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

The camp erupted into chaos! The Di Rong soldiers, just awakened from their sleep, were disheveled and disoriented; many couldn't even find their weapons or horses. Startled cattle, sheep, and horses neighed and ran about, adding to the confusion.

Han Tao's cavalry deliberately targeted areas with many people, dense tents, and gathered livestock, charging and attacking them while throwing torches indiscriminately, setting fire to tents and haystacks.

The entire Yematan Basin was instantly engulfed in flames and chaos.

The warriors of the Harbala tribe were quite brave. After the initial panic, they began to try to rally and resist under the command of some minor leaders.

"Retreat! To the southeast, to Vulture Ridge!" Han Tao saw that the fire had started and chaos had ensued. He also saw a large group of torches moving towards them from the southeast. It was clear that the Black Wolf Guard Batel's troops, which had been patrolling nearby, were on their way after receiving the alarm.

Yan Qing's night watchmen had already taken advantage of the chaos to retreat and rendezvouse with Han Tao at the designated location. Of the 250 riders, apart from a few minor injuries, they were almost unharmed.

Looking back, Yematan was already a sea of ​​fire, with cries of agony filling the air.

Ironwall City, Eagle Beak Rock Camp. Zhou Ming stood on the high platform at the camp gate, gazing at the faint red light on the northern horizon, a smile on his face.

He turned to his deputy and said, "Pass on the order: according to plan, break camp before dawn, advance thirty li, and set up camp near 'Black Stone Valley'! Raise many flags and send out numerous scouts, so that those Di barbarians will think that our army is about to march north tomorrow!"

"yes!"

The golden-topped tent. Asuda was awakened by hurried footsteps and cries of alarm, a sharp pain shooting through his chest wound.

"Great Khan! Something terrible has happened! Wild Horse Beach... Wild Horse Beach has been attacked! Chief Harbala... has been killed in battle! The tribe has been burned!" The guards scrambled into the tent, their voices trembling.

"What?!" Asuda was both shocked and furious. He sat up abruptly, which aggravated his wounds. His vision went black, and he almost fainted.

"It's Lin Feng?! How...how dare he?!"

"It's the banner of Han Tao and Yan Qing! There are probably several hundred elite cavalry! Lord Batel is leading his troops in pursuit!"

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Asda roared, grabbing the silver bowl beside his pillow and smashing it hard on the ground.

"Tell Batel to give chase! Make sure they're pinned down and wiped out completely! Leave no one alive! Also, immediately order all units to strengthen their defenses, especially towards Wolf Howl Peak! We absolutely cannot let the Yan people slip through our fingers again!"

"yes!"

Feng Kun and High Priest Ulun were also alarmed and rushed over.

"Great Khan, this is likely no ordinary disturbance," Feng Kun said in a deep voice.

"The Yan army's move was perfectly timed, striking directly at the sensitive point between the White Deer and Black Wolf tribes. With Harbala dead, the White Deer tribe is bound to descend into chaos. And they chose Wild Horse Beach, only eighty miles from the Holy Mountain... Could Lin Feng's target be...?"

"You mean, he wants to divert the guards from the Holy Mountain?" Asda exclaimed in surprise.

"We must be on guard," High Priest Ulun finally spoke. "The Southerners are cunning, they use feints to attack from the east while striking from the west, a common tactic. With Batel's Black Wolf Guards lured away, the southeast of the Holy Mountain is now vulnerable."

Cold sweat beaded on Asuda's forehead: "We absolutely cannot let Lin Feng succeed. We must strengthen the core defenses of the Holy Mountain Forbidden Area!"

Meanwhile, they were hiding in a concealed position on the outskirts of Wolf Howl Peak.

"The core defenses of the forbidden area have been strengthened," "Old Stone" said to several figures around him who were also shrouded in gray-brown cloaks.

"Although the number of guards has increased, there will be gaps during the rotation. There will be gaps between the personal guards and the original guards, and between the shamans and the 'diggers.' This is our opportunity."

"Master, when do we make our move?" a slightly petite cloaked figure asked in a low voice; the voice was that of a woman.

"At midnight tonight," Elder Shi said slowly.

On the southern slope of Wolf Howl Peak, the night was as dark as iron.

It was almost midnight, and there were no stars or moon.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and earth, along with faint sounds of knocking and shouting coming from deep underground.

Three gray figures, almost blending into the night, lay hidden behind a pile of rocks on the outskirts of the forbidden area. The leader was none other than "Old Stone".

The so-called forbidden area has no high walls or deep ravines, but the terrain is treacherous, with only a few hidden paths leading to the core.

At the entrance to the small road and several high points, shadowy figures could be vaguely seen moving about; these were the torches of sentries.

"Team A is in position."

"Team B is in position."

"The guards change shifts every half hour. During the shift change, there will be a brief opening at the northeast and southwest passes. You can sneak in." Old Stone's voice was extremely low.

"Three, two, one... Move!"

The instant "Old Stone" counted to one, the torchlights at the northeast and southwest passes flickered, and a brief exchange could be faintly heard.

The two groups of people, A and B, moved like cats, silently slipping into the pass under the cover of shadows and the sound of the wind.

"Old Stone" led his two disciples, Qingluan and Xuanshi, and hurried to a ditch mouth in the west, hidden by dense withered vines. The ditch was damp, with a shallow stream flowing through it.

The three waded into the water.

The ravine winds its way upwards, becoming narrower and narrower, sometimes requiring one to squeeze sideways to pass. But this is clearly a blind spot for the guards.

The deeper you go, the clearer the sounds of knocking and shouting from underground become, and the stronger the smell of sulfur and saltpeter in the air.

About fifteen minutes later, a faint light appeared ahead, and voices could be heard.

"Old Stone" gestured for them to stop, and the three of them held their breath and peered out from the crack in the rock.

Outside was a huge natural cave with three bottomless, enormous fissures extending in different directions.

At the edge of the fissure, there were simple bamboo and wooden walkways and platforms. Countless figures carefully carried boxes of black powder (gunpowder) to a specific stone platform deep inside the fissure and fixed them in place.

About twenty paces from the outlet of the drainage ditch where they were hiding, a large natural stone cave was filled with more sealed wooden boxes and dozens of black pottery jars, and the air was thick with the smell of kerosene.

Outside the cave, four "digging" assassins stood guard with knives.

"start!"

Xuan Shi suddenly poked half of his body out from the crack in the rock, holding a thin copper tube in his hand, aiming at the four guards twenty paces away. With a puff of his cheeks, four almost invisible, tiny black shadows shot out!

The four men felt a sharp pain in their throats, tried to shout but couldn't, then felt dizzy, their limbs went weak, and they staggered to the ground. The anesthetic had taken effect.

In the blink of an eye, "Old Stone" moved!

He was like a weightless shadow, clinging to the damp rock wall. In the flickering light and shadow of the fire, he rose and fell a few times and silently slid into the cave!

Inside the cave, on a central stone platform, sits a complex bronze mechanism connected by multiple oil-soaked hemp ropes; this is the main ignition device that controls the multiple fuses.

"Old Shi" inspected the seals of several oil cans, then used his dagger to drill tiny holes in inconspicuous spots at the bottom of the cans, pouring oil onto the oil-soaked hemp rope. He took out a tinderbox, lit it, and tossed the burning tinder onto the oil-soaked hemp rope!

"Whoosh!" A pale blue flame shot up instantly, rushing along the kerosene rope toward the gunpowder box and the main fuse!