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

Yan Ying's pupils contracted sharply, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"You...you dare threaten the imperial envoy?!" Yan Ying squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"I wouldn't dare." Lin Feng took a step back, his gaze sweeping over Leng Mian and the others. "Lin Feng is merely reminding the special envoy that the border region is a crucial place, where swords and spears have no eyes, the Di and Rong tribes are ruthless, and spies are unpredictable. The special envoy carries out the emperor's orders, so it would be best for him to stay at the post station and 'supervise' the documents."

After saying that, he turned and strode away. Han Tao and the others followed closely behind.

"Commander, are you just going to let this eunuch go like this?" Han Tao was still indignant.

"He has documents from the Ministry of War, so there's no point in resisting him head-on. The most important thing right now is to stabilize the city's defenses, heal Urna, and find out the truth about the jade pendant," Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

Inside the warm pavilion in the east wing of the garrison's residence, the charcoal fire still burned warmly, and the air was filled with the bitter smell of medicine.

Urna was fast asleep.

Lin Feng leaned back on the chair by the couch, closed his eyes to rest, and placed a long sword across his knees.

Han Tao lowered his voice and reported from outside the door: "Commander, there's an urgent matter."

Lin Feng stood up, walked out of the warm pavilion with light steps, and closed the door behind him.

Under the eaves, Han Tao's face was solemn, and he held a small metal cylinder, about two fingers wide, tightly wrapped in oilcloth, in his hand.

"Where did it come from?" Lin Feng took it; it felt slightly heavy and cool to the touch.

"West Gate. Just as dawn was breaking, the brothers on duty patrolled below the gate tower and found a crossbow bolt stuck in a pillar of the gate tower, with this bolt tied to it."

Lin Feng opened the quick browse function, and his face instantly darkened.

"Commander, what does the letter say?" Han Tao asked in a low voice, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"Borte and Fengkun have completely taken control of the royal court and placed the princess under house arrest. Using the pretext that the Khan is seriously ill and urgently needs reinforcements, they have announced that the princess will be betrothed to the Black Fox Khan's younger brother—the notoriously cruel and lustful Batur—and the wedding is set for…seven days from now!"

"Seven days from now?!" Han Tao gasped. "This is forced marriage! They want to completely control the princess, and might even... harm her and annex her maternal clan's power!"

"Not only that." Lin Feng's eyes flashed coldly. "The letter said that Burte knew Urna was with me and that she was seriously injured. He spread the word that he hoped Urna would 'be sensible' and return to the royal court to 'attend' the princess's wedding, and return the princess's 'personal ornament' (clearly referring to the jade pendant). Otherwise, the princess's situation after the wedding would be 'unpredictable.' This is clearly using the princess's life to force Urna to return and force us to hand over the jade pendant!"

"How vicious!" Han Tao gritted his teeth.

"If we stand idly by, the princess will surely be murdered, and Miss Urna will never forgive herself. Besides, time is too short—only seven days!"

"Is the messenger a friend or foe?" Han Tao asked.

"It's hard to say," Lin Feng said. "It could be a loyal person close to the princess who hasn't been exposed yet, who risked spreading the message. It could also be that it was done deliberately by Boerte or Feng Kun, to convey a threat, to see our reaction, or even to lure us out of the city."

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes: "Whoever it is, the news is probably true. The seven-day deadline is their final ultimatum, and also their smug calculation that they believe they have the situation under control."

"Then what do we do?" Han Tao asked anxiously.

"The princess must be saved, and the jade pendant must not be handed over," Lin Feng said decisively. "But we can't force it. We need more information about which other forces within the Gray Fox Clan can be won over."

"Furthermore, we need time to help Urna regain her mobility as soon as possible. She is the princess's most trusted person and the one most familiar with the royal court and its internal affairs. Ultimately, we may still have to rely on her to save the princess."

"But what about Miss Urna's injury..." Han Tao said worriedly.

"As long as she can regain her mobility, even if she can't fight like before, her experience and intellect are her greatest weapons," Lin Feng said.

He turned around and pushed open the door to the warm room.

On the couch, Urna seemed to be startled by the sound of the door opening. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked up: "Princess... is there any news?"

Lin Feng knew he couldn't hide it from her, and there was no need to. He briefly told her the contents of the metal cylinder, omitting the parts of the letter about forcing her to return and threatening the princess, only saying that Burte was forcing the princess into marriage and that the wedding would be in seven days.

Even so, Urna's face turned deathly pale, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she struggled to her feet, crying out, "I want to go back! The princess..."

"What can you do if you go back now?!" Lin Feng pressed her down. "Are you going to your death? Or are you going to hand yourself and the jade pendant over to Bo'erte and Feng Kun, so they can control the princess even more ruthlessly?"

"What you need to do now is recover from your injuries as quickly as possible, and then we'll work together to find a way to rescue the princess from Berthe! You are the princess's sharpest blade and most trusted eagle. Can an eagle with broken wings still protect its master?!"

"But I..." Urna's voice choked with sobs.

She took a deep breath, gripped Lin Feng's hand tightly in return, and said in a hoarse but clear voice, "You're right. I need to get better, I need to go back, and save the princess."

Lin Feng couldn't sleep at night, so he got up and paced around the yard.

"Whoosh—smack!"

A whistling arrow shot into the sky from the west of the city, exploding into a bright green flame in the night sky!

Immediately following were the urgent sounds of police gongs and shouts: "Fire! Fire in the West Market!"

"Grain depot! It's in the direction of the West Market Grain Depot!"

Lin Feng's expression changed drastically! The West Market Granary! It stores nearly 30% of Ironwall City's reserve grain! If it is lost, the morale of the army will surely collapse!

Almost simultaneously, another whistling arrow rose from the south of the city, exploding into red fireworks!

A diversionary tactic? A feint to the east while attacking in the west? Or... a full-scale attack?!

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light as he shouted, "Han Tao! Lei Bao! Guard the four gates and the mansion! Personal guards, follow me to the West Market granary! The rest of you, stay at your posts; anyone who moves out of line will be killed without mercy!"

He grabbed his long sword and, like a black lightning bolt, rushed out of the garrison headquarters, speeding towards the West Market, which was ablaze with flames!

In the direction of the West Market, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed, turning half of the night sky into an eerie orange-red.

Lin Feng, leading a squad of personal guards, sprinted through the streets at full speed. Along the way, many awakened civilians rushed onto the streets in a panic, carrying buckets of water or helping the elderly and children to escape in the opposite direction of the fire, and order began to break down.

The closer they got to the West Market, the stronger the heatwave and the brighter the flames. On the edge of the West Market, two of the large brick and wood warehouses, which were used to store reserve military rations, were now completely engulfed in flames, crackling and popping.

Another building was also half-burned, and the fire was raging.

"Commander!" A garrison commander, his face covered in soot and his armor askew, scrambled over and shouted hoarsely.

"They're spies! At least five or six of them, dressed in our auxiliary soldiers' uniforms, suddenly attacked, killed the guards, poured oil on the warehouse, and set it on fire! Our men are trying to extinguish the fire, but it's too big!"