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

"My friend, you've got quite the nerve. I'm the manager here, everyone calls me Lord Ma." The fat man looked at Lin Feng with a smile. "Eight hundred gray hippos, that's no small sum. I need to see if your silver is as shrewd as your words."

Lin Feng gestured to his personal guards to open their leather suitcases.

The lid of the box was lifted, and the dazzling white silver ingots were almost blinding. They were Heavenly Blessing Silver from Moon Spring, of excellent quality.

The gleam in Lord Ma's eyes intensified. He weighed the silver ingot in his hand and laughed, "Good silver. But my friend, these days, money alone isn't enough; you also need to be alive to spend it. I'll increase the price by thirty percent for these eight hundred horses. Moreover, you must pay a deposit first, and we'll exchange the money for the goods in three days."

Lin Feng smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Okay. I'll pay the deposit. But if I don't see the horse in three days, or if one horse is missing..."

He stepped forward, getting closer to Lord Ma, and spoke in a very low voice, so that only the two of them could hear him:

"I'll put your skin over the drum of your ghost market."

Lord Ma's smile froze for a moment, then returned to his sly grin: "Great! Just for that harsh remark from you, I'll take the deal!"

Leaving the ghost market, Han Tao said with concern, "Commander, this Lord Ma is no good. There might be an ambush in three days."

"Of course there's an ambush." ​​Lin Feng mounted his horse and looked at the undulating mountains in the distance. "But what he doesn't know is that we're not going to 'buy' horses."

Three days later.

A rocky beach on the banks of the Blackwater River.

Lord Ma, accompanied by nearly a hundred black-clad swordsmen and guarding several hundred warhorses, had been waiting there. He looked at Lin Feng and his group, who were only ten riders approaching slowly in the distance, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Boy, did you bring the silver?" Lord Ma shouted.

Lin Feng raised the leather suitcase in his hand as a gesture.

"Very well." The smile on Lord Ma's face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious grin. "Since you've brought them, leave the silver behind, and the people too! Attack!"

Nearly a hundred knife-wielders swarmed forward.

However, Lin Feng simply reined in his horse and watched quietly.

Just as the two sides were about to make contact, a dense array of "chevaux-de-frise" suddenly sprang up on the earthen slopes on both sides of the rocky beach. These were the five hundred new recruits that Lin Feng had laid an ambush here beforehand! Although they had no armor, their bows and arrows and their spears were already eager to be used.

"Release the arrows!"

At the command, arrows flew like locusts.

Caught off guard, the black market thugs fell in droves in an instant. Master Ma was terrified and turned his horse to flee, but Lin Feng blocked his path alone.

"You...you..." Lord Ma cried out in terror.

Lin Feng cleaved through the steel blade that Lin Feng was parrying, and then sliced ​​off half of Lin Feng's ear.

Lord Ma let out a miserable cry and fell off his horse.

The battle was a foregone conclusion. Five hundred new recruits routed the black market bandits.

Lin Feng stepped on Lord Ma's chest, coldly looking at the warhorses on the ground. They were the future of the Ironwall City cavalry.

"Tie him up," Lin Feng ordered. "Send all the silver on him, along with these eight hundred horses, back to Ironwall City."

Han Tao rode up, his face flushed with excitement: "Commander, now our cavalry has hope!"

"This is just the beginning." Lin Feng looked at the gloomy sky to the north. "With these horses, we can take the initiative."

The windfall of eight hundred gray hippos instantly gave the previously somewhat disorganized recruit team a framework.

Several days later, dust filled the training ground, obscuring the sun.

The thousands of people formed a dense, dark mass, somewhat chaotic, but their fierce, daring aura had already taken shape.

"Is this the 'Iron Wall Battalion'?" Su Xuanji stood on the city wall, looking at the military formations being practiced below, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Still a long way off." Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back.

"From today onwards, the Iron Wall Battalion will no longer distinguish between old and new. It will be completely reorganized, modeled after the strengths of the previous dynasty's 'Fubing System' and 'Weisuo System,' with two teams: 'Tuntian' (military farming) and 'Zhanjun' (battle formation). Half of the men will farm and raise warhorses, while the other half will train day and night."

Just then, a scout galloped into the training ground, tumbled off his horse, and knelt on one knee to report urgently:

"Report! Garrison commander! A special envoy from the imperial court is approaching at breakneck speed from the direction of Yanmen Pass, less than fifty li away! He's not from the Ministry of Revenue, but... a military officer from the Privy Council!"

The Privy Council? Lin Feng frowned. The Ministry of Revenue was auditing the accounts, and the Privy Council was sending military officers—this wasn't just about demanding money; it was about taking lives.

How many people?

"Only three people! Two guards and one special envoy!"

The shouts of battle on the training ground seemed to freeze at that moment. Xu Tiande strode over, spear in hand, his killing intent palpable: "Damn it, coming at this hour? Guard, should I take some men to 'greet' them and send them packing?"

Han Tao's expression also turned grave: "Commander, the Privy Council has likely already been alerted to our unauthorized expansion of troops. If they come to seize our military power or forcibly order a reduction in the army, how should we respond?"

Lin Feng looked at the thousands of soldiers on the training ground, who, though rough around the edges, were full of wild spirit. This force had just been established and absolutely could not be extinguished by the imperial court at this time.

"I won't answer," Lin Feng said coldly. "Ironwall City doesn't have any Privy Council staff, and I haven't received any transfer orders from the Privy Council. Tell him that Ironwall City is currently suppressing bandits, under lockdown, and martial law; no one is allowed to enter."

"This..." Han Tao gasped, "This is defying an imperial decree!"

"It's 'the bandit situation is urgent'," Lin Feng corrected, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Xu Tiande, take a squad of your personal guards to the border to 'welcome' them. No need to lift a finger, just 'invite' them to stay at the post station thirty miles outside the city. Provide them with good food and drink, but don't allow them to enter the city or see any officers."

"What if they force their way in?" Xu Tiande asked.

"Then let them 'get lost.'" Lin Feng drew his Broken Mountain Blade, its blade gleaming coldly in the setting sun. "They'll get lost and die in the reeds by the Blackwater River."

The order was given, and Ironwall City instantly entered a state of war. The new recruits ceased their drills and quickly dispersed, some hiding in the city's fortifications, others breaking up into smaller groups and blending into civilian dwellings. The entire city, like a ferocious beast with its claws retracted, lay silently in the twilight.

Thirty li outside the city lies Kuliu Post Station.

Cao Wuyong, a member of the Privy Council, sat at the head of the table, his face so gloomy it could drip water. Although his official rank was only fifth grade, as the eyes and ears of the Privy Council's highest-ranking official, he represented the will of the Great Yan military.

"Lin Feng has some nerve!" Cao Wuyong slammed his teacup down. "I hold the Privy Council's official document, yet he dares to refuse me entry? Is he plotting a rebellion?!"