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

The group fought and retreated, fleeing for their lives in the predetermined direction.

Behind them, the royal court was ablaze with flames and the alarm bells blared. More Black Wolf Guards poured out from all directions of the royal court, but in the darkness it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe; the noise outweighed the action.

As the first rays of dawn illuminated the vast snowfield, Lin Feng, Urna, and the others had safely arrived at the Suhe tribe's secret camp with the rescued elders.

Inside the largest tent, mare's milk and dried meat were laid out, and the old chieftain Suhbalu was talking with Lin Feng and Urna.

"...Many thanks to Commander Lin for his righteous assistance in rescuing this old man from prison and helping my Suhe tribe escape the clutches of the traitor Brteina."

He raised the mare's milk and, with the most solemn etiquette of the grasslands, addressed Lin Feng, saying, "From this day forward, our Suhe tribe will follow only the lead of the garrison commander and Princess Ulolan! We are willing to form an eternal alliance with the garrison commander and Iron Wall City to jointly resist traitors like Boerte and Feng Kun!"

"We are too." The other tribal chiefs who had been rescued also raised their bowls of mare's milk and offered them to Lin Feng.

After the meal.

Lin Feng used a charcoal pencil to mark the location of Eagle Beak Cliff heavily on the spread-out map.

"Berte and Feng Kun, with a large number of people and explosives, went to Eagle's Beak Cliff. Their goal was clear—to forcibly blast open the entrance to the underground palace. If Feng Kun and Berte obtain the secret treasure, their power will be unstoppable. The Gray Fox tribe, and even the entire Northern Frontier, will never have peace again."

"The problem now is how to deal with this?" Urna interjected. "On our side, including the warriors from the Suhe tribe and other tribes, we only have four or five hundred men. They are poorly equipped and poorly trained. We have no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation."

"We can't fight head-on; we have to outsmart them and win amidst the chaos." Lin Feng pointed to the location of the royal court. "Borte and Feng Kun's elite forces have been drawn to Eagle's Beak Cliff, leaving the royal court relatively vulnerable. This is an opportunity."

"The meaning of 'defense' is..." Sude's eyes lit up.

"Splitting the forces," Lin Feng decided. "Ulna, you're familiar with the royal court. You take the warriors from these tribes and, while the court is vulnerable and people are in a state of panic, launch a surprise attack!"

"Seize control of the royal court, liberate more tribes oppressed by Brte, and raise the banner of resistance against Brte! At the same time, send messengers to contact all tribes dissatisfied with Brte and call upon them to fight against the traitor! Once the royal court changes hands and the news spreads, Brte's rear will be unstable, and the morale of his army will surely collapse!"

Urna's breathing quickened slightly, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Yes! As long as we have the royal court, we can command all the tribes in the name of the princess! Börte will then be nothing but a stray dog!"

"What about Eagle Beak Cliff?" Sukhbaatar asked worriedly.

"Eagle Beak Cliff, I'll go." Lin Feng said calmly, "I'll also bring thirty cavalrymen."

Half an hour later, the thirty riders, led by Lin Feng, galloped toward Eagle Beak Cliff.

Almost simultaneously, another, larger force, led by Urna and Sud, charged back towards the royal court, which they had just fled from.

Eagle Beak Cliff.

Lin Feng lay prone behind a huge rock, his gaze sweeping across the area below.

The scene was shocking.

The relatively open, rocky slope at the bottom of the cliff has now completely changed. Dozens of tents belonging to the Black Wolf tribe are scattered like poisonous mushrooms, roughly estimated to be home to more than three hundred soldiers, all of whom are elite troops in full armor and exuding a murderous aura.

In the center of the camp, the loads from those heavy carts were piled up! Feng Kun had indeed transported the explosives from the royal court's main warehouse here!

At the edge of the open space, Feng Kun was pointing and gesturing with several "Iron Claw" leaders and Black Wolf Guard generals, seemingly making arrangements for something.

The crevice in the cliff face, previously partially obscured by vines, had been enlarged and cleared, revealing a dark opening wide enough for two people to walk side by side. Outside the opening, digging tools and rubble were scattered. Several craftsmen were moving in and out of the opening, carrying away rubble.

The Linglong Pavilion camp was nowhere to be found; had they retreated?

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the camp below!

It seemed that Feng Kun had given some kind of order, and a team of Black Wolf Guards began to carry explosives out of the piled-up wooden crates and head towards the cave entrance in the cliff!

Judging from this setup, they're going to pile up a large amount of explosives near the Dragon-Slaying Stone and then detonate them all at once!

"They're going to blow it up!" Yan Qing whispered.

Lin Feng's mind raced. Should they forcibly seize it? Stop the transport? For thirty men to charge down against over three hundred enemy soldiers who were waiting in full battle array would be tantamount to suicide.

Lin Feng turned to Yan Qing and asked, "You said before that there's a hidden path leading to this entrance?"

"Hmm..." Yan Qing said, "Eagle Beak Cliff looks like a crouching eagle, with its beak facing southwest. We've been operating below the 'beak' before. But the 'eagle's' back and wings are almost vertical cliffs, making them difficult to climb, so Feng Kun didn't take precautions. However... I know that on the 'eagle's' left wing, there's a very hidden crack, covered by vines and snow, almost invisible from above. The crack leads to a small stone platform not far from the top of the cliff. From that platform, you can use ropes to descend to the middle of the 'eagle's' back, which is the closest straight-line distance to the entrance of the underground palace, and because of the angle, it's difficult for people below to see up."

A brilliant, secret route that could bypass the heavily fortified front and strike straight at the heart of the enemy! Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

Feng Kun stood in front of the gray tent, watching the explosives being carried one by one into the deep, seemingly all-consuming entrance to the cliff face.

"Mr. Feng," a leader of the "Iron Claws" hurried over, "the explosives at the last blast point inside the entrance have been placed, and all the fuses have been connected and checked. The craftsmen calculated that the amount of explosives is a bit high to ensure that the Dragon-Slaying Stone can be blasted open, but... it's hard to completely predict whether there will be a risk of collapse. In addition, Prince Börte has sent someone to inquire when it can be ignited."

A cold glint flashed in Feng Kun's eyes: "Tell him to light the fire at noon."

He needed to control the entrance immediately after the explosion, blocking all potential attackers.

As for Boerte… a barely perceptible hint of contempt flashed in Feng Kun’s eyes. Just a brute. Once they get what’s in the underground palace, it’s still uncertain who will rise and fall in the Gray Fox tribe, or even more.

As noon approached, Lin Feng led Batu and Lynx into the relatively flat stone platform, barely large enough for three or four people to stand on. One side of the platform was a solid rock wall, and the other side was… a dizzying void!

Using ropes, one can quietly descend from this platform to an area closer to the entrance.

"This is it."

"Batu, Lynx, secure the ropes, prepare to rappel."

Noon.

Burte, draped in a thick black wolf-skin cloak and surrounded by a squad of guards, stared intently at the entrance, his eyes a mixture of greed, anxiety, and a barely perceptible fear.

The hundreds of Black Wolf Guards around held their breath, drew their swords, and nocked their arrows; the atmosphere was as still as iron.

Feng Kun remained expressionless, gripped the long pole tightly, and brought the grease-soaked strip of cloth at the end close to the torch held by "Iron Claw" beside him.

"call--!"

The strip of cloth was instantly ignited, turning into a blazing fireball!

Feng Kun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he thrust his arms forward with deadly force! He aimed precisely at the starting ends of the several black fuses!

"laugh--!"