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

The battle ended, and the entrance to the canyon returned to silence, except for the lingering stench of blood. Of the five "Shadow Wolves," four were dead and one escaped.

"How are you?" Lin Feng asked anxiously, supporting the swaying Urna. After the fierce battle, the wound on Urna's back must have reopened.

Urna's face was ashen, her forehead covered in cold sweat, but she forced herself to shake her head: "No...it's nothing, just a superficial wound...that guy is much more troublesome than Batu's henchmen..."

She looked at the corpse of the "Shadow Wolf" on the ground, her gaze grave. "It really was Feng Kun's 'Shadow Wolf'! They actually set up an ambush here!"

"One of them escaped, and our whereabouts and strength will soon reach the ears of Feng Kun and Brte."

Lin Feng quickly examined Wu Erna's wound, and sure enough, the bandage was soaked with blood again. He quickly reapplied the medicine and bandaged it, his movements even gentler and more careful than before.

"Let's set off now. I'll carry you on horseback for this leg of the journey. That way we can conserve our energy for any potential pursuers." Lin Feng swept her up in his arms.

Urna gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

She didn't refuse. She buried her face in his firm chest, listening to his strong, slightly rapid heartbeat, and feeling the warmth and strength of his embrace.

Lin Feng, carrying Urna, strode to his warhorse, mounted it, and galloped away.

They encountered another mountain ahead, so Lin Feng found a secluded spot, hid his horse, ate something, and rested.

Suddenly, the faint sound of horses' hooves and the conversation in the Di language came from ahead, as if a small troop of cavalry was passing by!

Lin Feng paused, then, carrying Urna, dodged behind a boulder, holding his breath. Urna also instantly became alert, her eyes widening.

Were they Burte's patrolmen? Or people from the Black Wolf tribe?

Lin Feng and Urna exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves grew closer, seemingly stopping on the flat ground not far away. The sounds of conversation also became clearer.

"...The Crown Prince has ordered that anyone coming from the direction of Sancha Ridge be detained! Especially Han Chinese and injured women!"

"Boss, does anyone actually walk in this godforsaken place? That old road hasn't been used in years."

"Enough nonsense! Mr. Feng said that Lin Feng is cunning, and Urna is familiar with the terrain; they're very likely to take this secret path back to Ironwall City! Everyone, be alert! Search carefully!"

As expected, they are Bolte's men! And they had already received news of "Shadow Wolf's" escape and were specifically here to intercept him!

Lin Feng frowned. The enemy numbered at least ten, all cavalry. A direct assault would be utterly futile.

What should I do?

He looked down at Urna in his arms. Urna was also looking at him, her eyes filled with no fear, only absolute trust and a resolute determination to live and die together.

She gently shook her head, signaling him not to fight back.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the steep cliffs covered with vines and shrubs on both sides of the valley, then fell on the pale face of the woman in his arms. A bold idea took shape in his mind.

"Hold me tight," he whispered in Urna's ear.

Urna was puzzled, but without hesitation, she hugged his neck tightly.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, spotted a spot on the cliff face with dense vines and protruding rocks for leverage, and with a sudden burst of strength, he grabbed Urna and leaped up the steep cliff!

Holding Urna in one arm, he used his other hand and feet to grab onto the crevices and vines, climbing rapidly up the almost vertical cliff like a nimble ape!

Urna closed her eyes tightly, burying her face in his shoulder, the whistling wind and Lin Feng's heavy breathing filling her ears.

She could feel the tension in his arm and leg muscles, and the thrill of each leap and bound. This man was going to carry her up this near-vertical cliff face and across the canyon!

How audacious! How insane! Yet... how reliable!

The Di Rong patrolmen below the cliff were unaware of the unusual activity above them and continued their aimless search and idle chatter.

Lin Feng's strength was rapidly depleting; his arms were sore and numb, and his fingertips were cut and bleeding from the rough rocks and vines. But he gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the cliff top that was getting closer and closer.

Finally, before his last bit of strength was exhausted, he climbed to the top of the cliff! The two tumbled down the cliff.

Lin Feng was panting heavily, almost collapsing. Ulna rolled out of his arms, ignoring the sharp pain in her back, and hurriedly scrambled to his side: "Lin Feng! How are you?"

"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Lin Feng gasped for breath, forcing a smile as he looked at Urna's anxious face. He reached out and wiped away the moisture on her face, which he couldn't tell was sweat or tears. "We...we're out."

Urna looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a vast wasteland on the other side of the mountain. In the distance, the outline of a familiar, winding, earthen-yellow city wall was faintly visible on the horizon.

It's the Great Wall! It's in the direction of Iron Wall City!

After fighting and supporting each other all the way, we finally saw hope of returning home!

Urna's tears could no longer be held back and flowed freely.

It was the joy of surviving a disaster, the vulnerability brought on by the pain, and even more so, the overwhelming and surging emotions she could no longer suppress towards the man before her.

She suddenly threw herself into Lin Feng's arms and kissed his chapped lips, which were stained with blood and sweat, without hesitation.

Lin Feng froze, and then the feelings that had been suppressed for so long and had quietly grown in their shared life and death experience burst forth like a flood, instantly overturning all the dams of reason.

He kissed her back forcefully, greedily inhaling her breath, her warmth, her trembling, and her tears.

This kiss carried the taste of blood and fire, the breath of the wind, the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, and the mutual confirmation of two hearts that had already clung tightly together in the face of despair.

Urna's kiss was awkward yet forceful, carrying the unbridled passion of a daughter of the grasslands, as well as the catharsis and confirmation of surviving a catastrophe.

After his initial shock, Lin Feng quickly turned the tables, holding the back of her head with one hand to deepen the kiss, while his other hand tightly encircled her slender yet powerful waist, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The entanglement between their lips and teeth carried the stench of blood and sweat, the chill of ice and sand, and the surging emotions that had been suppressed for too long and were finally bursting forth.

There were no romantic moments under the moon, no vows of eternal love. On this cliff top after a desperate struggle for survival, witnessed by the cold wind and the flames of blood, all words seemed pale. Only the most primal and direct touch and exchange between lips and tongues spoke of the palpitations of life and death, and proclaimed the imprint of their mutual belonging.