Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Shuofeng City, the Marshal's Mansion.

The night was as dark as ink, but the council hall of the marshal's mansion was brightly lit, filled with many figures, and the atmosphere was solemn and heavy. The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and an invisible anxiety.

Zhao Polu sat upright in the tiger-skin chair at the head of the table, his face as somber as water, his thick eyebrows revealing a pair of tiger-like eyes that shone with sharp light, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

Below on both sides, there were senior officers and generals of Shuofeng City, including deputy generals, military advisors, and commanders and deputy commanders of the scout battalion. Everyone was in armor and their faces were covered in dust, clearly indicating that they had been urgently summoned.

In the center of the hall, three Di Rong prisoners, bound hand and foot and covered in blood, knelt. They were covered in wounds, clearly having been "treated" before, but their eyes remained fierce and arrogant, their necks stiff, refusing to bow their heads.

On the ground beside them lay the corpse of the minor leader of the Di Rong tribe brought back from Black Wind Valley, along with a bone token, several strangely shaped bone ornaments, and a sharp poisoned dagger found on the body.

Lin Feng was also in the hall. His left shoulder and left arm were wrapped in thick bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping out. His face was slightly pale from blood loss, but his back remained ramrod straight. He stood not far below Zhao Polu, his expression calm. Lao Dao, Wang Wu, and several other key scouts who had participated in the operation stood solemnly behind him, all wounded, but their eyes were sharp, like those of eagles that had just survived a battle.

All eyes were focused on the few Di Rong prisoners in the hall, and on the blood-stained, simple topographical map that Lin Feng had presented—it clearly marked the possible hiding area of ​​the Di Rong ambush near Black Wind Valley, the estimated troop strength, and Lin Feng's deduced route for a surprise attack.

Zhao Polu's fingers slammed heavily on the ancient-looking bone token engraved with a ferocious wolf's head pattern, his voice as cold and hard as iron: "The Wolf Cavalry... truly the elite of Tuoba Ye's royal army! Good, very good! It seems that Tuoba Ye has laid out all his defenses this time, just to tear a hole in my Shuofeng City!"

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng, a hint of admiration flashing in them, but mostly a sense of gravity: "Lin Feng, although you lost several brothers on this expedition, the intelligence you brought back is crucial! The ambush at Black Wind Valley, the appearance of the Wolf Cavalry, combined with what you said earlier... Di Rong's plan this time is far from ordinary looting; they aim to breach the city! Their main force is feigning attacks in the east and north, while their elite troops are secretly advancing in the southwest, intending to launch a risky attack, a coordinated attack from within! If this plan succeeds, Shuofeng is in grave danger!"

Upon hearing this, all the generals in the hall gasped, their expressions changing drastically. Although they had previously harbored such concerns, now that the evidence was irrefutable and elite Di Rong soldiers were captured, the sense of crisis suddenly became overwhelming.

"General!" the scout battalion commander said, clasping his hands in greeting. "Since there's an inside agent, how should we deal with the Black Wind Valley ambush? Should we immediately send troops to wipe them out?"

"Suppression? No." A cold glint flashed in Zhao Polu's eyes as he slowly shook his head. "To alert the enemy would be counterproductive. Now that we know their scheme, let's play along!"

He stood up, his burly frame casting a large shadow in the lamplight. He walked to the map and pointed heavily at Black Wind Valley: "Tuoba Ye wants to use this Wolf Cavalry as a surprise attack to stab us in the back. Well then, we'll lure him into a trap and beat him down! Lin Feng!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Lin Feng stepped forward, aggravating his wounds, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his voice remained steady.

"How badly are you injured? Can you still hold on?" Zhao Polu asked, looking at his pale face and blood-stained bandages.

"A mere flesh wound will not hinder military affairs!" Lin Feng declared resolutely.

"Good!" Zhao Polu nodded approvingly, his eyes no longer showing any of the previous scrutiny or reservation, only pure trust and reliance.

"I hereby appoint you as the acting Chief Scout of the Southwest Defense Zone, overseeing all reconnaissance, early warning, and counter-infiltration matters along the line from Heifengyu to the West and South Gates! A portion of the original scout battalion is hereby transferred to your command! You are also granted the authority to make independent decisions on the spot; any suspicious persons or signs related to the Southwest defense may be investigated first and reported later!"

Upon hearing this, all the generals in the hall were taken aback.

The position of Chief Scout, though not a permanent high-ranking post, wields immense power, especially during wartime. Responsible for the eyes and ears of a designated defense zone, it requires exceptional experience, outstanding ability, and the absolute trust of the commander-in-chief. Lin Feng, though newly arrived and having rendered great service, is still relatively inexperienced. Zhao Polu's actions undoubtedly entrust the eyes and ears of the southwest defense zone entirely to this young man! What immense trust and responsibility this is!

Lin Feng was also shocked. He knew that this risky reconnaissance had earned him trust, but he did not expect Zhao Polu to be so decisive and grant him such great power.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice, "This subordinate obeys the order! I will certainly live up to the Commander's trust, and ensure that the Di Rong spies have nowhere to hide, thus safeguarding the southwestern defense line!"

"Get up!" Zhao Polu helped Lin Feng up, patted his uninjured right shoulder forcefully, and glanced at the generals in the hall.

"Lin Feng's abilities are evident to all. This promotion, a reward for his contributions, is also a response to a critical mission! I hope you will all work together to resist foreign aggression!"

"We will obey the Commander's orders!" the generals responded in unison, their gazes toward Lin Feng now less scrutinizing and more filled with recognition and solemnity.

In the military, competence speaks volumes. Lin Feng earned their respect with the intelligence he risked his life to retrieve and his courage.

"As for these three tongues..." Zhao Polu's gaze shifted to the Di Rong prisoners kneeling on the ground, his tone suddenly turning chilling, "Pry their mouths open!"

"Yes, sir!" Two burly, menacing military executioners stepped forward and dragged the three struggling and cursing Di Rong prisoners away like chickens. Soon, suppressed, chilling screams and stern interrogations came from the side hall.

The generals in the hall remained unmoved, clearly accustomed to this situation.

Such is the nature of war: to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to one's own comrades.

Zhao Polu then meticulously arranged adjustments to the southwest defense line, specifying where to reinforce troops, how to deploy sentries, how to lay traps, and how to lure the Di Rong surprise attack deep into the enemy's territory and then encircle and annihilate them... Each military order was clear and decisive, demonstrating the demeanor of a renowned general.

Lin Feng listened attentively, and based on his memory of the terrain of Black Wind Valley, he offered supplementary suggestions from time to time, all of which were adopted by Zhao Polu.

The meeting continued until late into the night.

With everything arranged, the generals went about their duties, leaving only Zhao Polu, Lin Feng, and a few key advisors in the hall.

Zhao Polu rubbed his throbbing temples, looked at Lin Feng whose face was growing paler, and softened his tone: "Lin Feng, your injuries are quite serious. Go and rest first. The army doctor is waiting outside. The handover of the scouting matters in the southwest can wait until tomorrow. Your health is the most important thing; don't push yourself too hard."

"Thank you for your concern, Commander. I understand." Lin Feng was indeed feeling somewhat exhausted. He stopped trying to be strong, clasped his hands in a salute, and left the council hall.

Sure enough, a military doctor was waiting under the eaves of the commander's mansion. After re-examining his wound and changing the dressing, Lin Feng, supported by his personal guards, returned to a secluded courtyard that Zhao Polu had temporarily allocated to him to rest—a special privilege for his new position, and also to facilitate his recovery and handling of military affairs.

Lying on the hard bed, despite being exhausted and with his wounds throbbing, Lin Feng's mind was unusually clear.

The appearance of the Wolf Riders confirmed that Di Rong did indeed have a surprise attack plan. Therefore, the "Shadow Hawks" within the city would inevitably act at a crucial moment. What were their objectives? To create chaos? To open the city gates? To breach the defenses? Or… a more deadly conspiracy?

And then there's... "Yun Li" in that courtyard on West Back Street. For some reason, her image clearly emerges amidst my chaotic thoughts.

Lin Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly.

What's wrong with me? In such a dangerous situation, bearing such a heavy responsibility, I'm still thinking about a woman I've only met a few times, whose identity is a mystery.

Perhaps it was the shock of today's bloodshed and death that made him especially nostalgic for the tranquility and warmth he felt during their brief time together.

"Yun Li..." He murmured the name in his heart, and his chaotic thoughts gradually settled down, and the pain seemed to lessen a little.