Stand-In: One Page of My Military Information Is Worth a City

One tael of silver can buy a life. Lu Chen, the modern military intelligence officer, opened his eyes and became the scapegoat "Ding Liu" of Northern Wei Dynasty. The death contract is meaningless: serve as a soldier for others, die for others, and die anonymously. On the day of roll call, he asked: "There is 30% less fodder, who will eat it?" In one sentence, the accounts of the Munitions Department were set off. Someone in the camp couldn't sleep: this scapegoat could read materials, count hoofprints, and calculate military reports. He didn't have a knife in his hand, but every account he took cost a life. The water in Blackwater Beach recognizes people, the horses in the camp are carrying enemy riders, and the seal on the end of the deed is older than the deed paper. As a scapegoat without a name, how far can he go through the calculations?