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

In that split second, Urna made a move!

She emerged from behind another boulder in the opposite direction from Lin Feng, and silently and swiftly pounced on the earthen slope!

She was actually planning to launch a surprise attack simultaneously with Lin Feng, one on each side!

The archers on the earthen slope were indeed drawn to Lin Feng's attention, and fired a barrage of heavy arrows, which Lin Feng narrowly avoided.

By the time he caught a glimpse of Urna attacking from the other side, she had already rushed down the slope!

"Stop her!" the archer shouted, turning his bowstring, but at such close range, the powerful bow lost its aim. Two guards beside him charged forward, swords drawn.

A cold glint flashed in Urna's eyes. Without dodging or avoiding, she met the blade's light head-on, suddenly ducking down and sliding through the gap between the two blades. Her curved blade drew a chilling arc, slicing across the throat of a guard and spraying blood!

At the same time, her left leg swept like a whip, striking another guard hard in the back of the knee! The man screamed and fell to the ground.

The archer was greatly alarmed and abandoned his bow, drawing his sword.

But Urna was faster! She crashed into the Eagle Shooter's arms! The Eagle Shooter felt a chill on his chest and looked down to see a blood-stained blade protruding from his back.

Urna's scimitar, from bottom to top, precisely pierced his heart.

"Ho...ho..." The archer stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his throat gurgling, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Ulna, leaning on her scimitar, knelt on one knee beside the archer's corpse, panting heavily, her face ashen, but her eyes burning with the flames of victory. Blood had soaked through her clothes on her back.

"Ulna!" Lin Feng rushed to her side and supported her swaying body.

"It's over..." Urna managed a weak smile, then everything went black, and she collapsed into his arms, completely losing consciousness.

After continuous fierce battles, desperate escapes, and worsening injuries, her body finally reached its limit.

Lin Feng's heart tightened. He checked her breathing; it was weak but still steady. She had simply fainted from exhaustion.

He quickly surveyed the battlefield. The four enemies on the earthen slope had been dealt with. The pursuers outside the stone forest, having lost their commander and the strongest long-range threat, and also wary of the stone forest's terrain, had temporarily ceased their attack and seemed to be regrouping, waiting for more reinforcements.

We can't wait any longer! We must leave immediately!

Lin Feng tore off a strip of cloth and quickly applied emergency bandages to stop the bleeding from Urna's ruptured wound, then tied her tightly to his back.

He picked up the archer's three-stone bow and quiver, and scavenged some arrows, dried meat, and water from the guards. Then, ignoring the pursuers who were eyeing him but dared not attack, he mounted one of the guards' warhorses, carried Urna on his back, and galloped toward Ironwall City.

The shouts of the pursuers rang out again, and the thunder of hooves indicated that they had regrouped and caught up.

But Lin Feng ignored it all, his eyes fixed only on the increasingly clear outline of the yellowish-brown city wall ahead.

Closer, closer.

He could even see the familiar "Lin" banner fluttering atop the city wall, and the cold glint of weapons gleaming in the setting sun.

"It's the garrison commander! The garrison commander is back!" A sharp-eyed sentry on the city wall shouted with surprise and a changed tone.

"Open the city gates! Lower the drawbridge!"

After a brief moment of astonishment and confirmation, the city walls erupted in an uproar!

Exclamations, commands, and the creaking of the winch mingled together, breaking the silence of dusk.

The heavy iron gate creaked open slowly, and the drawbridge spanning the moat was lowered with a thud. Lin Feng did not slow down, carrying the unconscious Urna on his back, he rode across the drawbridge, through the gate, and into the Iron Wall City, his body shrouded in cold air and the stench of blood.

The city gates closed swiftly behind him, and the drawbridge was raised, shutting out the shouts and arrows of the pursuers.

"Defend!" Han Tao and Lei Bao had already rushed down from the city wall upon hearing the news. When they saw Lin Feng covered in blood, carrying a seriously injured stranger dressed in Di Rong attire in his arms, they were both horrified.

Lin Feng said, "Immediately prepare a clean room, hot water, the best wound medicine, and ginseng soup! Go and fetch Shen Qingyi! Be quick!"

"Yes!" Han Tao and Lei Bao did not dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately gave orders separately.

Several guards led over a covered carriage. Lin Feng carefully placed Ulna on the soft cushions inside the carriage, while he sat on the carriage shaft. Han Tao drove the carriage himself, with Lei Bao leading a squad of guards on either side, and they sped towards the garrison headquarters.

"Is there any unusual activity on Yan Ying's side?" Lin Feng asked.

"In the few days since the garrison commander left the city, he and that cold-noodles man have explored almost the entire city, paying particular attention to the garrison commander's residence and the west courtyard."

As Han Tao drove, he spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"Yesterday, Lengmian tried to force his way into the West Courtyard to see Miss Xie, but we stopped him on the grounds that 'the female relatives are ill.' However, judging from his expression, he was not giving up. In addition, we found several unfamiliar faces in several inns in the city. They were acting suspiciously and were probably spies of the Plum Blossom Guard."

"Understood." Lin Feng's eyes were icy. "After returning to the manor, immediately triple the manpower to seal off the inner courtyard, especially the west courtyard and the place where Urna is recuperating."

"yes!"

The carriage stopped at the side gate of the garrison headquarters. The inner courtyard had already been informed, and Yun Li, Su Wanyue, Shen Qingyi, and Bai Xiaohe were all gathered in the passageway inside the second gate, their faces filled with fear and worry. They only knew that Lin Feng had returned overnight, but they didn't know the specifics.

When they saw Lin Feng carrying a blood-covered, unconscious Di Rong woman in his arms, followed by Han Tao and Lei Bao with solemn expressions, the air froze instantly.

"Husband!" Yun Li was the first to react, rushing forward. When she saw him covered in blood, her eyes instantly reddened, and her voice trembled.

Su Wanyue covered her mouth with her hand, forcing herself not to cry out, tears welling up in her eyes. Shen Qingyi had already stepped forward quickly with her medicine box, her gaze sweeping over Lin Feng and Wu Erna's injuries, her brows furrowed.

"I'm fine," Lin Feng said, but his gaze fell on Shen Qingyi. "She has a very deep knife wound on her back and has lost a lot of blood."

Shen Qingyi nodded, said no more, and gestured for Lin Feng to carry the person into the warm east wing that had been prepared.

Shen Qingyi focused intently on administering the acupuncture. Yun Li and Su Wanyue had already quietly gone to the kitchen and brought over a rich ginseng soup made with old ginseng.

Shen Qingyi helped Wuerna up slightly, and Lin Feng took the bowl of ginseng soup and carefully fed it to her with a silver spoon. After a few bites, a very faint color seemed to return to her pale face.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Husband, who is this young lady...?" Yun Li finally couldn't help but ask softly.