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

"withdraw!"

Seeing that Asuda had escaped, Lin Feng realized that although the beheading tonight was not a complete success, the burning of his supplies, destruction of his weapons, burning of his camp, and severe damage to his commander had essentially achieved his goal.

He no longer wished to continue the fight, drew his signal arrow, and fired it.

"Whoosh—crack!" A sharp whistling sound echoed through the night sky.

"Retreat! To the southeast! Meet at the river!" Lei Bao and Yan Qing shouted at the same time.

Upon receiving the order, the Yan army immediately disengaged from the battle, forming groups of three and covering each other as they fought and retreated towards the southeast.

The Di Rong people were disoriented by the burning and terrified by the killing, and for a time they could not organize an effective interception. They could only watch helplessly as this small but extremely fierce Yan army disappeared into the darkness outside the camp as quickly as it had come.

Lin Feng led the last group of people out of the Di Rong camp.

Looking back, the vast Di Rong camp was engulfed in flames, its light illuminating half the sky. Cries, wails, and the crackling of the flames drifted on the wind.

"That felt great! That was fucking great!" Lei Bao, covered in blood, laughed loudly. "Too bad that old dog Asuda got away!"

"It's alright. After this fire, the morale of the Di Rong army has been shattered, their food and equipment have been destroyed, and Asuda has been wounded. They will be unable to launch another attack in the short term."

Lin Feng said in a deep voice, "Quickly return to the riverbed, mount your horse, and head back to the city!"

The group reached the ditch, joined the fifty men who had stayed behind, and mounted their horses.

Behind them, only a few Di Rong cavalrymen pursued, but they were driven back by a hail of arrows from the Yan army.

When the east gate of Ironwall City opened again to welcome the victorious raiding force, it was already close to dawn.

When the defenders on the city wall saw that although they were all wounded and their battle clothes were stained with blood, their morale was high and there were many captured Di and Rong warhorses, armor and flags tied behind their horses, they immediately burst into a thunderous cheer!

"Commander Lin is mighty!"

"May the Yan army be victorious!"

Cheers surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire city. The oppressive atmosphere of days under siege and the anxieties about water supplies were completely dispelled in this exhilarating night raid victory!

Lin Feng dismounted at the city gate, where Han Tao was already waiting to greet him. Seeing that Lin Feng was unharmed, Han Tao breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the troops behind him, unable to hide his excitement: "Commander, how was the battle?"

"I burned most of the Di Rong's food and equipment, burned their entire camp, and beheaded countless people. Asuda was hit by my attack, and his fate is unknown."

Lin Feng said briefly, tossing the reins to his personal guard, "Let the brothers rest well, treat the wounded, and take stock of the battle results. Also, send men to closely monitor the movements of the Di Rong camp, to see whether they retreat or stay."

"yes!"

Back at the garrison headquarters, Lin Feng removed his outer robe, which was stained with smoke and blood. Yun Li had already prepared hot water and clean clothes for him.

"Where are Wanyue and Qingyi?" Lin Feng asked.

"Everyone is helping to take care of the wounded. Miss Bai is also helping in the medicine room," Yun Li said in a low voice. "Husband, this night raid was too risky."

"Without taking risks, it's hard to break this deadlock." Lin Feng held her hand. "Don't worry, Di Rong's morale has been shaken by this defeat. Now, it's time for us to join forces with the Shuofeng reinforcements from within and without."

He walked to the window, gazing at the gradually brightening sky in the east. A night raid had burned not only the Di Rong's provisions and tents, but also their arrogant and overbearing spirit.

Ironwall City, with this fire, declares to all enemies: This is not a place where they can run rampant!

Meanwhile, ten miles away, in the devastated Di Rong camp, Asuda lay in a makeshift tent, his face ashen, his chest wrapped in thick bandages, still throbbing with pain. Mr. Jia stood beside him, his face ashen.

"Have you found out? How many Yan troops have come?" Asuda's voice was hoarse and full of resentment.

"Reporting to the Great Khan, judging from the tracks, there were only four or five hundred riders..." Mr. Jia said in a trembling voice.

"Four or five hundred cavalrymen... four or five hundred cavalrymen turned my army upside down, destroyed all our supplies, I, the Khan, am utterly humiliated..."

Enraged, Asuda spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes bloodshot. "Lin Feng... Lin Feng! I swear I will tear you to pieces!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. The army is currently demoralized, supplies are scarce, and there are many wounded. It is no longer advisable to fight. Perhaps... we should retreat to the Black Wolf tribe, regroup, and devise a plan for the future?" Mr. Jia advised cautiously.

Asuda remained silent for a long time, looking at the embers of the fire still burning outside the tent and the desolate camp, before finally closing his eyes in despair and squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth: "...retreat."

That afternoon, the Di Rong army began to break camp, dragging their wounded and exhausted troops as they slowly retreated towards the northern grasslands.

They came in full force, but left in a sorry state.

Standing atop the Iron Wall, gazing at the receding Di Rong troops and the charred ruins of their camp, all the defenders breathed a sigh of relief, many even with tears welling in their eyes.

They held on! Not only did they hold on, they won! And won so decisively!

Lin Feng stood with his hand on his sword, gazing in the direction Di Rong had retreated, his eyes showing little joy.

Although the Di Rong have retreated, Feng Kun remains, there may still be forces behind the "Mountain Spirit," the mystery of the "Dark Abyss" remains unsolved, and the past events concerning Prince Jing are a sword hanging over our heads. The flames of war on the border will not be extinguished forever because of this victory.

"Order the troops to be rewarded! The fallen soldiers shall be generously compensated and a monument erected in their memory! Tonight, at Ironwall City, we shall drink until we drop!"

"The defenses are mighty! The Yan army is victorious!"

Cheers once again resounded throughout this border town, which had endured the baptism of blood and fire. The joy of victory, like sunshine, dispelled the gloom that had shrouded the area for many days.

"Defend," Han Tao reported.

"Old Chen also confessed that Feng Kun was not only a 'Han Army Thousand-Household Commander' in the Black Wolf Tribe, but also had close ties with the Black Wolf Tribe's High Priest. It seems that he was using the Di Rong's shamanistic beliefs, combined with the earth vein secrets known through 'Digging,' to fabricate rumors of 'divine wrath' and 'earthly punishment,' in an attempt to control the various Di Rong tribes and even... influence the hearts and minds of the border people of our Great Yan."

Manipulating people's hearts? Lin Feng frowned. This was far more insidious than open warfare.

The northern lands are bitterly cold, and the people are known for their fierce and straightforward nature, as well as their reverence for heaven, earth, and spirits. If Feng Kun could truly use the so-called "geographical anomalies" to create panic, incite the border residents, or even destabilize the border troops, the harm would be even greater.

"This matter must be immediately reported to Commander Zhao of Shuofeng and reported to the imperial court," Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"Furthermore, the other spies and contact methods provided by Old Official Chen in Iron Wall City and its surrounding areas should be immediately located and secretly eliminated, leaving no trace!"

"yes!"

"Also, Xie Wanqing..." Lin Feng paused, "Please ask her to come to the study."

Before long, Xie Wanqing arrived at the study.

She changed into a clean, light blue dress, and her complexion was much better than a few days ago, but a layer of melancholy still lingered between her brows.

"Thank you, Miss Xie. Please have a seat." Lin Feng gestured to the chair opposite him. "I invited you here today because there are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."

Xie Wanqing sat down as instructed: "Please speak, sir."