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

"One for each of you, and select the thirty most elite brothers." Lin Feng picked up a crow-shaped blade, flicked his wrist, and the blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp cry, silently slicing off a corner of the table.

Xu Tiande, his eyes gleaming with envy, waved his hand and shouted, "Bring me my fastest horse! Today, let those barbarians taste our power!"

Half a day later, on the banks of the Blackwater River.

The barbarian vanguard was crossing the river in a show of force. They knew that the Great Yan border troops were poorly equipped and would usually fire arrows from a distance on the riverbank, not daring to engage in close combat.

However, today, a cavalry unit of no more than thirty men suddenly emerged from the reeds on the opposite bank.

"A suicide squad from Great Yan?" the barbarian vanguard sneered.

But the laughter froze the next second.

The thirty Daqian cavalrymen did not slow down; instead, they accelerated their charge.

Xu Tiande took the lead, sweeping out his Cold Crow Blade.

"puff--!"

There was no deafening clang of metal clashing, only the muffled thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh. A barbarian centurion, his armor gleaming, was severed in two! The cut was as smooth as a mirror, not even allowing blood to gush out.

Thirty crow blades, like thirty whirlwinds of death. The barbarian's prized composite bows and fine iron scimitars were as fragile as paper before the crows. Wherever the blades flashed, men and horses fell, and even the armor of warhorses was easily torn apart.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" The surviving barbarian soldiers ran back like madmen; they had encountered a demon.

In the reeds, Lin Feng reined in his warhorse and coldly watched this scene.

"Should we pursue them?" the guard asked.

"Don't pursue them," Lin Feng said calmly. "Leave a few alive to go back and report. Tell them that Ironwall City is no longer an easy target."

As long as the sword remains, the city will stand.

The study of the Iron Wall City garrison headquarters.

The candlelight flickered, and spread out before Lin Feng were the military supply accounts that Han Tao had just delivered. The numbers were cold, yet each word was like a knife, etched into his heart.

"Such a large deficit?" Lin Feng's knuckles tapped on the table, making a dull sound.

Han Tao's expression was grave as he pointed to the accounts: "Commander, the imperial court has only paid 30% of this year's salary. Although the Yanshan mine has been recovered, the resumption of production, technological upgrades, and the support of the newly formed cavalry... all require money. The treasury can't even raise enough money for next month's provisions."

Xu Tiande rubbed his hands together, his voice low but unable to hide his anger: "Damn it! Those officials from Beijing, all they know is how to cut back! Without pay, how are we supposed to starve?"

Lin Feng remained silent. Now they had the knife and the ore, but they were stuck on the most mundane and fatal problem: money. Without silver, even the sharpest knife is just scrap metal, and even the most elite soldiers will disband.

"Is there any word from the imperial court?" Lin Feng asked.

"The Ministry of Works and the newly appointed Vice Minister of Revenue just said that expenses are needed everywhere, and that we... should make do for now." Han Tao smiled bitterly. "Make do? How can we make do?"

Overcome? Lin Feng sneered. He suddenly remembered that Su Xuanji had mentioned it to him casually after recovering from her injuries. She said that at the end of the previous dynasty, the imperial court had secretly explored and excavated several high-grade silver mines in the northwest, but the largest one, along with the vein, craftsmen, and guards, was mysteriously abandoned just before it was about to produce silver. The official reason was "depletion of the vein," but there were always rumors among the people that they had dug up something unclean or angered the mountain god.

At the time, it was just a strange story, but now it struck Lin Feng's mind like a bolt of lightning.

Abandoned silver mines of the previous dynasty...secret exploration...high grade...

If such a mine really exists, even if only a portion of it is found, the current predicament will be easily resolved!

"Where is Su Xuanji now?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

"They should be in the treasury, helping to inventory and organize the documents and account books that were confiscated from the Ling and Sikong families," Han Tao replied.

"Go and invite her over." Lin Feng stood up. "Tell her that we have something important to discuss, concerning the survival of Ironwall City."

Before long, Su Xuanji followed her personal guards into the study. Her injuries had largely healed, but her face was still somewhat pale, and she was dressed in a plain-colored dress that allowed for easy movement.

"The garrison commander has summoned you; has the military supply been secured?" Su Xuanji asked directly, noticing the tense atmosphere.

Lin Feng pushed the account book in front of her, briefly explained the predicament, and then stared intently into her eyes: "Miss Su, what are the details of the former dynasty's mithril mine that you mentioned before? Especially its location."

When Lin Feng asked about the silver mine, Su Xuanji pondered for a moment and said, "During the Tianyou era of the previous dynasty, there was indeed a large-scale secret mine exploration, which was directly managed by the royal treasury at the time, and the records were classified as top secret. My father once came across some fragments that mentioned an abandoned mine area called 'Moon Spring' in the northwest, which was rumored to have extremely high silver quality, but it was abandoned less than a year after it was mined."

"Moonlight Spring..." Lin Feng pondered the name, "What's its exact location?"

"I don't know about that." Su Xuanji shook her head. "When the previous dynasty fell, most of these top-secret documents were destroyed or taken away. In the notes left by my father, there was only the place name 'Moon Spring' and the annotation 'Not due to the depletion of mineral veins, but due to human disaster.' It implies that the abandonment was not due to resource issues, but rather a man-made disaster."

"Man-made disaster?" Xu Tiande leaned closer. "Was it a miners' riot? Or was it taken over by an enemy country?"

"Anything is possible." Su Xuanji looked at Lin Feng. "Is the garrison commander looking for this silver mine?"

"We're short of silver right now, like waiting for rice to cook," Lin Feng said without any attempt to hide it. "If there really is a high-grade silver mine left over from the previous dynasty, even if it's just an abandoned pit, it's worth exploring. It's better than just waiting for the government's pitiful salary."

Su Xuanji pondered for a moment, then analyzed, "Commander, we must be extremely cautious about this matter. First, abandoned items from the previous dynasty must be guarded. The fact that even the imperial treasury abandoned them and blocked the news shows that the guard's power is not to be underestimated. Second, we have no idea of ​​the exact location of Moon Spring. Third, even if we find it, reopening it will not be a quick process; a distant source cannot quench an immediate thirst."

Lin Feng walked to the wall, his finger tracing the map of Northern Frontier, finally stopping at a blank area southwest of Ironwall City: "Distant water can't quench immediate thirst, but if we don't go looking, we'll only die of thirst forever. As for the location and the guards..."

He turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Su Xuanji: "Miss Su, you are familiar with the historical anecdotes and secrets of the previous dynasty. This time, I need you to come with me. Our objective is to find 'Moon Spring,' find out what exactly this so-called 'man-made disaster' is, and try to retrieve some readily available silver, even if it's just remnants left by our predecessors, it will be enough to solve our immediate crisis."