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

"yes!"

Sitting around the campfire, with hot water and dried meat, Urna recounted in detail her activities over the past few days:

She has successfully contacted Sude, the son of the old chieftain of the Suhe tribe who is under house arrest, as well as two other tribal leaders who are dissatisfied with Burte. She has secretly gathered about two hundred warriors who dare to resist and scattered them in several hidden locations.

Amur reports:

The three members of Linglong Pavilion had a clear destination: a treacherous place deep within White Wolf Valley known as "Eagle Beak Cliff," a place with extremely unique terrain, rumored to be the ruins of an ancient altar. At the foot of the cliff, the three met up with another group of about ten Linglong Pavilion members, seemingly preparing for some kind of survey or excavation. Along the way, Amur and his group also discovered traces of what appeared to be Yan Qing or "Shadow Wolves," but did not encounter them directly.

Lin Feng finally understood: Linglong Pavilion indeed possessed more precise intelligence, directly locating the suspected entrance. They were carrying a fake model; once they attempted to open it, they would either fail and be hindered, or… potentially trigger unknown risks.

"We must go to Eagle's Beak Cliff immediately. First, to find Yan Qing. Second, to keep an eye on Linglong Pavilion and see how much they know and what they're planning."

Lin Feng said, "Urna, you take your men and continue to monitor the situation, conserve your strength, and wait for our news. If we succeed or rescue Yan Qing, we will notify you immediately, and then we can coordinate an attack from within."

"Amur, you are familiar with the terrain over there, lead the way. We'll set off in an hour and launch a night raid on Eagle's Beak Cliff!" Lin Feng ordered.

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind was like a knife.

Eagle Beak Cliff, as its name suggests, is a jagged cliff that resembles a giant eagle swooping down, its sharp beak piercing the earth, rising abruptly among the mountains deep in White Wolf Valley. Below the cliff is a relatively open but rugged, rocky slope.

Lin Feng and his companions stealthily made their way to the edge of the rocky slope and lay in ambush behind a huge reclining ox-shaped rock. This location was about two hundred paces from the bottom of Eagle's Beak Cliff.

Below the cliff, a few faint lights flickered in the wind and snow, vaguely outlining the silhouettes of several tents and the movement of figures. This was the Linglong Pavilion campsite.

"Guards, look over there." Amur lowered his voice and pointed to an inconspicuous crevice in the cliff face behind the camp, half-hidden by a few clumps of dead vines.

"During the day, we observed that people from Linglong Pavilion went in and out of there several times, each time very carefully, as if they were carrying something in."

"How many people are in the camp? How is the defense?" Lin Feng asked.

"On the surface, there are about fifteen people, including Su Xuanji who arrived during the day and her two guards, and the rest are probably craftsmen, strongmen, and guards. But there are definitely sentries hidden in the shadows. We observed at least three sentry positions during the day, located at high points in the east, west, and south directions. There may also be traps around the camp."

Fifteen people, plus sentries, possibly more than twenty. There are also hidden traps.

"Amur, take two men and go around to the eastern stone forest. Search carefully for any clues about Yan Qing, then retreat back here to regroup," Lin Feng instructed. "The rest of you, follow me and sneak into the camp."

"yes!"

The distance gradually closed. One hundred and fifty paces, one hundred paces... The hushed conversations coming from the camp could be clearly heard, in Mandarin with a Jiangnan accent, mixed with the crisp sounds of tools striking rocks.

Inside the largest tent in the center of the camp, lights shone brightly, illuminating several figures who appeared to be studying some blueprints. Outside the tent, several guards stood with swords at their sides.

At that moment, two men carrying torches cautiously emerged from the crevice. They walked to the front of the central tent and whispered a few words to those inside.

The tent flap was lifted, and Su Xuanji, dressed in light blue arrow-sleeved robes and a silver fox fur coat, stepped out. Even in the cold winter night, she remained upright and her face was serene. In the firelight, she resembled a plum blossom in the snow.

"How is it?" Su Xuanji's voice could be faintly heard through the wind.

"Miss, the passageway has been cleared for about ten zhang. The front is blocked by a dragon-severing stone. The stone is peculiar and exceptionally hard, and ordinary tools cannot move it. There are patterns on the stone that match some of the cloud patterns drawn on the rubbing, but it seems... a key element is missing," a person replied respectfully.

"The Dragon-Slaying Stone... just as I expected." Su Xuanji wasn't too surprised. She pondered, "It seems that without the real key or finding the correct mechanism, it's difficult to open it based solely on the rubbing. Continue cleaning the passageway and make rubbings of the patterns around the Dragon-Slaying Stone for careful study."

"yes!"

The Dragon-Slaying Stone! The pattern matches the rubbing perfectly! It requires a real key or mechanism! Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. The Linglong Pavilion had indeed found a suspected entrance, and progressed rapidly, already touching the core obstacle.

The "key" they spoke of was undoubtedly the real Panlong Jade Pendant! It seems that Linglong Pavilion's understanding of the underground palace is far deeper than Feng Kun's! Or perhaps they will try to force it open using other methods?

Just then, from the darkness east of the camp, near the stone forest, came a very short whistle, like a night bird startled into flight! It was Amur and his men issuing a warning signal! Something was wrong!

Almost simultaneously, the sentries on the high ground on the east side of the camp seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly stood up, looked towards the stone forest, and raised their crossbows!

Were they exposed? Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. Had Amur and his group been discovered? Or Yan Qing?

Before he could think further, the clang of clashing weapons and a muffled groan suddenly rang out from the direction of the stone forest! Immediately following was Amur's furious roar: "Stop him!"

The fighting has started! Without further hesitation, Lin Feng shouted to the six men behind him, "Prepare for backup! Watch out for the sentries!"

He himself, like a cheetah poised for battle, leaped from the snow pit and pounced on the camp! His target was the sentry on the east side who had just gotten up and whose attention was drawn to the stone forest! He had to take out that eye first!

He was so fast that his figure left a faint afterimage in the snow, arriving in an instant!

The sentry had just aimed his crossbow at the stone forest when he suddenly felt a gust of wind from his side. He turned around in horror and saw a dark figure already in front of him, the cold blade reflecting the snow light as it sliced ​​across his throat! He didn't even see the person's face clearly.

Lin Feng killed the sentry with a single strike, and without pausing, he lightly touched the rock with his toes, turned his body, and pounced on another sentry on the high point to the west!