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

Lin Feng flicked his wrist, and the blade sliced ​​through the air with a soft sound like tearing cloth.

"This sword is named 'Mountain Breaker'." Lin Feng sheathed his sword and turned his gaze toward the direction of the Sikong family in the south.

"Sikong Xuan, did you see that? What you couldn't refine, I've refined."

"Now, it's time to collect the debts."

Qingming Mountain, Sikong Family Fortress.

The once-renowned forging grounds, with their roaring furnaces, are now deathly still. The entire family is like a tiger with its teeth pulled, left only with a lingering, feeble dignity.

However, Lin Feng did not give them a chance to catch their breath.

Three days later, Lin Feng, the garrison commander of Iron Wall City, personally led two hundred iron cavalry to once again approach the foot of Qingming Mountain.

On the mountain path, the rubble remained, and the bloodstains were still wet. The remaining private soldiers of the Sikong family huddled behind the stockade walls, each one living in fear.

Lin Feng reined in his warhorse, but did not draw his sword. He simply stared coldly at the towering iron wall.

"Sikong Xuan!" Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the valley. "Do you think you can hide in there forever?"

From the stockade wall, an aged voice rang out. It was the old steward of the Sikong family, who hoarsely shouted, "Commander Lin! Are you still determined to wipe us out?!"

"I'm not here to kill him," Lin Feng said calmly. "I'm here to pay my debts. The Sikong family owes the imperial court and Iron Wall City, and today, I will collect them one by one."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Feng slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"Broken Mountain" was unsheathed.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only an extreme cold light, which seemed to cleave the air itself under the sunlight.

Lin Feng did not charge into the formation; he simply raised his hand and gently swung his sword at the once impregnable gate of the stronghold.

This strike, though seemingly slow, was actually incredibly fast.

Those on the stockade wall only saw a blur before their eyes, as if a blue light had flashed by. Immediately afterward, the stockade gate, cast from refined iron and half a foot thick, let out a groan.

"Snap!"

A smooth, mirror-like cut appeared on the door panel. The next second, the entire door split open and collapsed with a crash!

The gate of the thousand-strong stronghold was severed in two with a single stroke!

The soldiers guarding the stockade wall were so frightened that they fell to the ground, dropping their bows and crossbows. What kind of sorcery was this? No, this wasn't sorcery; it was absolute brute force!

"Who else wants to stop me?" Lin Feng sheathed his sword, his voice icy.

No one dared to answer.

Lin Feng spurred his horse forward, stepping over the collapsed iron gate and charging straight in. Two hundred iron cavalry followed closely behind, as if entering an empty field.

In front of the Temple of Divine Forging, when Sikong Xuan saw the dark blue longsword in Lin Feng's hand, his pupils suddenly contracted and his body began to tremble violently.

"That's...that's a fragment of mine..." Sikong Xuan's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with jealousy and despair. "You actually managed to refine it?!"

"It's not just about forging." Lin Feng dismounted and walked towards him step by step. "I'm here to tell you that you've chosen the wrong path."

Lin Feng pressed the tip of the knife against his throat.

"Sikong Xuan, you possess unparalleled skills, yet you use them for personal gain, to harm others, and to steal state funds. Today, I will spare your life."

Sikong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then roared, "Lin Feng! You have humiliated me!"

"Humiliation?" Lin Feng sneered. "I'm letting you live, so you can see that this Qingming Mountain will henceforth belong to the 'Da Qian' clan."

Lin Feng sheathed his sword and turned to Xu Tiande behind him, ordering, "General Xu, from this day forward, all the mines of Qingming Mountain will be taken over by the imperial court. All the artisans of the Sikong family who wish to stay will be incorporated into the Ministry of Works; those who do not wish to will be given travel expenses to return home."

"As for you, Sikong Xuan," Lin Feng turned around and looked at this once arrogant local tyrant, "Didn't you love iron more than life itself? Then you can stay in this Forging God Hall and continue forging iron for me. However, from today onwards, every piece of iron you forge must be engraved with the four characters 'Made by the Imperial of the Great Qian Dynasty'."

Sikong Xuan collapsed to the ground, his face ashen. He had lost his freedom and his family's business, but as he looked at the "Broken Mountain" sword, a twisted flame burned in his eyes—the ultimate desire of a craftsman for a peerless divine weapon.

Lin Feng stopped looking at him and mounted his horse.

The knife in his hand was icy cold. But he knew that this knife would protect this land for a very, very long time.

"Us?" Lin Feng drew his sword, the blade reflecting a cold, eerie blue light in the setting sun. "We should start forging our swords. Mo Yan, lead the way to Furnace No. 7 (Class C). Now that the mine is under military control, it's time to officially begin operations at this furnace."

Lin Feng knew that as long as he had a knife, a mine, and soldiers, the sky wouldn't fall down.

Furnace No. 7 (Class C)

This long-silent behemoth finally let out a true roar.

It is the roar of steel and fire dancing together.

Lin Feng stood on the high platform in the main control room, watching Mo Yan direct the newly recruited craftsmen, who were methodically feeding the furnace core with carefully selected refined iron and special quenching agents.

"My lord, everything is ready." Mo Yan's face no longer held that fanatical obsession, but rather a steady, dedicated, and meticulous expression. "However... this 'Mountain Severing' technique is too domineering. If we were to mass-produce it using this method, ordinary iron simply wouldn't be able to withstand the heat and would turn into scrap iron as soon as it came out of the furnace."

Lin Feng nodded. He knew that a good knife needed good steel, but even more importantly, it needed the right craftsmanship.

"No need for mass production," Lin Feng said. "The first batch will only consist of thirty swords. The materials will be the best 'Hundred-Refined Steel' from our inventory, mixed with a small amount of 'Extraterrestrial Crystal Core' fragments."

He was referring to the scraps left over from forging the Broken Mountain Blade. Even a tiny fragment, when incorporated into ordinary iron, can transform a common sword.

"Yes, sir!" Mo Yan's eyes flashed with excitement.

That's enough. Thirty special knives are enough to arm a special cavalry unit, allowing them to tear through any defenses on the battlefield.

The northern border, the Blackwater River defense line.

The biting winter wind lashed against my face like a knife. On the opposite bank of the river, what should have been a peaceful grassland was now a vast, dark mass of cavalry.

"Report! The vanguard of the barbarian Left Wise King's army, numbering five hundred cavalry, has broken through the outer outposts! They are less than a hundred li from Ironwall City!"

The scout's urgent report brought the atmosphere in the garrison to a freezing point. Although the Yanshan mines had been reclaimed, the border troops' equipment was still uneven, and they were mostly on the defensive against the elite barbarian troops who excelled in mounted archery.

"Xu Tiande." Lin Feng stood in front of the sand table.

"Your subordinate is here!" Xu Tiande clasped his hands in greeting.

"Did you bring the new knife?" Lin Feng asked.

Xu Tiande waved his hand, and two personal guards carried in a heavy wooden box. As soon as the lid was opened, a chill filled the entire room.

Inside the box, thirty longswords were neatly stacked. They were similar in style to the "Broken Mountain" sword, but had a cold, silvery-gray color and a slightly narrower blade, making them more suitable for slashing during cavalry charges.

This is the first batch of "military-grade" weapons that Lin Feng forged using the No. 7 furnace of the Bing class—"Cold Crow".