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

Liu Heizi was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "This little lady's got some spirit! I like her! Brothers, take her! Alive!"

The bandits swarmed forward. Su Wanyue closed her eyes and forcefully slashed down with her dagger—

"clang!"

A pebble flew through the air and struck the dagger precisely! The dagger flew out of his hand.

Su Wanyue opened her eyes in astonishment and saw a black shadow swooping down from the treetops by the roadside like a large bird. The blade flashed like snow and instantly cut down three bandits!

It was Lin Feng! He finally made his move.

Liu Heizi roared in anger: "Who are you?!"

Lin Feng did not answer, his figure weaving through the bandits, and wherever his blade flashed, someone would fall.

He targeted vital points with ruthless skill; in the blink of an eye, seven or eight people had died.

The bandits were terrified by this sudden killing machine and dared not approach for a moment.

"Useless trash! Charge at me shoulder to shoulder!" Liu Heizi brandished his knife and pounced.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and he charged forward to meet the blade. The two swords clashed, sparks flying!

Liu Heizi felt a tremendous force surge in, his tiger's mouth split open, and the long sword slipped from his hand!

He retreated in horror, but Lin Feng followed closely, his blade already pressed against his neck.

"Hero, spare my life!" Liu Heizi was terrified.

"Tell your men to leave." Lin Feng's voice was icy.

"Back...back! All of you back!" Liu Heizi shouted hoarsely.

The remaining bandits looked at each other in bewilderment and slowly retreated.

Lin Feng said to Su Wanyue, "Get on the horse and let's go."

Su Wanyue snapped out of her daze and quickly climbed onto the nearest horse, but hesitated as she looked at Lin Feng: "My benefactor, you..."

"Go!" Lin Feng shouted sharply.

Su Wanyue gritted her teeth and spurred her horse to gallop. The few surviving servants hurriedly followed.

Lin Feng then looked at Liu Heizi and lowered his voice: "If you want to live, answer honestly. Who is this 'Third Master'?"

Liu Heizi said in a trembling voice, "I...I really don't know...He only lets us call him Third Master, and he always wears a mask when he comes..."

"When will he come next time?"

"Next...the fifth day of next month."

Where will the goods be delivered?

"The usual spot, at the mine entrance."

Lin Feng nodded, then pressed the blade down, slicing a gash on Liu Heizi's neck, but not fatally: "I'll spare your life today. If you dare utter a single word, I'll take your head. Get lost."

Liu Heizi felt as if he had been granted a pardon and fled in a panic. The remaining bandits also scattered in disarray.

Lin Feng frowned slightly as he looked in the direction where Su Wanyue had disappeared.

This woman will likely cause more trouble.

But right now, he had to return to Black Wind Stronghold—the bandits had fled back, leaving the stronghold empty, making it the perfect time to investigate.

He vanished into the night in a flash.

At midnight, Black Wind Village slept soundly in the darkness.

Lin Feng lay crouching in the shadows of the trees outside the wooden fence on the west side, like a lifeless stone.

There was a rotten spot in the fence, which I spotted during the day.

He waited for half an incense stick's time, making sure the bandit dozing on the watchtower hadn't woken up, before slithering through the gap like a snake and landing silently.

He moved close to the shadow of a wooden house, his ears picking up any sounds around him.

Lights shone from the large house to the east, emanating from it the sounds of boisterous laughter, curses, and drinking games. That was the bandits' gathering hall; they were probably still drinking there at the moment.

To the west, a row of dark wooden huts stood, the bandits' barracks, their snores rising and falling. To the south was the stable, the sound of horses snoring filling the air. To the north… was a precipice behind the stronghold, a dead end.

His goal was clear: the largest wooden house in the village, where Liu Heizi lived. If there were any clues, they would be there.

Just as they were about to move, footsteps suddenly came from the northeast corner.

Lin Feng immediately hid in the shadows between the wooden house and the fence, holding his breath.

Two bandits came along carrying lanterns, complaining as they went.

"...Damn it, we're stuck on the second half of the night watch. That scoundrel might still be in the mountains!"

"Let's keep quiet. The boss said that kid is injured and can't have gone far. We're going into the mountains to search for him tomorrow at dawn. We need to find him alive or dead."

"What about the young lady from the Su family?"

"Hehe, the boss said, we found her, let him have his fun for a few days first, then it'll be our turn. That girl, she's gorgeous..."

The two talked as they strolled over.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and he waited until they were far away before continuing to move.

He went to the back window of Liu Heizi's wooden house, bent down, licked the window paper until it was wet, and poked a small hole.

The lights were on inside, but the room was empty.

The furnishings were simple: a wooden bed, a square table, and two chairs. A thick-backed dagger with a blackened red silk hilt hung on the wall.

Liu Heizi is not here.

Lin Feng suddenly caught a very faint sobbing sound.

It was very light and oppressive, coming from the other side of the wooden house.

He frowned and quietly moved to the side.

There was a small window on the side, nailed shut with a wooden board, but light shone through the gap.

The crying became clearer; it was a woman's voice, filled with despair.

Is it...

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He used his dagger to pry open a loose wooden board and approached the gap.

The sight inside the room made his pupils shrink.

It was a side room filled with miscellaneous items. In the corner, a woman sat on the floor, her hands tied behind her back to a pillar, her hair disheveled, her light purple dress stained with mud, and tears streaming down her face. It was Su Wanyue, who was supposed to flee to Yingchuan!

She didn't escape; she was caught and brought back!

Standing beside her was a tall, thin bandit, leering as he loosened his belt: "Little lady, don't cry. Brother will take care of you..."

Su Wanyue shrank back desperately, her eyes filled with terror, but she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out loud.

"Wang Laowu, you're asking for it!"

The door was kicked open, and Liu Heizi barged in carrying a wine jug, kicking the tall, thin bandit in the waist.

"I haven't even touched it yet, what right do you have?"

"Boss... Boss, spare my life!" The tall, thin bandit scrambled away.

Liu Heizi closed the door, walked up to Su Wanyue, squatted down, and reached out to touch her face: "Little lady, why are you running away? Once you're in my Black Wind Stronghold, you're mine. Be a good girl and you'll have a good life."

"Pah!" Su Wanyue spat in his face.

Instead of getting angry, Liu Heizi laughed, wiped his face, and said, "That's fierce! I like it!" He then went to tear off her clothes.

Outside the window, a murderous glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

But he didn't move. Rushing in now might save Su Wanyue, but it would alert the enemy and cut off the trail.

Moreover, it would be unwise to fight those dozens of bandits outside head-on.

He suppressed his impulse and continued to observe.

Su Wanyue struggled desperately, but her hands were bound, and her efforts were in vain.

Her clothes were torn open, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly lowered her head and bit Liu Heizi's wrist!

Liu Heizi dodged it.

"You're asking for it!" Liu Heizi grinned maliciously and pulled out a hemp rope.

"Looks like I'll have to tie him up tighter to keep him in line!"

Suddenly, there was a frantic knocking at the door: "Boss! Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's all the noise about!" Liu Heizi shouted angrily.

"The granary...the granary is on fire!"

"What?!" Liu Heizi's expression changed drastically. He released Su Wanyue and rushed out the door.

Su Wanyue was left alone in the room, panting, tears silently streaming down her face.

Outside the window, Lin Feng's eyes flickered slightly. The granary was on fire? Was it an accident, or...?

Without further hesitation, he used his dagger to pry open the window panel, silently climbed in, and landed in front of Su Wanyue.

Su Wanyue trembled with fright, but when she saw who it was, her eyes lit up with surprise, which quickly turned into anxiety as she whispered, "My benefactor! How could you...?"

"Don't speak." Lin Feng cut the ropes binding her hands with a single stroke and helped her up.

"Can we walk?"

Su Wanyue nodded, but her legs went weak and she almost fell over—being tied up for so long had disrupted her blood circulation.

Lin Feng put his arm around her waist and whispered, "I'm sorry."

With that, he hoisted her onto his shoulder, climbed out of the window, and landed silently.

The outside is in complete chaos.

Flames shot skyward from the northeast corner of the granary, shadowy figures moved about, and shouts for help to put out the fire filled the air. Most of the bandits fled in that direction, and no one paid attention to this side.

Lin Feng carried Su Wanyue and, taking advantage of the chaos, ran quickly towards the west fence.

But just as they reached the fence, torches suddenly lit up ahead, and five or six bandits carrying buckets of water ran up and ran right into them!

"Someone's there!"

"It's that kid! He kidnapped someone!"

"Stop him!"

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold. He put Su Wanyue down, shielded her behind him, and drew his long sword.

The bandits charged forward, howling. He moved like lightning, cutting into the crowd; with a flash of his blade, two men clutched their throats and fell to the ground.

With a backhand slash, he cleaved open another man's chest.