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

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his longsword drawing an arc in front of him, deflecting the three bone-piercing nails with a series of clangs. But the man in the green robe was already at his chest!

In the nick of time, Lin Feng abandoned his knife and, with lightning speed, extended his left hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to precisely catch the tip of the sword that was thrusting towards his chest!

"What?!" the man in the blue robe exclaimed in surprise.

He thrust forward with all his might, but the sword tip remained completely still! It was as if it were embedded in iron and stone.

Lin Feng flipped his right hand and struck the man in the green robe in the chest with his palm.

"Bang!"

The dull thud was like the sound of rotten leather.

The man in the green robe flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into two pine trees as thick as bowls before falling heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to stand up, but felt a sharp pain in his chest. At least three of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were churning. He couldn't breathe for a moment.

Lin Feng walked up to him, picked up the long knife from the ground, and pointed the tip at his throat.

"Who sent you?" Lin Feng's voice was icy.

The man in the blue robe gave a bitter laugh: "There are rules in every trade; I can't say."

"Then you're useless." Lin Feng lowered his wrist, the tip of the knife pressed against the skin of his throat, and blood seeped out.

"Wait!" The man in the blue robe felt the chill of death and finally panicked.

"I said! It's...it's Jinling..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out from the woods.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of bowstrings vibrating rang out from all directions, and dozens of rockets shot towards the convoy like meteors!

"Watch out for rockets!" Lei Bao roared.

Lin Feng's expression changed. He disregarded the man in the blue robe, retreated quickly, and swung his long sword to deflect the rockets aimed at the carriage.

However, there were too many rockets, and they were covered in highly flammable oil, so they would ignite upon landing.

In the blink of an eye, flames erupted on the carriage, the grass on the ground, and even the tree trunks, billowing thick smoke.

"Cough cough... Protect Miss!" Zhou Tong cried out hoarsely, clutching his chest wound.

Shen Qingyi had been helped out of the carriage by her maid and covered her mouth and nose with a damp cloth, but the thick smoke made her tears stream down her face.

The horses pulling the cart were startled, broke free of their reins, and charged into the fire with neighing, only to be quickly engulfed by the flames.

"Go!" Lin Feng grabbed Shen Qingyi's wrist, shielding her behind him, and shouted to Lei Bao and the others.

"Charge south! Forget about the carriages and horses!"

Protecting Shen Qingyi, the crowd charged southward amidst a hail of arrows.

The men in black, terrified by Lin Feng's attack and seeing the fire spreading, dared not pursue him relentlessly, and only fired arrows from a distance.

After rushing for more than a mile, we finally emerged from the pine forest.

Flames soared into the sky behind them, and thick smoke billowed, turning half the sky black.

The group stopped, panting heavily.

Zhou Tong and one of the guards suffered worse injuries and could barely stand.

Shen Qingyi's hair was disheveled and her face was covered in cigarette ash, but her eyes remained calm.

She looked at Lin Feng and saw that his arm had been grazed by the rocket, leaving a series of blisters. She quickly said, "Young Master Lin, you're injured!"

"It's just a minor injury." Lin Feng tore off a piece of his shirt and hastily bandaged the wound, but his gaze was fixed on the way he came.

That man in the blue robe has probably already been rescued by his accomplices.

"Miss, the carriages and horses are all destroyed, and the luggage is also..." the maid said, her voice trembling with tears.

"It's good that everyone is alright."

Shen Qingyi took a deep breath and looked at Lin Feng, "Young Master Lin, I've dragged you into this again."

"It's none of your business," Lin Feng shook his head. "They're after me."

How do you know?

"That man in the blue robe was targeting the imperial inspector at Taibai Tower last night. But tonight, he's here for you."

Lin Feng analyzed.

"Moreover, the fact that he invited me to join them means they know my background, or at least... know that I'm not simple."

Shen Qingyi frowned: "Young Master, are you saying that their real target is you? I'm just... bait?"

"Or perhaps, they're trying to kill two birds with one stone."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"Jinling...it seems I have no choice but to go."

Shen Qingyi gave him a deep look: "No matter what the future holds, Qingyi is willing to walk with you, young master."

"I have no way to repay this kindness. Since you are going to Jinling, I am quite familiar with the place and may be able to lend you a hand. Besides..."

She paused, then said in a low voice, "Since those people want to kill me, they probably won't let the Shen family off the hook either. Rather than waiting to die, it's better to take the initiative to find out the truth. Young master, although Qingyi is a woman, she is not a coward."

Lin Feng looked into her clear and determined eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay."

"Thank you, young master." Shen Qingyi smiled, her face as bright as sunshine after rain.

The group treated the wounds briefly and took stock of the losses.

The carriages and horses were completely destroyed, and most of the luggage was burned, leaving only personal weapons, a small amount of dry rations, and some money. Zhou Tong's injuries were serious, and he needed to seek medical attention as soon as possible.

"Twenty li ahead is Shuangqiao Town. Once we get there, we'll buy a carriage and find a medical clinic," Lin Feng said.

The group helped each other as they continued south along the official road.

Behind them, the pine forest fire was still burning, with black smoke billowing into the sky, as if foreshadowing the dangers ahead.

Shuangqiao Town is named after two stone arch bridges that span a tributary of the Ying River.

As dusk approached, lanterns were already hung under the town gate, reflecting the wet glint of water on the bluestone path—it was raining again.

When Lin Feng and his group arrived at the town entrance, they were all in a sorry state.

"Let's find a clinic first," Lin Feng said.

After asking several people, I finally found a "Huichuntang" at the end of the street.

The doctor sitting in the clinic was an old man with a white beard. When he saw Zhou Tong's injuries, he was startled and quickly asked him to go to the back room for treatment.

"The knife wound penetrated into the lung, and the jolting caused excessive blood loss."

After taking his pulse, the old doctor shook his head and sighed, "I can only do my best to stop the bleeding and restore his vital energy. Whether he can make it through the night depends on his fate."

"Use the best medicine." Lin Feng took out two silver ingots and placed them on the table.

As we left Huichuntang, the rain intensified.

"Let's go to that one." Lin Feng pointed to a "Laike Inn" across the street, which had the largest storefront and three floors.

The innkeeper, recognizing Shen Qingyi's appearance and bearing, and noticing that Lin Feng and the others, though disheveled, still possessed sharp eyes, quickly put on a smile: "Guests, would you like to stay? How many rooms would you like?"

"I need a quiet courtyard and five superior rooms," Lin Feng said.

"The courtyard..." The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, looking troubled.

"Unfortunately, we're fully booked today, with only a few superior rooms left on the third floor. What do you think..."

"We need to go up to the roof. We need to be right next to it." Lin Feng was too lazy to waste any more words.

"Yes, yes, yes, rooms one through five on the third floor are all available!" The shopkeeper hurriedly instructed his assistant to lead the way.

Shen Qingyi had her maid prepare hot tea and send it to Lin Feng's room.

She had freshened up and changed into a clean, moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), but her face still betrayed her exhaustion.

"Young Master Lin, thank you so much for today." She poured tea and said softly.

"It's my duty." Lin Feng took the tea, but his gaze was fixed on the window.

In the rainy night, Shuangqiao Town was sparsely lit, with a distant tributary of the Ying River gleaming faintly in the darkness. "Something's not right about this town."

"Did you notice it too, young master?" Shen Qingyi sat down opposite him and lowered her voice.

"When I came in just now, I noticed that several inns on the street had their lights on, but they were unusually quiet inside. The innkeeper said they were full, but apart from us, there seemed to be no other guests in the inn."

"And another thing," Lin Feng added, "that old doctor at Huichuntang looked at the silver with a strange expression. It wasn't greed, it was... apprehension."

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Be more vigilant tonight." Lin Feng stood up. "Miss Shen, please rest early. I'll keep watch."

"I will take turns with you, young master..."

"No need," Lin Feng interrupted her.

"You've been frightened today, so get some rest. We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

Before Shen Qingyi could say anything more, she suddenly heard a commotion downstairs. Footsteps, shouts, and the innkeeper's panicked explanations mingled together.

"Here it comes." Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and his hand was already on the hilt of his knife.