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

When Han Wenshan was dragged back to Black Stone Fortress, the sky was already turning white.

The two gray cars were reloaded with silver boxes.

The remaining silver was carried by a hundred guards and laborers, leaving loose pieces scattered along the way. No one dared to pick them up and put them in their sleeves, because Chen Mu had already said that they would be divided up again after returning to the fortress.

In the past, the only silver items the Han family owned were found in boxes.

Now that I'm following Chen Mu, I can actually get my hands on something.

News travels faster than cars.

When the procession entered the south gate, everyone in the fortress who was still able to move gathered around.

Soldiers, wounded soldiers, guards, grain officials, and even children as young as ten stood on the crumbling walls to watch.

They looked at silver first.

Then look at Han Wenshan kneeling behind the car.

Han Wenshan's knees were bleeding, and he could only be dragged along by a rope. He fell every few steps, and his deputy general's armor was covered in mud and horse manure.

The first person to spit at him was Ma Liu.

"You've finally met your match."

The second was a fellow villager who lost his brother's military badge and was a soldier with a severed finger.

Soon, rotten vegetables, gravel, and frozen horse manure were all thrown at them.

Han Wenshan lowered his head.

He no longer stood behind the imperial guards as he used to.

Han Qianshan was also being escorted on the drill ground.

When he saw the silver carriage, he knew that his last resort was gone.

"idiot."

He cursed at Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan suddenly looked up.

"You led three hundred personal guards, and you still lost?"

"If you hadn't secretly fled the silver vault, I would have already stormed out of the north gate!"

"You were planning to abandon me all along!"

Two Han generals were exchanging insults across the crowd.

No one thinks they are unapproachable anymore.

They're nothing but two lousy dogs fighting over who gets to bite the other.

Before the bugle call sounded outside the city, Han Qianshan was still hiding his last knife.

The blade was as thin as a bamboo leaf, sewn inside the armor on his right arm. When the guards removed his armor, they didn't touch it; they only cut the outer rope.

Han Wenshan was dragged into the training ground, where Han Qianshan deliberately started arguing with him.

The two grew closer as they argued.

Once the guards' attention was focused on Han Qianshan, Han Qianshan suddenly pushed aside the guard beside him, and a blade popped out from his wrist guard, first cutting the rope binding his own wrist.

"Let's do it!"

Of the 136 surrendered soldiers, 17 of them simultaneously rose up in rebellion.

They had already hidden the daggers in the soles of their boots and in their hair buns, waiting for the reinforcements from White Wolf Pass to arrive.

The training ground instantly descended into chaos.

Two guards had their throats slit, and one of the silver chests was overturned. Han Qianshan grabbed a long sword and charged straight at Chen Mu.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Wenshan climbed over and crawled towards the stable.

"Give me a horse!"

"Charge out! The Han family will give each of them a hundred taels of silver!"

Seventeen assassins surrounded them from all sides.

Chen Mu's shoulder wound had just been stitched up, and his right arm was unusable, so he wielded the knife with only his left hand. He cut down the first man, and the second man's knife was already thrusting towards his ribs.

Su Wan smashed the small wooden tray containing silver into the face of the assassin.

Broken silver pieces scattered.

The man instinctively closed his eyes, and Chen Mu sliced ​​off half of his face with a single stroke.

Lin Qinghe grabbed the knot on Han Wenshan's back and wrapped it around the medicine shelf.

Han Wenshan took two steps, but the rope suddenly tightened, and he fell backward. Lin Qinghe stepped on his injured knee and pressed a thin knife against his eye socket.

"Move again, and you'll go blind first."

Lu Shuangyi greeted Han Qianshan.

The two knives collided.

Han Qianshan, though unarmored, was still incredibly strong, forcing Lu Shuangyi to take a half-step back with a single strike. He grinned maliciously and switched hands for a horizontal slash, just as Chen Mu kicked a silver box from the side.

The wooden crate hit his calf.

Han Qianshan's body swayed.

Lu Shuangyi's knife pierced his right rib and went through his back.

Han Qianshan gripped the blade, still wanting to move forward.

Chen Mu walked up to him.

"The men from White Wolf Pass have arrived."

Blood gushed from Han Qianshan's mouth, yet he still laughed.

Are you scared?

"So you can hear it first, lest you die without understanding."

Chen Mu slit his throat with a single stroke.

Han Qianshan collapsed in front of Han Wenshan.

The remaining sixteen assassins were also surrounded and killed by the guards and the White Wolf Guards. The last one tried to crawl under the grain cart, but Old Chai dragged him out and cleaved him from his buttocks to his waist with his butcher's knife.

This time, no one feigned surrender.

Han Wenshan looked at his cousin's corpse and finally stopped cursing.

Chen Mu had the silver box placed in the center of the drill ground.

No high platform was built.

No one read anything aloud.

Old Chai chopped at the box with a butcher's knife, while Lin Qinghe and Su Wan divided the silver on the side.

The medical expenses will be paid first to the families of the deceased and injured.

The second batch of people injured while guarding the south gate, north wall, and Wild Dog Gully.

The third batch of military households whose houses were burned down.

After receiving the silver, everyone went to the grain cart next to them to collect rice.

All twenty-seven trucks carrying white rice were put into operation.

The big pot was also set up.

For the first time in the early morning, Black Stone Castle was filled with the aroma of both rice and meat.

Su Wan handed fifty taels of silver to a woman who had lost her husband.

The woman didn't recognize her and simply asked, "Will this silver be taken back later?"

Su Wan shook her head.

"If anyone dares to accept it, go find Chen Mu."

The woman looked towards the other end of the training ground.

Chen Mu was wiping his knife with Han Qianshan's Black Mountain Flag.

She hugged Yin tightly.

"Then I believe you."

Su Wan felt a pang of sadness for a moment when she heard those words.

In the past, she trusted Zhao Chenglie, trusted the Su family, and believed that a marriage certificate would allow her to live a decent life.

These people only believed in a lowly soldier who could steal back the grain and silver and dared to kill the Han family.

She finally understood that what Chen Mu wanted was never for her to regret it.

His path no longer needs her to turn back to prove anything.

Lin Qinghe passed by and stuffed a packet of medicine into Su Wan's hand.

"My palm is cracked."

Su Wan looked down and saw that her palms were covered with cuts from splitting the wooden boards.

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me, just wrap it yourself."

After Lin Qinghe finished speaking, she picked up another bag of medicine and walked towards Chen Mu.

When Chen Mu saw her, he instinctively took a half step back.

"Get things done first."

"You do your thing."

Lin Qinghe grabbed his collar and cut open the blood-stained cloth on his shoulder.

The wound had mostly reopened, and the edges were already turning white.

Her eyes grew colder and colder.

"You don't want this arm anymore?"

"I want more."

"Then sit down."

Chen Mu was pressed against the silver box by her.

Lu Shuangyi rode Han Qianshan's white horse back from the north gate and saw this scene, stopping a few steps away.

"The vanguard of White Wolf Pass has arrived."

Lin Qinghe's needles never stopped.

"How many?"

"Six hundred cavalry, with the main force following behind."

Upon hearing this, Han Wenshan immediately straightened his back.

"Chen Mu!"

"Let me go now, it's not too late."

"The commander is Han Wanshan. Once the two thousand iron cavalry from Bailang Pass arrive, not a single brick will be left at Black Stone Fortress!"

Chen Mu was in so much pain that sweat beaded on his forehead, but he remained seated and didn't move.

"You've come at the perfect time."

"Both horses and armor are in short supply."

Han Wenshan looked at him as if he were a madman.

"Do you really think you can stop White Wolf Pass with just a few hundred ragtag soldiers?"

Suddenly, a horn sounded outside the city.

Six hundred forwards are already lined up outside the north gate.

The Han family flag stretched from the snow all the way to the distance.

A voice carried by the wind into the castle.

"Hand over Chen Mu, Lu Shuangyi, and the traitorous Northern Barbarian woman!"

"Release the two Han family generals!"

"Or we'll raze Blackrock Fortress to the ground!"

Upon hearing this, Han Wenshan felt as if he had grasped at the last rope.

He struggled to lift his head.

"Chen Mu".

"Send me out, and I can plead for you."

"The matter of the silver can also be described as Liang Qi keeping it for himself."

"It doesn't have to be one of us dying."

Chen Mu instructed Lin Qinghe to cut the last thread.

"Is it finished sewing?"

"temporary."

"Can you lift the knife?"

"Left hand."

Chen Mu stood up.

He carried the knife in his left hand and walked up to Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan was still talking.

"If you want to be ennobled, I can help you."

"You want women, money, soldiers, I can have them all—"

The blade flashed across his neck.

The sound stopped.

Han Wenshan's head rolled into the snow and came to rest right next to an open silver box.

The look of disbelief still lingered on his face.

Chen Mu kicked the headless corpse to the ground.

You can only die once.

Don't waste my time.

The drill ground was quiet for a moment.

Then a deafening roar erupted.

Those low-ranking soldiers who had their grain rations stolen, their military license plates altered, and who had been whipped by Han's personal guards shouted the loudest.

Nobody cares how many secrets Han Wenshan will eventually reveal.

All they saw was the head of the deputy general who had suppressed Blackstone Castle for many years.

Chen Mu picked up the severed head and walked onto the north gate city wall.

Six hundred Han family cavalrymen outside the city were preparing to shout a second time.

The leading cavalry general was named Han Lie, who was Han Wanshan's adopted son.

Upon seeing Han Wenshan's severed head, he first reined in his horse and retreated, then forced himself to stop in front of his subordinates.

"Chen Mu!"

"Killing Han's deputy general is an act that even nine generations of his family wouldn't be enough to atone for!"

He spurred his horse forward fifty paces and threw an iron box down to the city walls.

The box was smashed open, and three human heads rolled out.

They were three messengers sent by Blackstone Fortress to White Wolf Pass to request reinforcements.

Han Lie raised his spear.

"This is what happens to those who oppose Han!"

The soldiers guarding the city wall gasped when they saw their comrade's head.

Chen Mu did not reply.

He took a powerful bow from the wall.

Unable to lift his right arm, he had Zhou Di support the bow while he used his left hand to pull the string.

The arrow was not aimed at Han Lie.

It was the Han family silver badge on the chest of his mount.

The bowstring twanged.

The arrow pierced the silver medal and embedded itself in the horse's chest.

The warhorse suddenly knelt down, throwing Han Lie seven or eight steps. He rolled around in the snow, his spear flying to the side.

A burst of laughter erupted from the city wall.

Han Lie scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state, pointing at the city wall and cursing angrily.

Chen Mu nocked the second arrow.

Han Lie immediately hid behind his personal guards' shield.

"Put the three heads back together."

Chen Mu to Zhou Tiedao.

The north gate opened a crack.

Ten heavily armored soldiers from the Han family rushed out and retrieved their fallen comrade's head and the pierced silver plaque. The six hundred vanguard fired several volleys of arrows, but none dared to actually charge to the city gate.

When the guard re-entered the gate, he hung the silver plaque next to the black pot and tattered cloth.

The three heads of the messengers were then wrapped in a clean cloth.

Yan Heng recognized the three people, and his lips moved for a long time.

"When they left the fort, each of them only took two breads with them."

"Everyone says that once the reinforcements arrive, we can go home and have hot soup."

Chen Mu handed the wrapped-up head to Lao Chai.

Leave three spaces around the edge of the pot.

"After we defeat White Wolf Pass, let their family eat first."

Old Chai hugged the cloth bag and nodded vigorously.

The laughter from the city wall gradually subsided.

When everyone looked at Han Jia's striker, their eyes turned bloodshot.

Chen Mu looked out of the city.

"Their lives will be compensated by the Han family's horses."

A head fell from the city wall.

It crashed down in front of the lead rider's horse.

The warhorse was startled and reared up.

The cavalryman looked down and saw the face clearly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Mu stood on the wall, a small black pot and rag tied to the hilt of his knife.

"Go back and tell Han Wanshan."

"I'll accept Han Wenshan's silver, grain, and horses."

"His head has been taken."

"If you want it, come in and get it yourself."

A commotion broke out among the vanguard outside the city.

Han Qianshan's body is still lying in the training ground.

The surviving members of the Han family all know that the path to reconciliation has been severed by this single blow.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the western slope in the distance.

It's not in the direction of White Wolf Pass.

It's Wild Dog Gully.

A complete black pot flag crossed the snow slope first.

Anado rode under his banner, followed by three hundred White Wolf Guards, herdsman riders, and Black Stone Fortress border guards. Batu was tied to a hay cart, his face turned towards the vanguard of White Wolf Pass.

Er Gou carried another pot flag, shouting louder than a bugle call.

"Corporal!"

"Everyone from Wild Dog Gully has arrived!"

The guards on the walls of Blackrock Castle responded in unison.

There is meat in the pot.

He has silver in his hand.

There were also six hundred horses delivered to the city gates.

Chen Mu pointed his knife at Bai Lang Guan Qianfeng.

"Open the North Gate."

"This time, it's our turn to go out and fight."