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

After a long while, until their lungs were almost empty, the two separated, panting heavily.

Urna's honey-colored cheeks were flushed with a beautiful blush, her originally sharp eyes were now glistening with tears, her lips were slightly swollen, and she leaned unsteadily on Lin Feng's shoulder.

Deep within Lin Feng's usually calm eyes, a dark fire seemed to burn. His chest heaved violently, yet his arms remained tightly wrapped around her, as if afraid that if he let go, the person before him would vanish like a phantom.

"...Bastard..." Urna caught her breath and suddenly punched his shoulder hard, but not hard, with a hint of reproach, but also with unspeakable grievance and lingering fear.

"Who told you...who told you to show off by climbing that cliff! What if you fell!"

Lin Feng chuckled softly, the sound resonating in his chest, carrying an unprecedented ease and joy. He reached out and gently wiped away the remaining tear tracks from the corner of her eye with his fingertips, his touch unusually tender: "If you don't climb up, are you going to wait to die down there? Or... do you want them to capture you and send you to Burte to curry favor?"

"You dare!" Urna glared at him, but her glare was not intimidating at all; instead, it sounded like she was being coquettish.

"I wouldn't dare." Lin Feng readily complied, lowered his head, and lightly pecked her swollen lips again, his expression filled with undisguised tenderness. "My prairie eagle can only be mine."

"Who's yours!" Urna's face flushed even more. She tried to push him away, but he held her even tighter. So she buried her face in the crook of his neck and said in a muffled voice, "You...you Han people, aren't you the most particular about etiquette and rules? You've made a private vow of marriage with a Di woman like me..."

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible." Lin Feng's voice rang out above her head, calm and firm. "So what if they are Di or Rong? So what if they are Han? I'm determined to marry you."

Such a straightforward and domineering declaration made Urna's heart tremble, and a hot, warm current flowed through her entire body.

She looked up, meeting the unmistakable seriousness and affection in his deep eyes, and her last trace of hesitation and trepidation vanished. Children of the grasslands, bold in love and hate, once they've made up their minds, it's for life.

He lowered his head again and kissed her forehead, then carefully helped her up. "Can you walk? We must get out of here as soon as possible. The patrol below the cliff could discover something amiss at any moment, and the escaped 'Shadow Wolf' leader will surely bring more men after us."

The mention of pursuers quickly dissipated the romantic atmosphere, and their eyes sharpened again.

Urna nodded and tried to move around a bit. Although her back wound was still painful, it was better than before; the main weakness came from exhaustion and blood loss. "I can walk, just slowly."

Lin Feng said no more, half-supporting and half-carrying her, and determined the direction. They walked slowly and unevenly towards the southeast, where the outline of Iron Wall City was faintly visible.

However, they hadn't gone far when they heard rapid hoofbeats and shouts from below the cliff behind them! Then came the sharp whistling of arrows piercing the air!

"There! On the cliff top! Fire arrows!" Di Rongyu's roar came clearly.

The pursuers arrived incredibly fast! And they spotted them!

Lin Feng suddenly tackled Urna to the ground in the snow, several wolf-tooth arrows whizzing past their scalps. The arrow rain was sparse, clearly fired upwards from the bottom of the canyon, greatly affecting accuracy and power, but the threat remained.

"They can't climb up, but they'll suppress them with arrows, waiting for the main force to detour up the cliff!"

Lin Feng quickly assessed the situation and looked around. The cliff top was flat and open, with only a few scattered low rocks, offering nowhere to hide! If a large cavalry force were to flank them from the gentle slope, they would be sitting ducks!

"Run that way! That stone forest!" Urna shouted, pointing to a cluster of jagged stone pillars about a hundred feet to the right.

The area is filled with strangely shaped rocks, which may provide temporary shelter from arrows and allow one to maneuver around using the terrain.

"Let's go!" Lin Feng pulled Urna up, crouched low, and ran wildly towards the Stone Forest through the gaps in the sparse rain of arrows.

Urna gritted her teeth and followed. The pain of her back wound reopening made her vision blur, but she knew that stopping meant death!

Arrows kept coming from behind. The two ran with all their might, but Urna was exhausted and stumbled forward.

Lin Feng reacted quickly, scooped her up, carried her on his back, and continued running!

Urna lay on his back, watching the veins bulging on his forehead, listening to his heavy breathing, and feeling the difficulty of his every step. Tears blurred her eyes again.

She stopped talking, just hugged him tightly, pressed her face against his sweaty back, and used her last bit of strength to avoid becoming a greater burden to him.

Just as Lin Feng was about to rush into the stone forest with Urna on his back, a powerful arrow, accompanied by a piercing whistle, shot straight into Lin Feng's back!

It was a powerful bow! The archer possessed incredible strength and caught Lin Feng just as he was about to rush into the stone forest, his body momentarily pausing!

"Watch out!" Urna caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and her soul almost left her body. Without thinking, she twisted her body violently, trying to use her back to block it!

But Lin Feng reacted even faster! The instant Urna turned, he sensed something, and at the critical moment, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body falling to the side and forward! The heavy arrow flew past his ribs and embedded itself deeply in a rock in front of him, the arrowhead still humming and vibrating!

The two tumbled to the edge of the stone forest. Lin Feng quickly scooped up Urna and rolled behind a boulder. Almost simultaneously, a hail of arrows rained down, covering the spot where they had just been.

Lin Feng's sharp gaze swept over the situation within the stone forest. The stone forest wasn't large, with jagged rocks that could barely conceal their figures, but it was definitely not a place to linger. The pursuers were on horseback and would soon be able to flank them from both sides.

"It's the Black Wolf Guard's 'Eagle Shooter'!" Urna also saw the heavy arrow embedded in the rock and was still shaken.

The title of "Eagle Shooter" is reserved for the strongest and most skilled archers among the various Di Rong tribes. They are capable of drawing a three-stone bow and shooting down a flying eagle from a hundred paces away. If Lin Feng hadn't reacted so quickly, both of them would have been dead from that arrow.

"We must kill that archer, or we won't be able to get out of this stone forest," Lin Feng said in a deep voice. He picked up a stone from the ground, looked at the long sword in his hand, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

Urna gripped her scimitar tightly, leaning against the cold rock, breathing heavily. Blood loss and running had exhausted her strength, and her vision was blurring, but she forced herself to stay awake.

The man beside her gave her the courage to fight to the death, and the determination to live and die together.

"I'll count to three, then I'll rush out to draw the arrows. You go around to the side and use your scimitar to take out the archer. He should be in that direction," Lin Feng pointed to a higher earthen slope outside the stone forest.

"About eighty paces away, with two or three guards. Remember, you only have one chance; you must kill them with a single blow!"

Urna followed his finger and saw several figures on the earthen slope, one of whom was holding a huge, powerful bow and nocking an arrow.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the metallic taste of blood in her throat, and nodded emphatically: "Okay!"

"One," Lin Feng began to count down, his gaze fixed on the direction of the earthen slope.

"Two," Urna gripped her scimitar tightly, her body slightly arched, like a mother leopard poised to pounce.

"three!"

As soon as he uttered the word "three," Lin Feng leaped out from behind the boulder like a cheetah, but instead of running in a straight line, he zigzagged through the stone forest with a strange and unpredictable zigzag pattern!

At the same time, he raised his left hand, and the stone turned into a streak of black light, smashing into the face of a guard with a knife next to the archer! This sudden and tricky attack forced the guard to hurriedly parry, and his formation was slightly disrupted.