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

The enemy was so frightened that they temporarily retreated.

Sunlight seeped down from above the rock crevices, casting dappled shadows in the narrow passage.

Lin Feng walked sideways at the back of the group, his long sword held diagonally in his hand, listening warily to the sounds behind him.

The enemy's shouts were completely cut off by the thick rock layers after several turns, leaving only the suppressed breathing and disordered footsteps of the group echoing in the tunnel.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, light suddenly shone through from ahead, and the air became fresher. Liu Laosi, leading the way, whispered, "We're at the end!"

The group quickened their pace, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

At the end of the passage was a cave entrance half-hidden by boulders and withered vines. Outside the cave entrance was a sparse pine forest, and beyond the forest were rolling low hills.

Looking back, they had circled around to the side and rear of Wolf Valley and reached the mountainside. The valley below was shrouded in mist, and the sounds of battle could be faintly heard, but they were already very far away.

"Rest for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then descend the mountain, head east along the outer edge of the valley, circle back to the official road, and rendezvous with Commandant Yang," Lin Feng ordered.

"Team leader," Liu Laosi walked over and whispered, "During the fight just now, I saw that the scarred Di Rong leader had a bronze plaque hanging on his waist, with something engraved on it... that looked like the wolf head mark of the Black Wolf tribe. Feng Kun has indeed colluded with the Black Wolf tribe."

The Black Wolf Tribe… Feng Kun has joined the Black Wolf Tribe, the most fierce and warlike of the Di Rong tribes. This is not good news.

The Black Wolf tribe has been in constant conflict with the border troops in recent years. Its leader is cruel and cunning. If they could get Feng Kun, a "guide" who is familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of the border defenses, the northern border would probably never have peace.

"Understood." Lin Feng nodded. "This matter needs to be reported to General Wang as soon as possible. Have you rested enough? Let's go."

The team set off again.

After traveling for about an hour, the scouts who had gone ahead reported that they had circled out of the Wolf Valley and could see the official road ahead.

After walking for a while, they indeed saw the gray-white official road winding among the hills.

On a high ground beside the official road, banners fluttered, and it was the rear guard led by Captain Yang! They had formed a solid circular formation, swords drawn, bows strung, ready for battle. They had obviously heard the fighting in the valley and were prepared to provide support or defend against the enemy.

"It's the squad leader! The squad leader is back!" The sentry on the high ground saw Lin Feng and his group and shouted excitedly.

Soon, the team reunited.

Lin Feng said, "The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. The most urgent task is to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. You immediately dispatch fast horses in two groups: one heading north to report the military situation to Shuofeng, and the other heading south to report back to General Wang. The rest of you, set off immediately and speed up. We must be at least a hundred miles away from Wild Wolf Valley today!"

"Yes!" Captain Yang replied and immediately made the arrangements.

Two fast horses, each led by a capable personal guard, carrying a simple military intelligence document dictated by Lin Feng and written by Captain Yang, galloped off in opposite directions.

The rest of the group quickly broke camp, placed the seriously wounded on carts, and sent the lightly wounded on horseback. The convoy sped north along the official road at a faster pace than usual.

Inside the carriage, Su Wanyue carefully reapplied medicine and bandaged a deep wound on Lin Feng's arm, her eyes filled with tears and her hands trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a minor injury," Lin Feng said gently.

"So much blood was lost..." Su Wanyue's voice choked with sobs.

"There's no war without bloodshed." Lin Feng patted her hand with his uninjured one. "This time we were careless and fell into an ambush. From now on, we'll be more careful."

"Captain Yang has already sent someone to request reinforcements, and General Wang and the Shuofeng forces will also take action. As long as we can hold out for these next few days and enter Shuofeng territory, we will be mostly safe."

His words eased the oppressive atmosphere in the carriage slightly.

Su Wanyue gently rested her head on his uninjured shoulder and whispered, "Husband, you must be careful. My sister Xiaohe and I are counting on you."

"Mm," Lin Feng replied.

The convoy traveled north without stopping in the afternoon, only eating some dry food and drinking cold water on horseback.

As dusk approached and they estimated they were more than a hundred miles from Wolf Valley, Lin Feng ordered them to set up camp when they saw an open area with a mountain wall behind it and a stream beside it.

This time, the campsite was chosen with greater care, backed by a rock wall, with low walls on both sides enclosed by vehicles and stones, leaving only one entrance and exit. A shallow trench was dug around the perimeter, and tripwires and bells were installed.

The sentry posts were set up three miles away, with hidden sentries lying in wait. Loud noises were forbidden within the camp, and fires were kept in small pits to minimize smoke.

Everything was arranged, and it was completely dark by then.

As night deepened, the camp was silent except for the light footsteps of the night watchmen and the crackling of the firewood in the fire pit.

But many people can't sleep, lying awake gazing at the starry sky or listening to the wind, lost in thought.

Lin Feng leaned against the stone wall, closing his eyes to rest. Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe, wrapped in fur coats, leaned against him, seemingly asleep, but their breathing was uneven.

It's almost bright.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, his gaze showing no weariness, only calm sharpness.

"Get up, cook, and get ready to leave," he whispered.

The camp immediately came alive, with soft, orderly noises replacing the silence.

Lin Feng went to the stream and scooped up the icy water to wash his face. The chill dispelled his fatigue and invigorated him. He looked north, where the sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

However, the rest of the journey was unexpectedly peaceful.

Perhaps Feng Kun and the Di Rong people suffered significant losses in Black Wind Gorge and needed time to heal their wounds and redeploy.

Perhaps knowing they had broken through the encirclement, they changed their plans.

In short, they encountered no further attacks. Only the endless winds of the wasteland and the ever-decreasing temperature reminded them that they were venturing deeper into the north.

Two afternoons later, a blurry, grayish-black line finally appeared on the distant horizon.

As the convoy approached, the lines gradually became clearer and taller, transforming into the outline of a majestic and continuous city wall.

We've arrived in Shuofeng City.

"It's Shuofeng City! We've arrived!" Someone in the convoy shouted, choking back tears, and soon many others had tears in their eyes.

Su Wanyue couldn't help but shed tears. Bai Xiaohe, watching the city wall getting closer and closer, relaxed her tense shoulders a little.

Lin Feng gazed at the familiar city, a complex and unfathomable emotion flashing in his eyes.

This is his battlefield, his duty, and in a way, his "home." After months away, having faced life and death, he hesitated when he left, but returned with an even heavier burden on his shoulders.

Several miles from the city, a cavalry unit of about fifty men galloped towards them from the dust rising on the official road ahead.

The leading general was none other than Shuofeng's deputy general, surnamed Zhou, who was acquainted with Lin Feng.

"Captain Lin!" Deputy General Zhou shouted from afar, his voice filled with urgency and relief, as he led his team to meet the convoy and reined in their horses in front of it.

His gaze swept quickly over the wrecked convoy and the wounded soldiers, and his expression changed.