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

As dawn broke, traces of last night's sandstorm still lingered on the Gobi Desert.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die." Lin Feng's voice was hoarse, but clear.

"We must find Camel Ridge. Adu said there's a spring there. Yan Qing."

"exist."

"Take a few of your best-eyed, most observant brothers and scout ahead."

"Yes, sir!"

Yan Qing left with a few people.

After a long pause, he turned back, his face revealing neither joy nor sorrow: "General, about ten miles to the southeast, there are fresh wheel tracks on the sand, as if a large camel caravan had passed by."

"A caravan?" Han Tao frowned. "Such a large caravan in this season and in this place?"

"It could also be a trap," Lin Feng said slowly.

"The sand fox knows we're short of water and have lost our guide. Using a caravan as bait to lure us there is the perfect solution."

"Shall we go or not?" Lei Bao asked, his eyes wide.

"Go." Lin Feng said decisively.

Soon, the team split into two.

Lin Feng, along with Lei Bao, Yan Qing, and three hundred elite soldiers, sped towards the wheel tracks.

Slowly, they ventured deeper into a more rugged area, filled with weathered rock pillars and deep ravines.

The terrain became increasingly complex, with towering rock walls on both sides and the sky cut into narrow slits.

"This place... is a damn good spot for an ambush," Lei Bao muttered.

Two miles away from the caravan, Lin Feng arranged the division of labor.

Lin Feng led about a hundred men, with horses at the ready, and "panickedly" ran out from behind the rocky promontory, heading straight for the valley.

"Who goes there?!"

The "guard" on guard duty at the valley entrance immediately jumped up "on alert," drew his sword, and shouted.

"Heroes! We are the Shuofeng Border Army, ordered to suppress bandits, but we've lost our way and run out of water! Please, have mercy and sell us some water! The price is negotiable!"

Lin Feng deliberately panted heavily, his face showing anxiety, and shouted loudly.

The "merchants" and "guards" in the valley exchanged glances.

A merchant who appeared to be the leader stood up and asked in broken Chinese, "The Shuofeng Army? What are you doing here?"

"Just us," Lin Feng said, leading his men "eagerly" into the valley.

A barely perceptible glint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Hu merchant leader.

He looked troubled: "We don't have much water either... Why don't you come in and rest for a bit, and I'll have someone share some with you."

He gave his men a wink, and several "guards" seemingly casually moved to their new positions, subtly blocking the valley entrance.

Lin Feng seemed oblivious, leading his men into the center of the valley, only twenty or thirty steps away from the "merchants" and their goods.

It's now!

Lin Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sharply, "Attack!"

"kill--!"

Almost simultaneously, on the high slope to the left, Lei Bao, like a tiger descending the mountain, brandished his double hammers and led a hundred fierce soldiers in a roaring charge down the slope!

At the valley entrance on the right, a hundred archers behind Yan Qing unleashed a hail of arrows, instantly pinning several sentries at the valley entrance to the ground!

The "Sand Fox" imposters in the valley were caught off guard by this sudden attack from both inside and outside!

"We've fallen for their trap! They're the elite troops of the Shuofeng Dogs! We'll fight them!"

The Hu merchant leader ripped off his turban, revealing a ferocious face, and drew his curved sword, roaring wildly.

The surrounding "merchants" and "guards" also tore off their disguises and revealed their weapons, totaling nearly two hundred people!

"Well done!" Lei Bao laughed wildly, swinging his twin hammers like a whirlwind into the enemy ranks. Wherever he passed, men and horses fell, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The fierce soldiers behind him, like tigers descending from the mountain, brandished their swords and spears, and engaged in a fierce battle with the bandits disguised as Sand Fox.

Lin Feng led his hundred men in a wedge formation, charging straight into the heart of the enemy ranks, their target the Hu merchant leader!

"Protect the master!" Several loyal sand foxes howled and pounced on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's long saber moved like a dragon, unleashing a powerful "Mount Hua Cleave" that cleaved a sand fox in two, sword and all. Without pausing, he dodged a spear thrust from the side, his blade flashing back to slice another sand fox to the ground, clutching its bleeding neck.

Seeing Lin Feng's ferocity, the merchant leader turned pale and retreated repeatedly, ordering his guards, "Block him! Fire arrows! Shoot him dead!"

Several sand fox archers hastily fired their arrows, which Lin Feng parried with his sword. The arrows flew in a flurry of clanging sounds.

He kicked a round shield off the ground with a sudden kick. The shield spun and smashed down an archer. At the same time, he rushed forward and was already in front of the Hu merchant leader!

"Die!" The Hu merchant leader's eyes flashed with ferocity as his curved blade whistled as it slashed towards Lin Feng's neck.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded, but instead raised his longsword to meet the attack head-on!

"clang--!"

A deafening roar erupted, sparks flew everywhere! The Hu merchant leader felt an immense force, his hand split open, and his scimitar flew out of his grasp! He was horrified and hastily retreated.

Lin Feng pressed his advantage relentlessly, his blade flashing like a shadow, aiming straight for the man's heart. The Hu merchant leader let out a strange cry, tumbling backward in a sorry state, grabbing a nearby subordinate to shield himself.

"Pfft!" The long sword pierced through the sand fox's chest, its momentum undiminished, the tip of the blade protruding and slicing a deep, bone-revealing gash on the shoulder of the Hu merchant leader!

"Ah!" The Hu merchant leader screamed in agony, scrambling and crawling behind the camel caravan to hide, before desperately fleeing.

"Where do you think you're going!" Lin Feng was about to give chase.

Suddenly, a roar and a muffled thud came from the side. With one blow, Lei Bao smashed an exceptionally tall Sand Fox warrior wielding a spiked club to his knees, club and all. The other blow followed immediately, smashing the warrior's head to pieces! Red and white matter splattered all over the ground.

The tall, fierce general seemed to be another leader of this group of sand foxes. With his death, the morale of the sand foxes was greatly dampened.

"The leader is dead!"

"Run!"

The remaining Sand Foxes had lost all will to fight. With a shout, they scattered and fled, some trying to seize horses, others squeezing into the crevices of the rock wall.

"Chase them! Leave no one alive!" Lin Feng shouted.

The morale of the Shuofeng Army soared, and they pursued relentlessly. Shahu left behind nearly a hundred corpses, with only a few dozen men managing to escape in disarray into the complex terrain and disappear from sight.

"Check the battlefield! See what's in the camel caravan!" Lin Feng sheathed his sword, slightly out of breath.

The soldiers lifted the tarpaulin, revealing the goods underneath—bundles of arrows, sacks of coarse rice, and even several tightly bound large wooden crates. Prying them open, they found brand-new, gleaming weapons—knives! Guns! And a dozen or so finely crafted crossbows!

"It's military equipment!" Han Tao, who had led a large force to the scene following the signal, gasped in shock.

"Judging by the style, it's neither from the Di or Rong peoples, nor from the Western Regions; it seems more like... official production from the Central Plains!"

"General! There's another one alive here! He's a Han Chinese!"

Two soldiers dragged over a middle-aged man with an arrow wound in his thigh and a pale face.

Lin Feng walked up to him, squatted down, and his gaze was like a knife: "Are you from the Central Plains? Who sent you? Who are these weapons being delivered to?"

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It was...it was Lord 'Divine Messenger'! He's the one who arranged for us to smuggle them out of Suzhou! To give them to...to Lord 'Sand Scorpion'! I was just a lowly foreman in charge of the transport, I didn't know anything!"

"A divine messenger?" Lin Feng pressed, "Does he only have four fingers on his right hand?"

"It's...it's him! Everyone calls him 'Four-Finger Divine Messenger,' and this batch of weapons is destined for Blackwind Fortress!"

Where is Blackwind Fortress located in the Shifting Sands? How do I get there?

"I don't know! I really don't know! Only a few leaders and a handful of confidants know the exact location, and everyone has to be blindfolded to enter and exit! I only know that it's to the west of 'Devil City'," the middle-aged man cried bitterly.

"General, what do we do next? According to this prisoner, the Sand Fox's lair, Black Wind Fortress, will be hard to find. We're also running low on water." Han Tao said worriedly.

"Find water. There must be a water source nearby, otherwise Sand Fox wouldn't have chosen this place for the handover. Send people to search carefully in the valley!"

Soon, the soldiers discovered a deliberately concealed seepage spring at the foot of a rock wall on one side of the sand valley!

"There's always a way out!" Lei Bao was overjoyed.

The entire army rested here for a day, replenished some water, and then embarked on their journey again.

This time, the target was clear—the Devil City.