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

The midnight hour in Shuofeng City was shattered by a sudden burst of flames and the sounds of battle.

However, the anticipated large-scale chaos did not occur.

As soon as the fire started, soldiers who had been lying in ambush nearby emerged from the shadows. Some of them were well-trained and organized the able-bodied men in the area to fight the main fire and prevent the fire from spreading to the residential area; others pounced on the arsonists and their "Shadow Scouts" henchmen like cheetahs.

"Take them alive!" Old Dao charged ahead, his sword gleaming coldly in the firelight. With a single stroke, he sent a rioter who was smashing an oil canister towards the granary flying, shouting fiercely, "Resistants, kill without mercy!"

The battle erupted suddenly in the streets and alleys, but was quickly divided and suppressed. "Shadow" clearly did not expect the defenders to react so swiftly and be well-prepared. The hastily organized resistance was no match for the elite Shuofeng Border Army; amidst screams, men were constantly being cut down and pinned down. One arson point after another was brought under control, and although the fires were not completely extinguished, they were effectively contained.

Almost simultaneously, the tightly closed doors of "Zhang's" blacksmith shop were smashed open, and the ambushing soldiers rushed in. Several burly men who were loading "scrap iron" onto carts in the backyard were disarmed and bound before they could even draw their weapons. In the cellar, dozens of modified crossbows, hundreds of sharpened long knives, a large number of arrows, and several boxes of sulfur saltpeter, which were strictly prohibited from being privately possessed, were seized.

In the backyard of the "Old Locust Tree" tavern, the fighting intensified. Seeing the signal to light the fire fail to elicit the expected chaos at the city gates, the leaders—Huai Niang, Liu Laosan, Sun the Cripple, and Wang Heng—realized the danger and immediately rallied their followers, attempting to break out through the secret passage in the tavern cellar. However, the exit had already been blocked by Lin Feng's troops. A brief but bloody battle unfolded in the tavern's backyard, with blood splattering everywhere. Ultimately, Huai Niang was captured alive, Liu Laosan and Sun the Cripple were killed on the spot, Wang Heng was seriously wounded and captured, and the remaining followers were either killed or surrendered. The sheer number of weapons and armor recovered from the cellar was staggering.

Inside the west gate, Wang Heng's mole, following the plan, saw the signal of "three lights and three dims" from the torches on the city wall at midnight and immediately shouted: "The spies have infiltrated! The spies have set fire! Quickly, put out the fire!" At the same time, several bribed soldiers swung their swords at their comrades, trying to create chaos, while another group rushed towards the gate's mechanism, raising their hammers to smash it down!

"Attack!" A thunderous shout rang out. Dozens of elite soldiers, who had been lying in ambush, sprang from their hiding places, their blades flashing like snow, instantly engulfing the rioting garrison. The ringleaders who attempted to sabotage the mechanisms were hacked to pieces. The chaos was swiftly suppressed in its infancy. Though startled, the garrison at the city gate remained composed. Under the command of their officers, they quickly regained their footing, returned to their positions, nocked their crossbows, and aimed their spears at the darkness outside the city.

Inside the South Gate, the situation was similar. Just as two white lanterns hung at the back door of the "Old Locust Tree" tavern, the lurking informants were about to launch a riot and storm the side gate when the ambushing soldiers suddenly charged out, their blades flashing and blood splattering. Several spies attempting to open the side gate were riddled with arrows. The South Gate commander, Captain Wang, his face ashen, personally oversaw the battle, quickly clearing the remaining enemy from the gate and firmly securing the city gate.

However, the victory within the city was merely the prelude.

Almost simultaneously with the flames soaring into the sky and the sounds of battle erupting within the city—

"Woo—woo—woo—" A deep and desolate horn sound, like a call from hell, suddenly rang out from the Black Wind Valley in the southwest of Shuofeng City, piercing through the night and carrying far away! Immediately afterward, three thick plumes of smoke rose straight up from the distant mountain ridge, particularly dazzling in the firelight—the highest level of warning beacon fires from the direction of Black Wind Valley!

"Enemy attack! From the direction of Black Wind Valley! Wolf Cavalry! At least three hundred riders, heading straight for the west gate!" The sentry's hoarse shouts came from the watchtower on the city wall, carried on the night wind.

They're here! The last trace of doubt in Lin Feng's heart vanished.

As expected, the Di Rong wolf cavalry launched a surprise attack amidst the chaos, and they chose the west gate, which appeared to be in disarray, as the defenses were in place! If they hadn't been prepared, with the gate's mechanisms destroyed and an insider causing trouble, the west gate of Shuofeng City would have been in grave danger with the sudden arrival of these three hundred elite wolf cavalry!

He had already ridden swiftly to the west gate tower. His shoulder injury throbbed with pain from the violent jolting and his tense mind, but he seemed oblivious, standing with his hand on his sword, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning the deep darkness outside the city. Behind him stood the west gate guards, who had just experienced a brief period of chaos, now exuding murderous intent and ready for battle.

"Archers! Nock your bows! Crossbows, prepare! Target: 200 paces outside the city, cover fire!" Lin Feng's voice was cold and clear, carrying through the night wind. "Swordsmen and shield bearers, block the gates! Pikemen, form ranks! No one is to open the city gates without my order! Anyone who approaches the city gates within 100 paces, whoever they are, shoot them!"

"Yes, sir!"

The orders were relayed down the chain of command, and the sounds of armor clanging and bowstrings being drawn echoed from the city walls, creating an atmosphere of impending doom.

The soldiers held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on the city walls. In the firelight, their faces, young or weathered, showed tension and fear, but above all, a resolute, death-defying courage. Their homes lay behind them; there was no turning back!

The sound of horses' hooves! Like muffled thunder rolling across the earth, it grew louder and louder as it approached, making the city walls seem to tremble slightly. In the darkness, countless eerie green lights flickered—the eyes of the warhorses beneath the wolf cavalry, reflecting a fierce glint in the dim torchlight.

Three hundred Di and Rong wolf riders, gagged and with their horses' hooves wrapped in mud, originally planned to approach silently and seize the gate amidst the chaos. However, when they rushed out of the last treacherous path of Black Wind Valley, they did not see the chaotic, wide-open city gate as they had expected, but rather the guards standing ready on the city walls, along with the beacon fires soaring into the sky and the shouts of battle. They knew that their plan had changed and the sneak attack was no longer possible.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released! The leading Di Rong general, clad in iron armor and wearing a wolf-headed helmet, suddenly raised his scimitar and roared like a wild beast in the Di Rong language: "Warriors! May the Eternal Heaven protect us! Charge in! Wealth and women are right before our eyes!"

"Roar!!!" The three hundred wolf riders roared in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding area. No longer concealing their movements, the sound of their hooves intensified, like a black torrent of steel, launching a desperate charge towards the west gate of Shuofeng City! Their hooves shattered the earth, kicking up billowing dust, and their killing intent, like tangible ice spikes, pierced the city walls!

"Release the arrows!" Lin Feng calculated the distance, his eyes flashing with cold light, and swung his hand down fiercely!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The bowstring rang out, like the sigh of death.

The archers and crossbowmen, who were already prepared on the city wall, unleashed a torrent of arrows that had been gathering momentum! The dense rain of arrows tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and rained down on the charging wolf cavalry!

"Raise your shields!" The Di Rong wolf cavalry, seasoned veterans, had already raised their round shields to protect their heads, faces, and horses' vitals during the charge. But at such close range, with such a dense rain of arrows, and attacking from below, the shields could not provide complete protection. In an instant, men and horses fell. The first few dozen riders, along with their horses, were riddled with arrows, writhing and screaming as they rolled to the ground, only to be trampled into the mud by the horses behind them who could not stop in time! Blood instantly stained the ground below the city walls.

But the wolf riders' momentum only faltered slightly. More cavalrymen, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, continued charging with bloodshot eyes and howling! They knew that if they stopped, they would be sitting ducks for arrows. Only by charging forward and getting close to the city walls could they survive!

"Crossbow! Fire!" Lin Feng's voice remained unchanged as he gave the order again.

The heavy ballistae mounted behind the crenellations of the city walls emitted a teeth-grinding twang as thick bolts, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, whistled out! This weapon, specifically designed to deal with large targets and dense formations, displayed terrifying power at this moment. A single bolt could often pierce through two or three cavalrymen in succession, stringing them together like candied hawthorns and sending them flying! Below the city walls, shouts and neighing erupted, chaos reigned, and the charging formation was brutally torn apart.

"Archers, free fire! Target: enemy reinforcements!" Lin Feng stared intently at the city below, constantly adjusting his orders.

The arrows rained down relentlessly, wave after wave. Soon, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers beneath the city walls. The Di Rong wolf cavalry's charge was completely halted; at a distance of about a hundred paces from the walls, they were trapped in a death zone, each step forward costing them dearly.

"Fire! Fire! Hold them off!" the officers roared hoarsely. The archers' arms were already numb, but they gritted their teeth and mechanically repeated the actions of nocking arrows, drawing the string, and releasing them. Logs and stones were also carried up to the city wall by laborers shouting, and rained down, crushing and breaking the wolf riders who tried to approach the wall.

Seeing his charge thwarted and his casualties heavy, the Di Rong wolf cavalry general knew that there was no chance of breaching the city today. If he delayed any longer, reinforcements from Shuofeng City would arrive, and his three hundred elite troops would likely perish. He let out a furious, unwilling roar and brandished his scimitar: "Retreat! Retreat now!"

The surviving wolf riders, as if granted a pardon, turned their horses around and galloped back the way they came, leaving behind a field of corpses and wailing wounded soldiers, utterly disheveled.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!" Lin Feng sneered, having already anticipated that the other party would run away.

"Cavalry! Sail out of the city in pursuit! No need for a long chase, just disperse them, focus on killing the wounded and capturing their horses and armor!"

"Boom!" The west gate burst open, and the three hundred Shuofeng light cavalry, who had been gathering and waiting inside, surged out like tigers released from their cages, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing Di Rong wolf cavalry! A hail of arrows rained down from the city walls, while the cavalry pressed their attack, resulting in another bloody battle. By the time the pursuing cavalry dragged captured warhorses and armor, and escorted a few prisoners back to the city, only a vast expanse of wrecked corpses and a lingering, thick stench of blood remained on the open fields outside.

The garrison at the West Gate erupted in thunderous cheers! They had repelled the elite Di Rong raid with minimal losses, killing over a hundred and capturing countless spoils—a truly great victory!

Lin Feng, however, showed little joy. He stood atop the city wall, gazing at the battlefield outside the city that was gradually subsiding, his brows furrowed slightly.

They repelled a surprise attack, but the main force of the Di Rong remained unscathed. Although the "Shadow Scouts" within the city were severely damaged, their leader, "Swan Head," had not yet been captured, and his connections with certain forces, even within the court, remained shrouded in mystery. Tonight was just the beginning.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, where, besides the amulet, there was also the blood-stained orchid handkerchief.

"I'm going to confirm something." Lin Feng turned and strode down the city wall.

Lin Feng led his warhorse over, mounted it, and said to the guards who were about to follow, "You stay here and assist Lao Dao. I can go alone."

Without waiting for his guards' response, he spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed loudly, galloping off towards West Back Street.