes turned cold.

Chen Mu, supporting himself on the desk, slowly straightened up.

Lin Qinghe asked anxiously, "Are you still moving?"

Chen Mu looked out at the wind and snow.

"He's getting anxious."

"If you rush things, you'll reveal your weaknesses."

Lu Shuangyi looked at him.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Mu picked up the military merit register on the table and turned to the last page.

There, was the roster of seventeen cooks that the chief clerk had just finished writing.

Chen Mu closed the booklet.

"Open the fort gate."

Zhou Tie was startled.

"Open the door?"

Chen Mu nodded.

"Let everyone see."

"The Black Tiger Camp has come to demand an explanation."

"They're still here to steal military credit."