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

Urna watched his retreating figure, took a deep breath, and whispered to the old nanny, little Droma, and the terrified prisoners, "Follow him. If you want to live, follow him."

The group once again embarked on an unknown, and perhaps even more dangerous, journey of escape.

Lin Feng walked at the front, holding a simple torch in his right hand. The flame flickered weakly, barely illuminating an area of ​​less than ten feet in front of him, reflecting the slippery, dark, watery rock walls and the ceaselessly flowing underground river beneath his feet.

"Stay close! Keep your footing! One pulls the other!" Lin Feng's voice was broken amidst the roaring water, but it carried an undeniable force.

After walking for about half an hour, the stone platform under our feet suddenly ended! Ahead was a nearly vertical cliff, smooth as a mirror, sculpted by the flowing water!

The underground river narrows here before cascading downwards, forming a waterfall with a drop of several meters! The roar is deafening, the mist is thick, and the torchlight flickers uncertainly in the fog, adding to the eeriness.

"There's no way out..." a prisoner murmured in despair.

"There's a way." Lin Feng stared at the churning pool below the waterfall, his voice eerily calm. "Jump in. It's a deep pool below; you won't die. Old Ghost, you go first, scout ahead."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lao Gui took off his cumbersome fur coat, leaving only his shirt, took a deep breath, and jumped into the roaring waterfall!

"Splash!" Water splashed up. Everyone held their breath, waiting. Time seemed to stand still.

Just when some people were about to despair, a muffled "thump-thump" sound, like stones hitting a rock wall, faintly came from behind the waterfall—it was the safety signal that Old Ghost had promised!

"Get off!" Lin Feng shouted sharply, binding the princess tightly to himself with leather ropes, and told Urna, "Hold your breath!"

Lin Feng grabbed her with one hand, and the two were almost touching. Without hesitation, he jumped down!

The icy river water instantly engulfed her head! Urna felt her body being swept away by the rapids, spinning, sinking, and crashing! Then her body suddenly felt light, breaking through the thick curtain of water, and falling into a relatively calm shallow beach where the water only reached her waist!

Lin Feng quickly cut the leather rope, placed the princess on a slightly dry rock by the water, and gestured to Urna to help the princess wring the water off her clothes.

Agula carried the old man on his back. Bagen, the old nanny, Xiao Zhuoma, and the other prisoners were also swept in by the water. They were all soaked to the bone and collapsed on the cold ground, only able to gasp for breath.

Lin Feng rekindled the torch, which was barely extinguished and protected by a leather tarpaulin. The flames blazed again, illuminating the new space.

This is a huge, naturally formed cave, its top invisible, surrounded by jagged rocks, with withered trees and pebbles washed in by the water scattered on the ground. The underground river slows down here, flowing deeper into the darker part of the cave. The air is filled with moisture and an even thicker, indescribable, strange smell that seems to come from the depths of the earth.

"Look! What's that?" Little Zhuoma suddenly pointed to the cave wall not far away and cried out in fear.

Following the direction she pointed, everyone saw several large, irregularly shaped black shadows lying motionless in a dark corner where the firelight couldn't reach.

Lin Feng gripped his dagger tightly, signaling everyone to be quiet. He then slowly approached, torch in hand. Urna struggled to her feet and followed behind him.

The firelight gradually illuminated the dark figures. They were the skeletons of several… enormous, unidentified animals!

On the rock face near the skeleton, there are some blurry patterns and characters that have long been eroded by water and are difficult to recognize. The style is ancient and eerie.

"What...what kind of bones are these?" Urna gasped.

Old Ghost also came closer, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with suspicion in the firelight. "Judging from the color and weathering of these bones, they're probably over a hundred years old. And these carvings..."

"Who cares what it is, as long as it's dead," Lin Feng interrupted their speculation.

Just then, the old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed deep into the cave, and made a terrified "hoarse" sound in his throat: "Light... green light."

Everyone looked on in horror, and sure enough, deep in the cave, in the endless darkness, several eerie, pale green lights appeared! They looked like will-o'-the-wisps, or perhaps the eyes of some kind of creature.

"Is it will-o'-the-wisp?" Agula's voice trembled.

"It's fluorite, reflecting the firelight." Lin Feng's voice was calm and resolute, instantly dispelling some of the unknown fear.

His gaze sharpened, sweeping over the green lights before settling on the faded, ancient arrow markings on the cave wall. "The markings point downstream. There's a path here, one that's been carved out. This might be the path Feng Kun is looking for."

"Follow the markings. Old Ghost, lead the way. Agula, Bagen, cover the flanks. The rest of you, stay close," Lin Feng ordered.

The team set off again, the underground river meandering, the chisel marks gradually becoming visible.

After walking for about half an hour, a fork in the road appeared ahead. Old Ghost reported: one path was a rapid current flowing downwards, while the other turned into a narrow, clearly man-made tunnel. There was a slight breeze, and the arrow pointed towards the tunnel.

"Go in." Lin Feng took the lead and crawled into the narrow cave. The cave was dry, with neat chisel marks, and a breeze carried a fresh chill that was not found outside. After several dozen steps, the space suddenly opened up—a natural stone chamber the size of two rooms, with an abandoned hearth in the center. One side of the rock wall had a narrow crack that let in sunlight and air, and on the other side, there was a heavy stone door half-hidden behind rubble, with a faintly carved dragon pattern!

"Start a fire, fetch water, and check the injuries," Lin Feng commanded briefly.

Everyone immediately sprang into action. Soon, a fire was lit, dispelling the chill, and water was boiled in a copper kettle. The group began to dry their wet clothes.

Lin Feng circled around, inspected the cracks, and returned to the stone door. He pushed it, but it wouldn't budge. He carefully examined the door cracks and the surrounding rock walls, and on an inconspicuous protruding stone brick above the door frame, he discovered extremely fine wear marks, which should be the door's opening mechanism.

"Let's find a way to get up there," Lin Feng said.

He looked around the stone chamber and directed Agula and Bagan to find several flat, hard shale rocks, grind grooves into them, and use the extra clothes to tear into strips to make a rope, thus creating a simple pulley.

"I'll go up and take a look." Lin Feng tested the sturdiness of the rope and was about to step forward.

"I'll go." Urna stepped forward, blocking his way. "You stay here. In case things change up above, someone will be needed to take charge below."

The crevice was narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass sideways. As they neared the entrance, they heard…faint human voices? In the language of the Di Rong?

A chill ran through her, and she slowed her movements even further. After climbing several more feet, a faint glimmer of light pierced through the air ahead, suggesting she had reached the end of the cave. She crouched at the entrance and cautiously peeked out.

Outside is a larger, naturally formed cave.

A bonfire burned in the center of the cave, with a roasted lamb on top. Seven or eight Di Rong soldiers dressed in Black Wolf Tribe attire sat around the fire, laughing and talking loudly, drinking and eating meat.

A dozen or so warhorses were tethered nearby, their saddles still on. Some food sacks and water bags were piled up against one side of the cave wall. It looked like a small outpost or temporary camp.