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

"Old Zhao, what's the terrain like up ahead?"

"There's a river about three miles ahead, with a dilapidated wooden bridge over it. Beyond the bridge is a rocky beach, and beyond that, you'll enter the mountains!" Old Zhao shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Alright! Get to the riverbank and await my command!"

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he said to Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe, "You two sit tight and hold on to the carriage. Xiaohe, keep an eye on Cui'er."

"Understood!" Bai Xiaohe immediately moved to Cui'er's side, holding a silver hairpin in her hand.

Almost simultaneously, "Whoosh—!" A sharp arrow pierced the air, carrying a mournful whistle, grazing the roof of the carriage and embedding itself deeply into the road ahead.

Immediately afterwards, arrows rained down like locusts! They pierced the rear wall and ceiling of the carriage with a "thud, thud, thud."

The horses pulling the carriage were startled, neighing and bolting wildly, causing the carriage to shake violently.

"Duck!" Lin Feng hissed, lowering himself as well, a short crossbow now in his hand—the one he'd seized from the man in black earlier. He aimed at the nearest torch behind him and pulled the trigger!

"Thud!" The crossbow bolt struck with tremendous force, extinguishing the torch with a muffled groan. The pursuers' arrows slowed their advance.

But more torches surrounded them, and they had caught up to within thirty feet!

By the firelight, one could see that the knights on horseback were all dressed in black and masked, holding standard-issue sabers, with cold and sharp eyes.

"Prepare to cross the bridge!" Lin Feng shouted, quickly rewinding his crossbow.

The carriage sped wildly onto the creaking wooden bridge. Just as it crossed the middle of the bridge, the first three riders of the pursuers had already caught up to the bridgehead!

"Old Zhao, charge forward, don't stop!"

Lin Feng shouted and leaped off the speeding carriage, landing on the bridge. With a backhand slash, he severed a rotten rope supporting the bridge railing!

"Snap!"

The already precarious wooden bridge had its railing collapse on one side. The rider who had rushed onto the bridge was unable to stop in time and fell into the surging river below, creating a huge splash.

But the two riders behind them had already charged onto the bridge, their blades flashing as they aimed straight at Lin Feng!

Lin Feng neither dodged nor avoided, but stepped forward to meet him, his long sword drawing a bright arc in the moonlight!

"Clang! Clang!" Two loud sounds rang out almost simultaneously, sparks flying everywhere! The two men in black felt an irresistible force, their hands split open, and their waist knives flew out of their hands!

The two were terrified when Lin Feng kicked them in the chest twice, sending them flying off the bridge.

However, even more pursuers surged onto the bridge. The narrow bridge instantly became a dead end.

"Brother Lin! The bridge is about to collapse!" Bai Xiaohe exclaimed from inside the carriage that had already crossed the bridge.

The dilapidated wooden bridge, having withstood multiple impacts, groaned horribly as its wooden piles began to tilt and break!

"Go!" Lin Feng shouted to the shore, but he turned around and rushed towards the densest part of the pursuers!

His movements were like a ghost, dodging and weaving across the narrow bridge. His long sword transformed into a swirling ball of snow light, causing men and horses to fall wherever he went. He single-handedly held off seven or eight pursuers in the middle of the bridge!

"Boom—!"

With a loud crash, the wooden bridge, unable to withstand the weight, broke in two! The remaining men in black, along with the broken bridge structure, screamed as they fell into the river.

In the final instant before the bridge collapsed, Lin Feng leaped into the air, his toes touching a large falling plank, and his body soared to the opposite bank like a large bird, landing steadily on the rocky beach.

On the opposite bank, the two remaining men in black stared in disbelief at the scene, too afraid to cross the river—the bridge was broken and the current was swift.

Lin Feng glanced at them coldly, then ignored them and turned to dash off in the direction the carriage had disappeared. He vanished into the woods behind the rocky beach in a few leaps.

The two men in black exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes. Finally, they gritted their teeth, spurred their horses, and rode downstream along the riverbank to find a way to cross the river.

Lin Feng moved swiftly through the forest, maintaining his pace. As he ran, he listened intently.

He quickly caught the deliberately suppressed sounds of horses' hooves and wheels not far ahead—it was Old Zhao and his men, who hadn't gone far and were obviously waiting for him.

He quickened his pace and caught up with the carriage a moment later.

"Husband!" Su Wanyue saw him return safely, and her heart finally settled down, but tears kept flowing down her face.

"Brother Lin, are you alright?" Bai Xiaohe also jumped out of the car and looked him up and down.

"It's nothing." Lin Feng's breathing was steady, as if the fierce battle just now was just a warm-up.

"The pursuers are temporarily blocked by the river, but they'll find a way across soon. We can't stay here any longer. Old Zhao, the carriage is too conspicuous. Abandon the carriage, get on horseback, and let's head into the mountains."

"yes!"

The group quickly transferred the necessary luggage to the two horses pulling the cart.

Lin Feng destroyed Cui'er's martial arts skills, knocked her unconscious, and threw her onto the carriage, leaving her to fend for herself to prevent her from harming anyone else. He then pushed the carriage into a dense thicket to conceal it.

Although Su Wanyue was reluctant, she knew that this was a matter of life and death, and she could not afford to be sentimental.

The four men, on two horses, with Lin Feng leading Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe riding on the same horse with Lao Zhao, quickly disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, but fortunately, the dense forest provided excellent cover.

At noon that day, after resting, the group was preparing to set off again when Lin Feng suddenly raised his hand, signaling for silence once more.

This time, even Su Wanyue could sense it—a very faint sound, like withered leaves being blown by the wind, or like a small nocturnal animal skimming over the tips of grass, was rapidly approaching from the direction they had come from!

Moreover, it happened in more than one place!

"Get on the horse! Let's go!" Lin Feng shouted, lifting Su Wanyue onto the horse's back before mounting himself.

Almost the instant they mounted their horses, more than a dozen white figures silently emerged from the shadows of the surrounding trees, surrounding them like ghosts in the small clearing below the cliff.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, illuminating the white figures and revealing their cold faces, veiled except for their eyes.

Clad in white, spotless and immaculate, they are none other than the White-Clad Guards!

Moreover, judging from their aura and stance, they were even more refined and dangerous than the people Bai Zhi brought.

The two at the head of the group possessed particularly distinctive qualities. One was tall and slender, with a cool and aloof demeanor and eyes as deep and icy as a still pool. The other was slightly shorter and more graceful, yet his eyes were sharper and more lively.

They were none other than the top experts among the White-Clad Guards, second only to the commander—"Hanmei" and "Suxue".

"Leave your belongings. You may leave."

Hanmei spoke, her voice as cold as she was, devoid of any warmth. Her gaze fell directly on the wooden box hidden in Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng sat upright on his horse, his right hand slowly resting on the hilt of his sword, his face expressionless: "What if I say no?"

"Then I have no choice but to ask you to remain here forever."

Su Xue chuckled softly, but her laughter was more biting than the cold wind.

Before she finished speaking, her figure rose like a wisp of smoke, her long sword unsheathed, its light as white as snow, aimed straight for Lin Feng's throat! Swift! Accurate! Ruthless! Even before the sword arrived, the chilling aura of the blade sent shivers down Lin Feng's spine!

Almost at the same instant Su Xue moved, Han Mei also moved. Her figure swayed, and she actually arrived first, appearing like a ghost to Lin Feng's side. She pointed her fingers like a sword and aimed at his major acupoint on his ribs!

The two worked together seamlessly, one facing forward and the other side, one in the light and the other in the dark, instantly sealing off all of Lin Feng's space to dodge and block!

Meanwhile, the two women in white around them also launched their attack simultaneously, drawing their longswords to form a net of swords that enveloped Bai Xiaohe, Su Wanyue, and Lao Zhao! They were actually planning to clip Lin Feng's wings first, thus distracting him from his duties!

In a flash, Lin Feng made his move!

He didn't draw his sword, but instead kicked off the stirrups with both feet, soaring into the sky from the horse's back like an eagle. He not only narrowly avoided Su Xue's sword aimed at his throat and Han Mei's acupuncture point strike, but also, in the instant of leaping up, kicked out with both feet in quick succession, accurately striking the wrists of the two white-clad women who were rushing towards Su Wanyue!

"Crack!" "Crack!" The sound of wrist bones breaking was clearly audible, and the two women screamed as their longswords fell from their hands.

Lin Feng twisted his body in mid-air, defying common sense by shifting several feet to the side to avoid several swords thrusting from below. At the same time, he reached for his waist with his right hand, and his long sword was finally drawn!

The blade flashed down like a bolt of lightning, not aimed at Hanmei Suxue, but at the white-clad guards who were surrounding and killing Bai Xiaohe and her two companions!

"Clang clang clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out! The three women in white were jolted back by the sudden and swift strike, and a gap appeared in the encirclement.

"Old Zhao, take them away! To the southeast!" Lin Feng landed, stood with his sword drawn, blocking Han Mei, Su Xue, and Su Wanyue, and shouted at Old Zhao.

"Brother Lin!" Bai Xiaohe exclaimed anxiously.

"Let's go!" Lin Feng said without turning his head, his tone resolute.

Old Zhao gritted his teeth, spurred his horses, and galloped off in the direction Lin Feng had indicated to the southeast.

Su Wanyue turned around, her eyes blurred with tears, and could only see Lin Feng's upright back and the white figures that quickly surrounded him.

"Chase!" Hanmei shouted, and two women in white immediately leaped to give chase.

"Your opponent is me." Lin Feng's voice rang out calmly, and at the same time, he moved.

This time, he held nothing back. His longsword transformed into a roaring, furious dragon, carrying the fierce killing intent honed through countless battles, sweeping towards Hanmei and Suxue! The sheer intensity of the blade's light enveloped both of them! He was taking the initiative to attack, fighting two against one!