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

"There's an ambush!" Yunshang exclaimed in surprise.

"Kill!" a hoarse, violent voice roared.

Arrows flew like locusts! Their whistling sound as they pierced the air was deafening!

Bai Zhi reacted swiftly, drawing her longsword with a clang, creating a protective barrier of light to shield her head and face. She shouted sharply, "Form the array! Protect the Silver!"

The white-clad guards swiftly moved in, shielding the two boxes in the middle and deflecting arrows with their swords.

But the arrows were too dense and too fast; with a series of "thuds," three guards were hit by arrows and fell to the ground.

"Third Master's" four men were shot into pincushions on the spot, screaming and rolling around. "Third Master" was hit in the thigh by an arrow, howling as he collapsed to the ground.

On the rooftop, Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He crouched down, his gaze fixed on the one who had given the order—standing with a sword drawn, his eyes as sinister as a wolf's—it was Han Zhong!

"Han Zhong!" Bai Zhige fired two arrows, then recognized the newcomer. Her expression changed drastically. "Li Song's lackey! You dare touch the master's goods!"

"My lord?" Han Chong grinned maliciously.

"You have been illegally mining state-owned mines, colluding with the barbarians, and aiding the enemy in your treason! Grand Secretary Li has ordered the capture and execution of these traitors, and the confiscation of your ill-gotten gains! Tonight is your death night!"

"Bullshit!" Yunshang shouted angrily, piercing through a black-clad man who lunged at her with her sword.

"You are the real parasites on the nation! If you want money, just say so!"

"We want the money, and we want your lives!" Han Chong roared. "Attack! Leave no one alive!"

The men in black swarmed forward.

Bai Zhi's group only had five people left who could still fight, but they were surrounded and in grave danger.

Han Chong drew his sword and lunged at Bai Zhi! Bai Zhi was forced to retreat repeatedly, her shoulder already slashed by the wind of the blade, blood seeping out.

"Sister!" Yunshang tried to help, but was entangled by three men in black and could not escape.

Suddenly, a gray shadow swept down from the roof! Swift as a ghost, it slashed through the air with a blade, aiming straight for the back of Han Zhong's head!

Han Zhong's hair stood on end, and he instinctively lunged forward.

"Swoosh—" The blade grazed his back, tearing his robes and spurting out blood!

A man in gray stood there, holding a knife. His face was smeared with coal dust, but his eyes were as cold as stars.

"It's you!" Han Chong's pupils shrank sharply, and his body trembled slightly—it was that evil star from Black Wind Stronghold!

Lin Feng did not answer. His blade flashed again, like a whirlwind of snow, instantly engulfing Han Chong in a net of blades!

Han Chong gritted his teeth and blocked, but within three or five moves, he was already in grave danger.

"Surround him!" Han Chong shouted hoarsely.

Seven or eight men in black abandoned Bai Zhi and pounced on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's intention was to save people. He forced Han Zhong back with a single strike, flashed to Bai Zhi's side, and whispered, "Go!"

Without hesitation, Bai Zhi shouted to the two remaining guards, "Retreat! Take the boxes!"

"Trying to leave?" Han Chong was furious and brandished his knife to stop him.

Lin Feng slashed back with his sword, knocking him away. He then kicked up a piece of broken wood on the ground, knocking over two men in black who were rushing towards him.

Taking advantage of the gap, Bai Zhi and the others lifted the silver box and rushed towards the western storage area.

"Stop them!" Han Chong roared in fury.

But Lin Feng blocked the way with his sword, and with flashes of light, three more people fell to the ground.

The men in black were terrified by his killing and dared not step forward for a moment.

Han Zhong's single eye was bloodshot as he stared intently at Lin Feng: "Boy, who exactly are you? You've repeatedly thwarted Grand Secretary Li's important plans; do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Li Song?" Lin Feng sneered. "Let him come himself."

After saying that, he grabbed "Third Master" with one hand, retreated quickly, and disappeared into the shadows of the storage yard in a few leaps.

"Chase them! Chase them!" Han Chong roared.

But his men looked at each other in bewilderment, and none of them dared to give chase.

Han Chong was so angry that he trembled all over, but there was nothing he could do.

The docks fell silent once more, littered with blood, arrows, and corpses.

……

Half an hour later, at the dilapidated temple in the west of the city.

Lin Feng threw "Third Master" onto the haystack and poured a basin of cold water over him.

"Cough cough...cough..." Third Master slowly woke up, saw Lin Feng, and was terrified. "Hero...hero, spare my life..."

"I'll ask, you answer." Lin Feng crouched down, pressing the short knife against his wound. "Iron, who did you sell it to?"

"Merchants from the north..."

"Di Rong?"

Third Master's face turned pale, and he nodded.

Who is the middleman?

"Yelü Hong... the procurement envoy of the Di Rong royal court... he accepts everything..."

"Does Prince Jing know that you sold to the Di Rong?"

"I...I don't know."

Lin Feng stared at him: "What does Prince Jing look like?"

"I've never seen it... I've never seen it!" Third Master cried.

"It's always a messenger in white robes delivering orders, or a letter. I've only heard... I've heard that when the Lord was young, he was as handsome as an immortal, skilled in both literature and martial arts, but in recent years... he's become increasingly profound."

Why were those women in white so devoted to him?

"I heard... that the Lord has been kind to them." Third Master said, panting.

"Some were saved by grace, some were granted revenge. The Lord also taught them martial arts, poetry, music... He treated them extremely well. So they swore to follow him for life, until death do them part."

Lin Feng remained silent.

A combination of kindness and severity, coupled with the ideal of a so-called "great cause," can indeed win people's hearts.

This Prince Jing is a master at manipulating people's hearts.

"One last question," Lin Feng slightly raised the tip of his knife, "Where is Prince Jing now?"

"I don't know... I really don't know. Maybe in Jiangnan, maybe in the north, maybe... right here in Yingchuan."

Yingchuan? Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"Good sir, I've told you everything I know, please spare my life..." Third Master wailed.

Lin Feng stood up: "Get out of Yingchuan and never come back. If I find out you've sold iron to the Di Rong again, I will kill you."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you for sparing my life, sir!" Third Master scrambled away.

The sky was already turning a pale white.

Today, he is going to the Su family to propose marriage.

Marrying Su Wanyue was both a temporary measure and a promise.

At the end of the long street, the green tiles and high walls of the Su family mansion can be vaguely seen.

The gate of the Su residence was opened a crack.

The gatekeeper, Uncle Chen, peeked out and saw a young man in an indigo robe standing at the door, his back ramrod straight like a gun.

"Who should I look for?"

"Master Su." Lin Feng handed over the visiting card.

Uncle Chen glanced at it, then didn't take it: "Master is not receiving guests today, please go back."

"We've come for Miss Su's wedding."

Uncle Chen was taken aback and looked him over again.

"Please wait a moment, young master." Uncle Chen closed the door.

This time, they waited for a full incense stick's time. When the door opened again, the steward, Old Zhou, was standing inside, followed by two strong servants.

"Young Master Lin, the master requests your presence."

After passing through two courtyards, you arrive at the main hall.

Two people were seated in the hall. Su Baiwan, sitting at the head of the table, was twirling a pair of walnuts, his face grim. Madam Su, sitting below him, was wiping away tears.

Lin Feng entered the hall and cupped his hands in greeting: "Junior Lin Feng greets Master Su and Madam Su."

Su Baiwan gave a curt "hmm," his tone indifferent: "Sit."

Lin Feng sat down. A maidservant served tea, but he didn't take it and placed it aside.

"Where is Young Master Lin from? What do you do for a living?" Su Baiwan asked.

"A northerner, serving in the army."

"In the military?" Su Baiwan paused, "What rank?"

"The garrison commander of Shuofeng City, a fifth-rank Wude General."

A silence fell over the hall. The walnut in Su Baiwan's hand stopped spinning. Madam Su forgot to wipe away her tears.

"A...garrison commander?" Su Baiwan sat up straight. "A fifth-rank official?"

"Yes."

Su Baiwan's expression changed, but he forced a smile: "So it's General Lin! My apologies for not recognizing you! Uncle Chen, bring some better tea!"

"No need," Lin Feng waved his hand.