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

On the haystack, Su Wanyue was curled up in Lin Feng's arms, breathing evenly, already fast asleep.

Lin Feng leaned against the wall, his eyes like two cold stars in the darkness, his ears capturing every sound outside the temple.

The person in his arms stirred and snuggled closer to his chest, like a kitten looking for its nest.

Lin Feng lowered his head, and in the moonlight that shone through, he could see her long eyelashes, her pert nose, and her slightly parted lips.

She is indeed a beauty. But...

He thought of Shen Qingyi. The woman who shielded him from a knife and said, "If we're going to die, we'll die together."

She's in the north wind now, waiting for him to come back.

But here he married another woman.

He felt a little upset. But he didn't regret it.

Su Wanyue needed him, so he married her out of a sense of responsibility.

As for the future... let's take it one step at a time.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the temple.

Very light, very fragmented, more than one piece, rapidly approaching from a distance.

Lin Feng gently woke Su Wanyue, took her hand, and hid her away.

Under the moonlight, a dozen or so riders were galloping toward the dilapidated temple.

The first one was Old Zhou, the steward of the Su family! He really did bring men after them!

"Whoa—"

The horse stopped twenty paces in front of the temple. Old Zhou dismounted, walked to the temple gate, cleared his throat, and called out loudly, "Young Master Lin, Miss, Master has sent this old servant to fetch you. Please come out."

There was no movement inside the temple.

Old Zhou waited a while, then called out again, "Miss, Master said that as long as you go back, everything can be discussed. As for Young Master Lin... Master can let it go. Please think it over, Miss."

Still nothing.

Old Zhou's face darkened, and he gave a wink to his left and right. Two servants stepped forward and kicked down the door.

"Bang!"

The temple door was already flimsy, and it was kicked open.

Moonlight streamed in, illuminating the temple's interior—empty, save for a pile of burnt ashes and a carpet of dry straw. No one was there.

"They ran away?" a servant asked.

Old Zhou frowned, walked into the temple, and squatted down to touch the ashes—they were still warm. His eyes sharpened: "They just left! Chase them!"

The sound of horses' hooves quickly faded into the distance.

"It's alright now," Lin Feng said.

"Will they... come back?" Su Wanyue asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes." Lin Feng nodded.

"Then... what should we do?"

"Let's go. Let's go now." Lin Feng pulled her up, returned to the front of the temple, and led out the carriage hidden behind the tree.

"Get in the car."

The carriage sped northward into the night.

At daybreak, the carriage stopped in a small town.

"Let's rest here for half an hour." Lin Feng helped Su Wanyue out of the car and into a breakfast shop.

There weren't many people in the shop; a few traveling merchants who were on their way early were eating noodles. The two of them chose a corner to sit down.

Just as the noodles arrived, three more people entered through the door.

They were all strong, muscular men dressed in ordinary cloth, but with sharp eyes and steady steps. The three of them glanced around the shop and sat down at the table next to Lin Feng and his companions.

"Three bowls of noodles, quick!" the leader said in a rough voice.

Lin Feng lowered his head to eat his noodles, but his ears were perked up.

The three men appeared to be chatting casually, but their voices were very low, making it impossible to understand what they were saying, and their eyes kept glancing in their direction. One of them had a bulge at his waist, as if he were hiding a weapon.

He is not an ordinary person.

Su Wanyue also sensed it and looked at Lin Feng nervously.

Lin Feng shook his head at her, indicating that she shouldn't panic.

After finishing their noodles, Lin Feng paid the bill and pulled Su Wanyue to her feet.

The three of them also got up and followed them out.

As they approached the carriage, the three men blocked their way.

"General Lin," the leader said, bowing with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"My master invites you, General, to come in for a chat."

"Who is the master of your house?" Lin Feng asked casually.

"The general will know when he arrives."

"What if I don't go?"

The man's smile remained unchanged, his hand on his waist: "Then don't blame us for being rude."

The other two spread out, forming a triangle around Lin Feng. Their hands were on their waists, clearly indicating they were prepared.

Su Wanyue was so frightened that she grabbed Lin Feng's sleeve tightly. Lin Feng patted her hand, gesturing for her to get in the car.

"Wait for me in the car," he whispered.

Su Wanyue nodded, got into the carriage, and closed the door.

Lin Feng then looked at the three of them: "Whose people are you? The Su family? Li Song? Or...?"

"The general will know when he arrives," the man repeated.

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded. "Lead the way."

The three exchanged glances, and one of them stepped forward, saying, "Please."

The four men left the carriage and walked into the heart of the town.

The three stopped at a secluded dead-end alley.

The leader turned around and said with a smile, "General Lin, please wait here for a moment. My master will be here shortly."

Before the words were even finished, the three of them attacked simultaneously!

A short blade slid out from his sleeve, thrusting straight at Lin Feng's upper, middle, and lower body! Swift, accurate, and ruthless!

But Lin Feng was even faster!

The instant the three moved, he had already dodged the knife from the middle, and at the same time, his left hand moved like lightning, grabbing the wrist of the person above and twisting it with force!

"Crack!" The sound of bone breaking! The man screamed and let go, the short blade falling to the ground.

Lin Feng then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

At the same time, he drew his sword with his right hand, parried the stab coming from below, and then swung his sword backhand towards the man's throat!

The man retreated in horror, the blade grazing his neck and drawing a line of blood.

The third man's short blade was already at his ribs!

Lin Feng dodged the short blade with a quick movement of his waist, and at the same time struck him in the chest with a palm!

With a muffled thud, the man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the wall, slid down, and spat out blood.

From the moment the attack began to the moment it ended, it was only a breath away. One person lost a wrist, one was seriously injured, and one fell into a coma.

Lin Feng walked up to the man with the severed wrist and squatted down.

"Who sent you?"

The man's face turned deathly pale, and he gritted his teeth, remaining silent.

"Not going to talk?" Lin Feng pressed the tip of his knife against his throat. "I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Fear flashed in the man's eyes, and he hissed, "It's...it's Master Han..."

"Han Zhong?"

"Yes... Master Han sent us your portrait and ordered us to patrol and search for you in secret. He said there's a hefty reward for capturing you..."

As expected. Lin Feng's eyes turned icy. That old dog Han Zhong, he's a persistent ghost.

Where is he?

"No... I don't know. He just told us to wait here and said you'd pass by..."

Lin Feng stopped asking questions, stood up, and struck him on the back of the neck with the hilt of his knife, knocking him unconscious.

They checked two other people, and both of them had passed out.

He hurried back to the carriage. He got in, flicked the reins, and said, "Let's go."

The carriage drove out of the town and continued north.

Su Wanyue's tears fell: "It's all my fault... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have..."

"It's none of your business," Lin Feng said. "They're here for me."

"But……"

"No buts." Lin Feng interrupted her, glanced back at her, and softened his tone.

"If you marry me, this kind of thing will happen a lot more often. If you're afraid, it's not too late to turn back now."

Su Wanyue shook her head and wiped away her tears: "I'm not afraid. As long as you're here, I'm not afraid."

Lin Feng smiled but didn't say anything.

The carriage sped along the official road.

The sun rose higher and the weather grew hotter. Su Wanyue leaned against the carriage, feeling drowsy.

Lin Feng drove with his eyes constantly on alert.

As they walked along a mountain path, a roadblock suddenly appeared ahead—a checkpoint set up by the government.

Several soldiers were checking passersby and vehicles.

Lin Feng reined in his horse.

A soldier stepped forward: "Where are you from? Where are you going? Travel permit!"

Lin Feng showed his military identification badge.

Upon seeing him, the soldier's face changed, and he hurriedly bowed, saying, "It's you, General! I was blind! Please, General!"

"How long have you had this card set up?" Lin Feng asked.

"It's been three days. The higher-ups said they're going to arrest a gang of notorious bandits, and the checks need to be more thorough."

Lin Feng nodded and drove past the checkpoint.

He hadn't gone far when he looked back and saw the soldiers huddled together, whispering something, their eyes occasionally glancing in his direction.

Not right.