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

"Want to die? Not so easy!" Yan Qing, who had been watching him closely, flashed over like a ghost, his scabbard striking Chen Laoli's wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

"Crack!" The sound of bone breaking was clearly audible. The dagger clattered to the ground.

Old Chen screamed and clutched his severed wrist as two fierce guards pinned him to the ground.

His trusted craftsmen, who were about to start the fire, had already been subdued by the other "soldiers" and tied up like dumplings.

"Take them away and keep them under strict guard!" Lin Feng coldly ordered.

"The rest of you, follow me to the city wall and provide backup for Han Tao and his men. Let's see how they handle this 'gift' from Di Rong!"

"yes!"

On the city wall, Lin Feng leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance. About two hundred paces southeast of the city, flames soared into the sky, and the sounds of battle shook the fields.

Hundreds of elite Di Rong soldiers, dressed in black armor and clad in black, who had been lying in ambush in the ravines and grass, were suddenly shot down by the torches that lit up the sky and the Yan army archers who surged out from both sides.

Han Tao and Lei Bao each led a squad of elite cavalry, attacking from the flanks like two iron pincers, fiercely clamping down on the chaotic Di Rong troops.

The Di Rong people were clearly unprepared for the ambush to have been exposed, and even more so for the Yan army to have the strength to launch a proactive attack. Caught off guard, their formation was thrown into chaos.

The Yan army unleashed a barrage of arrows, which rained down like locusts, and in an instant, they felled a large number of the Di and Rong people.

In the ensuing close combat, the Yan army's morale soared, routing the Di and Rong people. They fled in disarray, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, and fled back towards their main camp. Han Tao and Lei Bao pursued them for about a mile before withdrawing their troops, capturing countless weapons, armor, and horses.

A meticulously planned inside-outside attack turned into a self-inflicted defeat.

When Han Tao and Lei Bao led their victorious army back to the city, escorting dozens of Di and Rong prisoners, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten.

"Commander! We have fulfilled our mission!" Han Tao's armor was stained with blood, but his face was full of excitement. "We beheaded over two hundred, captured thirty-seven, and seized a hundred warhorses! We only lost twenty-odd brothers!"

"Well done!" Lin Feng patted him and Lei Bao heavily on the shoulders. "Brothers, you've worked hard! All soldiers who participated in the battle will receive a commendation and 30% of the spoils! Those who were killed or wounded will receive generous compensation!"

"Thank you, Commander!" Cheers erupted from both the city walls and the surrounding area. The pent-up frustration of the past few days was swept away by this clean and efficient counter-ambush.

Lin Feng walked down from the city wall and returned to the garrison headquarters.

Inside the main hall, Old Chen was bound tightly, slumped on the floor, his face ashen. Several trusted craftsmen knelt beside him, trembling.

"Old Chen, or rather, 'Mountain Spirit'," Lin Feng said, sitting down in the main seat with a cold gaze.

"Now that things have come to this, what else is there to say? What benefits did Feng Kun promise you that would make you betray the border town where your family has lived for generations, collude with the Di and Rong tribes, and harm your comrades?"

Old Chen raised his head, his eyes devoid of light, filled only with resentment and despair: "The victor is king, the loser is villain; what's there to say? General Feng promised me that after the matter succeeds, I'll receive 30% of the profits from the northern mines, guaranteeing wealth and prosperity for my descendants... I only regret that Heaven is blind!"

"The profits from the mineral vein?" Lin Feng sneered. "For these illusory riches, you disregarded the lives of the entire city's soldiers and civilians, poisoned the water source, and even tried to blow up the city walls to let the enemy in? Do you know how many families would have been destroyed and killed if your plan had succeeded last night? Your Chen family has lived here for generations; have you lost your conscience?!"

Old Chen was speechless, and could only hang his head in dejection.

"Take him away and interrogate him thoroughly. Make sure you get him to talk and find out Feng Kun's specific plans in the Black Wolf Tribe, and whether 'Mountain Ghost' has any accomplices yet to be eliminated!" Lin Feng said sternly.

"yes!"

The guards dragged the ashen-faced old official Chen and his men away. Silence returned to the main hall, broken only by the crackling of the charcoal fire.

Han Tao whispered, "Commander, although Old Chen has been captured, the 'Mountain Demon' connection is probably not completely severed. He must still have contacts behind him. Moreover, the Di Rong, having suffered this setback, will certainly not give up easily. Next..."

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it." Lin Feng stood up, walked to the hanging map, and pointed to the southeast.

"After this battle, the Di Rong's morale has been further dampened. As for us, we not only eliminated our internal troubles and captured horses and armor, but our morale is also high. Now, it's our turn to make our move."

"The meaning of 'defense' is..."

"The Di Rong thought that we were short of water and food, trapped in an isolated city, and could only passively take the beating."

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. "Then let's show them that the Yan army of Ironwall City can not only defend, but also attack! Order the entire army to rest for a day. The day after tomorrow at midnight, I will personally lead five hundred elite cavalry in a night raid on the Di Rong camp!"

A night raid on the enemy camp? Han Tao, Lei Bao, and Yan Qing were all shocked, and then their eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

"Damn it, we should have done this a long time ago! I'm so frustrated!" Lei Bao was the first to yell.

"We need to be on guard. The enemy is strong. Would a night attack be too risky?" Han Tao was relatively cautious.

"Because the enemy is powerful and has just suffered a defeat, they assume we will not dare to attack, so their defenses will inevitably be lax," Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"We must not be greedy for glory. Our objective is clear: burn their supplies, destroy their siege equipment, cut down their general's flag, create chaos, and then retreat after a single strike! We must let Asuda know that Iron Wall City is not a bone he can easily gnaw on! Furthermore, we must relieve the pressure on the Shuofeng reinforcements!"

"Understood! This humble general is willing to be the vanguard!" Lei Bao patted his chest.

"This humble general is willing to go!" Han Tao and Yan Qing said in unison.

"Good! Go and prepare. Select the most elite soldiers, prepare oil and rockets, and feed the horses plenty of fodder. The day after tomorrow, we will let those barbarian Di Rong taste the true flavor of night battle!"

"yes!"

The group accepted their orders and departed with high spirits. Inside the main hall, Lin Feng stood alone, gazing at the location of the Di Rong camp on the map, his expression calm and resolute.

After a day of rest, Ironwall City, as night falls, resembles a cheetah slowly tightening its muscles, its calm concealing a power about to erupt.

The five hundred elite cavalry selected have already quietly assembled inside the East Gate.

Everyone was dressed in black armor, their warhorses were gagged and their hooves were covered with thick cloth. In addition to the necessary weapons and crossbows, each person also carried three rockets soaked in oil and two small earthenware jars sealed with mud. These were "fire jars" that Shen Qingyi had hastily prepared with sulfur, saltpeter, rosin and other materials. If thrown and broken, they could ignite a poisonous fire that was difficult to extinguish.

Lin Feng, dressed in a black outfit with a black cloak over his head, swept his gaze across the silent and fierce faces.

"Brothers," Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"The Di Rong have besieged the city for many days, killing my comrades, destroying my homes, and even poisoning my soldiers and civilians with poisonous water. Tonight, we will not defend! We will attack, burn their supplies, destroy their siege equipment, and cut down their banners! Let them know that the swords of Iron Wall City can not only defend the city, but also cut off their heads! Do not linger in battle, heed my command, strike once and leave! Do you all understand?"

"Understood!" A suppressed yet unified growl echoed in the darkness.

"Alright! Open the city gates!"

Five hundred riders surged out of the city gates like a black torrent, quickly disappearing into the deep night outside the city, and stealthily headed towards the Di Rong camp in the southeast.

Scouts had already gone ahead and cleared out the scattered Di Rong sentries along the way.

When they were five miles from the Di Rong camp, the men dismounted and left their horses in a dry ditch, where they were guarded by fifty men.

The remaining 450 men, carrying their equipment, made their way on foot towards the enemy camp.