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

Bai Xiaohe had rushed out of the house at some point and stood in front of the woman, glaring angrily at the bandits. She held a thin wooden stick she had pulled from the woodpile in her hand, which she gripped tightly.

"Hey, another pretty young lady!" The bandit's eyes lit up as he looked Bai Xiaohe up and down.

"What a lucky day! Buy one get one free! Guys, let's all take them home!"

The other three bandits dismounted and surrounded them, their eyes filled with lewd intent.

"Xiao He, come back!" Su Wanyue was so anxious that she wanted to rush out, but Lin Feng stopped her.

"Stay here and don't move," Lin Feng said in a low voice, and strode out of the house.

"Another one who's not afraid of death?" The bandit leader, with a face full of scars, glanced at Lin Feng and spat.

"Kid, mind your own business and get out of my way! Or I'll kill you too!"

Lin Feng ignored him, walked to Bai Xiaohe's side, pulled her behind him, and glanced at the four bandits: "In broad daylight, you're forcibly abducting a woman. Do you have any respect for the law?"

"The law?" The bandits laughed loudly. "In these mountains, I am the law! Kid, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng moved.

Without drawing his sword, he simply took a step forward and punched the bandit in the chest!

The bandit's laughter abruptly stopped, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into his companion behind him. The two of them rolled to the ground, spitting blood, struggling for a moment, and then lay still.

The remaining two bandits were terrified and stood frozen in place.

Lin Feng didn't even look at them. He walked up to the woman who had fallen to the ground and reached out his hand: "Miss, you're alright."

The woman raised her head, revealing a face that, though covered in dust, was still pretty.

She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with large eyes that looked panicked, but deep down there seemed to be a strange calmness. She looked at Lin Feng's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and then tremblingly grasped it, using it to help her stand up.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor..." she choked up, her body still trembling.

"Who are you? Why are they chasing you?" Lin Feng asked.

"I...I am Cui'er, from 'Kaoshan Village' in the west. These bandits...they came down the mountain to rob grain today, and when they saw me, they...they wanted to drag me up the mountain..." Cui'er said, and then started crying again.

Only after the bandits were defeated did the villagers dare to slowly gather around.

The old man also came out, and seeing the two motionless bandits on the ground, he trembled with fear: "Murder...murder! What are we going to do! Black Wind Stronghold won't let this go!"

"Don't be afraid, old man."

Lin Feng said to the two remaining terrified bandits, "Go back and tell your chief that I killed the man. If you want revenge, come at me. But if you dare to harass the people again, I will raze Black Wind Stronghold to the ground."

The two bandits dared not say a word. They scrambled onto their horses, dragging their companion's corpse, and fled in a sorry state.

The villagers then gathered around, chattering amongst themselves:

"Hero! You've gotten yourself into big trouble! Black Wind Stronghold has over a hundred men, each one ruthless and vicious!"

"Yes, they definitely won't give up! You guys should leave quickly!"

"Miss Cui'er, you should go home too!"

Cui'er shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Lin Feng: "Benefactor, I...I dare not go back. Kaoshan Village is too close to Black Wind Stronghold; they will surely come to capture me again. I...can I stay with you? I can do laundry, cook, I can do anything! Please, benefactor, take me in!"

Su Wanyue walked over and, seeing Cui'er's pitiful appearance, her heart softened: "Husband, this girl is indeed in danger all alone. Perhaps..."

Lin Feng looked at Cui'er. Although the girl was disheveled, the unusual calmness deep in her eyes made him somewhat concerned.

Moreover, her appearance was too coincidental; she was being chased by bandits just as they were passing by.

"Come back to the house with us first," he said, without immediately agreeing.

Back in the house, Su Wanyue fetched water for Cui'er to wash her face and then found some of her own clean clothes for her to change into.

After Cui'er tidied herself up, she was indeed a pretty and charming girl, but her eyes were always timid and she dared not look at people.

"Miss Cui'er, who else is in your family?" Bai Xiaohe asked.

"They're gone... My parents passed away from illness two years ago, leaving me all alone." Cui'er lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

"I used to make a living by mending clothes and sewing for people in the village. Who knew that today..."

"How pitiful," Su Wanyue sighed.

Lin Feng sat to the side, observing silently. Cui'er spoke clearly and logically, and although she was afraid, her eyes did not waver when answering questions.

Moreover, although her fingers were rough, there were very thin calluses on the base of her thumb and the knuckles—these were left from years of needlework, but the calluses on the base of her thumb... seemed to be in a rather unusual position.

"Miss Cui'er," he suddenly asked, "do you usually do needlework with your right hand or your left?"

Cui'er was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Right...right hand."

"Your right hand?" Lin Feng nodded. "Then the calluses on the web of your right hand, are they from holding needles so tightly?"

Cui'er's expression changed slightly, and she unconsciously pulled her right hand into her sleeve: "Yes...yes. You get it from doing a lot of needlework."

Lin Feng didn't press further. But he had already made up his mind—this girl was no ordinary person.

The calluses on her hands were from years of holding knives or swords, unlike the calluses from needlework. She was lying.

Is it a coincidence, or is there some ulterior motive?

Was it a ruse by Black Wind Stronghold? Or... by the White-Clad Guards?

"You and Xiaohe can squeeze in tonight and rest first." Lin Feng stood up.

"I'm going to keep watch outside. Old Zhao, you should also be on guard."

"Yes, Master Lin."

At night, Lin Feng sat on the woodpile outside, closing his eyes to rest. But his ears were listening intently to every sound coming from inside the house.

Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe had fallen asleep, their breathing even. Cui'er also seemed to be asleep, but her breathing was very light and shallow, as if she was deliberately controlling it.

After midnight, a very faint rustling sound came from inside the house. It was Cui'er getting up.

Lin Feng kept his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

Cui'er quietly walked to the window and looked out through the crack. In the moonlight, Lin Feng sat motionless on the woodpile.

She looked for a moment, then gently retreated to the bedside, seemingly lying down.

But Lin Feng's ears caught her taking something out of her bosom, stroking it very lightly, and then putting it away.

Was it a hidden weapon? Or a signal?

He didn't move and continued to feign sleep.

About an hour later, several hoots of owls suddenly came from the distant mountains and forests, three long and two short cries, followed by two long and one short cries.

It's a code.