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

"He jumped off the cliff!" came the exclamation from the cliff.

Han Chong rushed to the edge of the cliff, but saw only swirling clouds and mist, and no human figure in sight.

"We need to find him alive or dead! Go down the cliff and search!"

In the darkness of night, Lin Feng did not fall into the deep valley.

In the instant he leaped, he grabbed a thick, horizontal vine, used the momentum to swing, and swung like a monkey toward a protruding rock on the cliff face.

Behind the rocks, there was a cave entrance hidden by vines!

He rolled into the cave and lay down to listen quietly.

The cliff was noisy with voices, but no one noticed the hidden cave entrance.

A moment later, the footsteps faded into the distance, and the pursuers detoured down the cliff.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and then looked around at where he was.

This is a natural cave, not large, but dry.

The cave was deep, extending into the mountainside. He lit a tinderbox and carefully made his way inside.

The tunnel twists and turns downwards, widening as you go, with a faint, metallic, rusty smell in the air.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a faint light appeared ahead.

It wasn't daylight, but...firelight? And human voices?

Lin Feng extinguished the torch and crept over silently.

Turning a corner, the sight before him made his pupils shrink sharply—

A huge, man-made mine shaft came into view.

The cave was over ten zhang high and a hundred zhang in circumference, its walls made of dark red rock layers, studded with specks of dull metallic luster. It was iron ore! And of extremely high grade!

Inside the mine, dozens of men were wielding picks to extract ore, the clanging sounds filling the air.

Looking around, there were piles of ore like small mountains, several mine carts, and a few men with knives on guard, drinking and eating meat around a campfire.

Bandits! This is a gang of bandits who have taken over the mountains and are secretly mining abandoned government mines!

Lin Feng lay in hiding, observing carefully.

These bandits were undisciplined, but their numbers were considerable, estimated to be no less than fifty or sixty.

The ore they mined was not transported away, but piled up in a corner of the mine, seemingly hoarding it, waiting for something.

"Damn it, when will this ever end?"

A one-eyed man took a swig of liquor and cursed, "I'm digging for stones in this dark, sunless cave every day, my bones are rusting!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" A scarred leader glared at him.

"We've stockpiled enough goods. Once the people from 'over there' come to pick them up, it'll be enough for us to live comfortably for six months. If you want to go down the mountain and have some fun, you'd better get to work!"

"Boss, who exactly is that person 'over there'? They're so mysterious, always wearing a mask when they come, but they're quick to pay up."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!" the scarred leader sternly ordered.

"Knowing too much might cost you your head!"

Everyone fell silent and buried themselves in their work.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat—sure enough, there was someone behind this group of bandits! They were mining for some mysterious force and delivering the goods regularly.

As dusk fell, the sound of horses' hooves echoed outside the mine. The scarred leader's eyes lit up: "They're here! Get your spirits up!"

The bandits put down their tools and gathered at the cave entrance.

Lin Feng crept closer silently and hid behind a pile of rubble to observe.

Three masked men dressed in black entered, the leader being a short, stocky man with sharp, eagle-like eyes.

The scarred leader stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "Third Master, you've arrived! The goods are all ready, and the quality is absolutely top-notch!"

The short, stocky man grunted in agreement, walked to the pile of ore, picked up a few pieces at random, examined them, scraped the cut surfaces with his small knife, and nodded: "Not bad. Same as always, load it onto the truck."

With a wave of his hand, the scarred leader ordered the bandits to immediately load the ore into several large carts waiting outside the cave.

The short, stocky man and the scarred leader walked aside and spoke in hushed tones.

"I'll come back to pick up the goods on the fifth of next month. Remember, if even a whisper of this gets out, your Black Wind Stronghold will be wiped out completely."

The scarred leader turned pale and repeatedly said, "Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, Third Master!"

Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

This short, stocky man spoke with great arrogance, clearly indicating that he had considerable backing. Moreover, why were they so desperate for iron ore? What were they planning to do with it?

After the ore was loaded, the short, stocky man took a heavy cloth bag from his pocket and tossed it to the scarred leader: "This is the deposit. Pay the other half after the remaining goods are delivered."

The scarred leader took it, weighed it in his hand, and beamed, "Thank you, Third Master!"

The short, stocky man said no more and led his men to escort the convoy away.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Feng quietly withdrew from the mine and followed the tracks left by the bandits deeper into the mountains. He wanted to find the bandits' lair—Black Wind Stronghold.

The mountain road was rugged, but bandits often traveled it, leaving a faint trail.

After traveling about ten miles, a simple wooden village appeared in the mountain valley ahead. There was a watchtower at the village gate and guards at the entrance.

He went around to the back of the village, climbed a big tree, and looked down at the situation inside the village.

The village was small, with about twenty or thirty wooden houses. The largest one in the center was probably the bandit leader's residence. At this moment, the village was empty; most people were still in the mines.

Only a few elderly, weak, women and children were busy, and about a dozen bandits were drinking and gambling.

Lin Feng quietly climbed down the tree, crept to a wooden hut at the edge of the village where miscellaneous items were piled up, and waited for nightfall.

As night fell, the bandits from the mine returned, and the village suddenly became noisy.

They ate large chunks of meat, drank large bowls of wine, and their shouts, laughter, and curses filled the air.

Under the cover of night, Lin Feng sneaked into the village and hid in the shadow of the woodpile behind the bandit leader's wooden house.

Inside the house, the scarred leader—"One-Eyed Dragon" Liu Heizi, the chief of Black Wind Stronghold—was drinking with several of his trusted lieutenants.

"Brother, who is this Third Master today? He's really generous!" a tall, thin man asked.

Liu Heizi took a swig of wine and lowered his voice: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. All we know is that he's a big shot from the north, with connections everywhere. We just need to focus on mining and collecting money; don't pry into anything else."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"But brother," another bald man leered, "we've been cooped up in these mountains for so long, shouldn't we go down and have some fun? I heard that a few days ago, the daughter of Su Baiwan, a wealthy merchant from Yingchuan City, was going back to her hometown to visit relatives. She's a beauty as beautiful as a fairy..."

A lecherous glint flashed in Liu Heizi's eyes: "Is the information accurate?"

"Absolutely true! Miss Su took the official road in front of our mountain. The escorting servants were only about twenty men, all just for show. Let's strike at night and get both her and the money!"

"Good!" Liu Heizi slammed his hand on the table.

"Let's make our move tomorrow night! We'll grab that Miss Su, have a go first, then let the brothers have some fun!"

The crowd laughed and joked, and obscene words and phrases were heard everywhere.

Behind the woodpile, Lin Feng's eyes were icy cold.

This gang of bandits committed murder, robbery, kidnapping wives and daughters, and all sorts of atrocities.

But he was alone at the moment and couldn't afford to alert the enemy. He had to wait for the mysterious buyer to reappear and find out who was behind him.

The next day, Lin Feng lay in wait in the village and figured out the layout of the village and the guards' changing of the guard schedule.

As evening fell, the bandits finished their work early and gathered in the stronghold to sharpen their knives and guns, preparing for their nighttime operation.

Liu Heizi selected thirty capable men and personally led them down the mountain.

Lin Feng quietly followed.

On a dark and windy night, the official road snaked like a serpent.

A group of more than twenty people were traveling at night, with a magnificent carriage in the middle and servants guarding the front and back.

The carriage curtains were drawn low, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

It was the Su family's racing team.

As they reached a treacherous bend in the mountain, dozens of torches suddenly lit up ahead! Liu Heizi and his men charged out of the forest, pouncing on the convoy like wolves and tigers!

"Kill! Leave no one alive!" Liu Heizi grinned maliciously.

The servants hastily engaged in battle, but they were no match for these ruthless bandits. In the blink of an eye, more than half of them were killed or wounded.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a young girl in a light purple dress peeked out in fright. Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her skin was as white as snow. She was none other than Su Wanyue, the young lady of the Su family.

"Miss, run!" an old servant shouted hoarsely, only to be slashed down by a bandit.

Su Wanyue's face was deathly pale, but she gritted her teeth, pulled a dagger from her bosom, held it to her neck, and shouted sharply, "Don't come any closer! Or I'll die here!"