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Each arrow was cunning and ruthless, aimed precisely at the panicked Black Wolf Guards at the edge of the smoke, who were trying to regroup or put out the fire. Screams of agony rose and fell.

Suddenly, three long and two short, shrill eagle whistles pierced the noise! ​​It was Lin Feng's signal!

Hearing the whistle, Bagen, who was hiding behind a rock in the distance, immediately growled to the group behind him, "Charge!"

He was the first to mount his horse, holding the princess's reins in one hand and brandishing his scimitar in the other, charging like an arrow into the chaotic camp! The old nanny and little Zhuoma followed closely behind, led by the other prisoners.

The troops were like a sharp knife, plunging fiercely into the chaotic enemy camp!

Bagen and the prisoners on horseback brandished their weapons, cutting down several enemies who tried to stop them. Without pausing, they rushed straight through the middle of the camp towards the exit at the other end!

"Stop them! Don't let them get away!" Halbala's eyes were bloodshot as he brandished his scimitar in pursuit, but was forced back by an arrow shot from the top of the cliff.

He looked up and saw two figures on the cliff top quickly retracting their bows, seemingly preparing to retreat.

"Get up the cliff! Kill them!" Harbala went completely mad, commanding his still-mobile subordinates to surge towards the cliff face.

Lin Feng and Urna had already timed it perfectly. After firing their final volley of arrows and suppressing the pursuers for a moment, the two turned and swiftly slid down the cliff to the other side. There, Old Ghost had already come to their aid, leading three stolen warhorses.

The three mounted their horses without lingering in battle, spurred their steeds, and galloped off in the direction where Bagen and the others had disappeared, quickly vanishing into the shadows of the wind, snow, and canyon.

"The Blackwater River is five miles ahead!" Old Ghost shouted in the wind and snow.

"Speed ​​up!" Lin Feng shouted.

He knew that the defeated soldiers of Ghost Cry Rock would soon spread the news, and the pursuers would close in from all sides like wolves smelling blood. He had to cross the Blackwater River before the encirclement was complete.

An hour later, a winding black ribbon appeared on the horizon ahead—the Blackwater River.

Across the river, there were even more undulating hills and the faint outlines of distant mountains; that area was already within the range of Ironwall City's scouts.

The weather was unusually cold this year, with the river frozen solid in winter. Lin Feng spurred his horse and charged onto the ice, galloping towards the opposite bank. The others followed suit, riding across the Blackwater River.

They galloped for several miles until there was no sound behind them, then Lin Feng reined in his horse. Everyone was panting heavily, still shaken. A headcount revealed that they had all crossed the river.

"Rest for a while, then set off."

The Blackwater River has been crossed, and the greatest natural barrier is now behind us. Ahead lies the outer perimeter of Ironwall City, still dozens of miles from the city walls, but the direction of our homeland is clear.

After an incense stick has burned.

"Mount up and get going." Lin Feng turned around. "Old Ghost, you go ahead and scout the way. Take the old hunting trail in Eagle Sorrow Gorge. It's a longer route, but it will avoid the main road and the main mountain passes."

"Commander Lin," the princess suddenly spoke, her voice weak yet clear, "Is Eagle's Sorrow Gorge... too treacherous? What if there's an ambush..."

"It is precisely because of its strategic location that it is not easy to set up a large ambush. Boerte's Black Wolf Guard is used to charging on plains, and the terrain of Eagle Sorrow Gorge restricts horses, which is disadvantageous to them," Lin Feng explained.

"Since there are fewer of us, taking the riskier route is actually safer. Besides," he paused, "Old Ghost is over there, he's made arrangements."

The last sentence put everyone's spirits up. It turned out that Lin Feng had made arrangements all along.

"Let's go." Lin Feng mounted his horse.

The team set off again.

After walking for about an hour, a precipitous mountain pass appeared ahead, flanked by two steep peaks. The pass was filled with jagged rocks and only a narrow strip of land allowed passage; this was Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

"Dismount and lead the way. Watch out for falling rocks overhead." Lin Feng dismounted first, wrapped the reins around his wrist, and stepped into the ravine first.

The procession stretched out in a long, single file, slowly making its way through the treacherous ravine.

Lin Feng suddenly stopped and raised his hand in greeting. The people behind him immediately stopped and lowered their bodies.

Ahead, at the bend in the stream, the faint sound of metal clashing against metal could be heard, along with a few muffled groans! Immediately afterward, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground!

"Be on guard!" Lin Feng shouted, drawing his powerful bow with a backhand, nocking an arrow, and his figure moved forward silently like a cheetah. Urna also gripped her scimitar and followed.

After rounding the corner, four or five black-clad corpses lay scattered across the narrow snowfield ahead, their blood staining the snow red.

Beside the corpse stood three men dressed in gray fur coats, holding blood-stained short spears—the very attire of night watchmen! One of them had a wound on his shoulder, which was being hastily bandaged by his companion.

Upon seeing Lin Feng and Urna appear, the three were initially startled, then their faces lit up with ecstatic joy. The leader stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and exclaimed in a hoarse, excited voice, "Commander! You've finally arrived! Your subordinate, Liu San, was here to provide backup as instructed by Old Ghost Head! We just killed a few bastards who tried to sneak over!"

They're the ones who came to meet us! And we've already engaged in combat!

"Where's Lao Gui?" Lin Feng asked.

"Old Ghost Head just led another team of brothers to set up an ambush at another location," Liu San replied quickly. "We must get through Eagle's Sorrow Gorge as soon as possible. There's an abandoned beacon tower ten miles ahead; we can hold it and also light smoke signals to send a message to the city!"

"Let's go!" Lin Feng made a decisive decision, saying to Liu San, "You two lead the way and get out of the ravine as soon as possible. Urna, you protect the princess and follow. I'll cover the rear."

"You're the garrison commander alone..." Liu San looked at Lin Feng.

"It's alright," Lin Feng waved his hand. Liu San said no more and immediately led the way with his companions. The group sped through Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

Sure enough, the caravan hadn't gone far when they heard faint, rapid hoofbeats and shouts coming from deep within the ravine behind them! The pursuers were closing in!

"Hurry up!" Lin Feng shouted, but he reined in his horse, turned around, drew his bow and aimed at the corner of the road they had come from.

Urna glanced back at him, gritted her teeth, cracked her whip, and charged forward with the princess.

"Boom!" The sound of hooves thundered closer and closer! From around the corner, three Black Wolf Guard light cavalrymen charged out first!

When they saw Lin Feng standing alone on his horse, bow drawn and ready, they were first stunned, then roared ferociously and charged forward!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Lin Feng's bowstring twanged repeatedly, and three sharp arrows shot out like meteors, targeting the faces, throats, and hearts of the three men!