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

"If I lose, remember to cut off my head and send it to the capital for a reward. Don't let those civil officials humiliate me!"

Lin Feng put away the military seal and clasped his hands in a deep voice, saying, "With you here, the Privy Council dares not act rashly. Within three days, I will bring back Cao Wuyong's head and clear your name!"

After saying that, Lin Feng turned around and strode out of the tent.

Outside the tent, Su Xuanji waited quietly.

"Is everything taken care of?" she asked in a low voice.

"All done." Lin Feng mounted his horse. "But now, we have a big problem to deal with."

"The Privy Council?"

"That's right." Lin Feng sneered, urging his warhorse forward. "Cao Wuyong dared to scheme against Zhao Li, so he must bear the consequences. Send the order: twenty elite troops, change into the Cangyun Pass banners, and follow me to 'invite' Lord Cao to Cangyun Pass for tea!"

The sound of hooves thundered, and the twenty riders, like arrows released from a bow, rushed out of Cangyun Pass and headed straight for the Privy Council's stronghold on the border.

Three hundred li south of Cangyun Pass lies a place called "Blackwater Town." Although it is a small place, it is the central hub for the Privy Council's spies on the border, and Cao Wuyong uses it as his base.

Lin Feng led his twenty elite men, galloping at breakneck speed, their mouths clenched and their horses' hooves tangled, and sneaked into the outskirts of Blackwater Town at dusk the following day.

The town was small, but heavily guarded. Privy Council agents, dressed in black, patrolled the streets in small groups. The largest inn in the town center, "Yuelai Inn," had been booked, and both its front and back entrances were heavily guarded.

Lin Feng was polishing his Broken Mountain Blade in a dilapidated earth god temple. Su Xuanji squatted beside him, sketching the layout of the inn on a piece of scrap paper with a charcoal pencil.

"Cao Wuyong is very cunning," Su Xuanji whispered. "He lives in the innermost room on the second floor, with a window facing a dry well in the backyard. Twelve elite guards are stationed downstairs year-round, each one a trained fighter. Should we force our way in?"

"Who said we were going to force our way in?" Lin Feng sneered, sheathing his sword. "We're here to 'invite' someone. When you're inviting someone, you have to observe etiquette."

"Miss Su, take two men and wait at the teahouse in the east of town. If you see a fast horse running towards Cangyun Pass, shoot it down."

"Where are you going?" Su Xuanji asked.

"I'm going to the inn to meet this Lord Cao."

……

Yuelai Inn, second-floor side room.

Cao Wuyong was reviewing the secret reports by candlelight. When he saw the words "Zhao Li has handed over the military tally, and Lin Feng has temporarily taken over as commander-in-chief," a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng, do you really think you can turn things around just because you got the military tally?" Cao Wuyong held the secret report close to the candlelight, watching the flame devour the paper. "Once Zhao Li is dead, you will be the biggest traitor."

"Knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Cao Wuyong frowned: "Who?"

The door was pushed open, and a young man in black entered.

"Lord Cao, how have you been?" Lin Feng said.

Cao Wuyong was taken aback and kept backing away: "Lin...Lin Feng! How dare you! This is the headquarters of the Privy Council, how dare you trespass! If you dare to lay a finger on me, the Privy Council will never let you off!"

"The Privy Council?" Lin Feng slammed the door shut behind him, approaching step by step. "Lord Cao, you framed the border commander and colluded with foreign enemies. Does the Privy Council dare to admit to these crimes?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Cao Wuyong said fiercely, but his hand secretly reached for the dagger under his pillow.

Lin Feng gave him no chance at all. With a flash, he appeared in front of Cao Wuyong like a ghost, grabbed his neck with one hand, and lifted him into the air like a chick.

"Zhao Li didn't rebel, and the military tally is in my hands." Lin Feng leaned close to his ear, his voice as cold as ice. "But if you die, things will get complicated. So, Lord Cao, you have to come with me."

"Where...where to?" Cao Wuyong's face turned purple, and he had difficulty breathing.

"Go to Cangyun Pass." Lin Feng released his grip, and Cao Wuyong fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Feng stepped on his chest, the back of the Broken Mountain Blade gently patting his cheek: "Write a warrant to withdraw all your men from Blackwater Town. If you miss a single word, or try anything funny..."

Looking at the knife that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, Cao Wuyong finally broke down. Trembling, he spread out paper and ink, wrote a withdrawal order, and affixed his personal seal.

Lin Feng picked up the warrant, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Tie him up."

Two guards rushed in from outside, tied Cao Wuyong up like a dumpling, and stuffed his mouth with rags.

Lin Feng pushed open the window and looked out at the pitch-black night.

"Let's go back to Cangyun Pass. Commander Zhao is still waiting for this 'distinguished guest' to confront him."

The sound of horses' hooves rang out again. This time, Lin Feng was no longer the pawn being chased and beaten, but the player who had taken the initiative.

Cangyun Pass, the central command tent.

The charcoal brazier was burning brightly, but it couldn't dispel the chill inside the tent.

Zhao Li sat upright in his command seat, his dignified old face appearing unusually somber in the firelight. Before him, Lin Feng presented the original secret letter that had been seized from Cao Wuyong.

Below the tent, Cao Wuyong, bound hand and foot and gagged with rags, was writhing and protesting, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

"Lin Feng," Zhao Li's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger, "Now I have your military seal, and Cao Wuyong is in your hands too. Tell me, how are you going to resolve this?!"

He stared intently at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng walked up to Cao Wuyong and ripped the rag out of his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..." Cao Wuyong gasped for breath, then cried out in a shrill voice, "Zhao Li! You dare to rebel?! The imperial army is on its way! Lin Feng! You brute! You've detained an official of the imperial court without authorization, you..."

"Shut up." Lin Feng kicked Cao Wuyong in the chest, knocking him to the ground. "Lord Cao, you're no longer a member of the Privy Council; you're a prisoner. I'm asking you, did you write this letter? Was framing Marshal Zhao at the behest of the Privy Council?"

Cao Wuyong's face was deathly pale, his eyes darting around, clearly still calculating.

Lin Feng didn't press for a confession, but turned to Zhao Li and said, "Lord Zhao, it seems Lord Cao won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin. How about we send him on his way, and then send his head to the Privy Council, saying that Lord Zhao 'angrily executed the treacherous official,' what do you say?"

"You dare!" Cao Wuyong was terrified.

"You'll see if I dare." Lin Feng drew his Broken Mountain Blade, the blade pressed against Cao Wuyong's neck, the chill sending shivers down his spine.