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

"If we don't stay here and sleep in the wilderness, we'll die even faster." Zhao Li dismounted.

Just as the family was about to enter the ruins of the post station—

"Whoosh!"

Without warning, a crossbow bolt shot out from behind a dead tree, heading straight for Zhao Li's face!

"Watch out!" Zhao Qingyi shouted sharply, drew her longsword, and with a flash of cold light, accurately cleaved the crossbow bolt to the ground!

"Assassins!" Zhao Li shouted, his aged body bursting with astonishing speed as he shielded his wife behind him.

Before the words were even finished, more than a dozen dark figures suddenly sprang out from the overgrown weeds on both sides of the official road! They were dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloths, and the steel knives in their hands gleamed deathly in the setting sun.

"Kill!" At the command of the leader in black, more than a dozen men pounced like wolves and tigers.

"Protect the master and mistress!" The few remaining elderly and weak servants of the Zhao family roared and rushed forward, but they were no match for these professional assassins. Amidst the flashing blades, screams instantly echoed across the wilderness.

Zhao Qingyi's longsword moved like a dragon, piercing the throat of a man in black, hot blood splattering all over her face. She didn't even blink, her swordplay frenzied and demonic, desperately shielding her parents.

"Qingyun! Take your mother to the post station!" Zhao Li kicked an assassin to the ground, picked up a wooden stick from the ground. Although he was old and frail, the murderous aura of someone who had long held a high position was still terrifying.

Zhao Qingyun was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, unable to even cry. She could only drag her mother and hide in the post station.

"Clang!"

The dilapidated wooden door of the post station was kicked open. Just as Zhao Qingyun tucked her mother into a corner, a man in black leaped down through the skylight like a ghost, his steel knife aimed straight for Zhao Qingyun's back!

"Die!" the assassin grinned maliciously.

At the critical moment, a wooden stick came flying through the air and slammed into the black-clad man's steel knife!

"Clang!" The steel knife was smashed away.

Zhao Li stormed in, his hair and beard bristling, then slammed a wooden stick into the black-clad man's neck, roaring, "Get out of my Zhao family!"

The man in black dodged suddenly and then swung his elbow hard into Zhao Li's chest!

Zhao Li was old after all, and this elbow strike caused his blood to surge, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the wall.

"Father!" Zhao Qingyun screamed and rushed over.

Just then, Zhao Qingyi's shrill cry rang out from outside the post station: "Father—!"

At the entrance of the post station, Zhao Qingyi was surrounded and attacked by three black-clad experts. Her swordplay was in disarray, and she had been stabbed in the left arm, which was covered in blood!

"Yi'er!" Zhao Li's eyes were bloodshot. He struggled to get up.

The man in black walked over, stepped on Zhao Li's chest, looked down at him, and sneered, "Lord Zhao, don't struggle. The Privy Council has ordered that you've been too much of an eyesore on this journey. Don't worry, we'll leave you a whole corpse, saying you encountered bandits on the road."

Zhao Li watched in despair as Zhao Qingyi was surrounded and on the verge of death, and his sickly wife trembled in a corner.

Throughout his life, he guarded the northern border and held off 100,000 barbarians, only to die at the hands of his own people in the end.

"Let's do it." Zhao Li closed his eyes, two lines of tears streaming down his face.

The man in black grinned maliciously and raised his steel knife high!

However, the expected blade did not fall.

Two ghostly shadows, one black and one white, were reflected on the tattered paper windows of the post station.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice pierced through the walls and resounded in everyone's ears:

"Who dares to touch him?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a block of ice, instantly freezing the air in the entire post station.

Before the men in black could react, two beams of cold light shot in through the window!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

One dart accurately struck the throat of one of the men in black who was about to slash Zhao Li, while another dart precisely struck the throat of one of the men in black who was attacking Zhao Qingyi.

The two men in black collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream.

At the entrance of the post station, two figures, one in black and one in white, had appeared.

The man in black was masked, revealing only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes. He held a strangely shaped longsword that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light. He remained silent, simply standing there, exuding a suffocating aura of killing intent.

The man in white was dressed in simple, elegant attire, his demeanor as aloof as the moon. His short sword gleamed like autumn water, and he gazed indifferently at the crowd, as if looking at a group of dead men.

"roll."

The man in black finally spoke.

The assassin leader was intimidated by this aura and dared not make a move for a moment. He looked at the two corpses on the ground; the way the darts were thrown was cunning and ruthless, clearly not that of an ordinary martial artist.

"Damn it, let's fight!" The leader, a desperate man after all, gave the order, "Everyone, charge! Chop these two bastards up!"

A dozen men in black roared and pounced on the black-and-white figures from all directions.

The man in black flashed forward like a black whirlwind, rushing towards them.

There were no unnecessary frills, only the simplest and most direct killing. Every time that dark blue longsword was swung, a person fell. Where the blade flashed, a mist of blood filled the air.

The woman in white moved like a white ghost through the crowd of men in black. Her short sword was designed for unorthodox attacks, targeting the lower body and joints. With each flash of her sword, a man in black would cry out in pain and fall to the ground, rendered unable to fight.

Zhao Qingyi clutched her bleeding arm, staring blankly at the scene.

She prided herself on being the best female swordswoman in the capital, but the movements of these two were faster than she could comprehend. The black-clad man's blade was as heavy as a mountain, yet it could unleash a thunderous force in an instant; the white-clad man's sword was as light as a feather, yet it exuded a deadly chill.

These aren't two people; they're clearly two highly efficient killing machines.

In the blink of an eye, most of the dozen or so men in black had fallen.

The assassin leader was so terrified that he no longer cared about the mission and turned to run towards the backyard of the inn.

The man in black snorted coldly and did not give chase. With a flick of his wrist, the dark blue longsword flew out of his hand like an arrow!

"puff--!"

The long knife pierced the assassin leader's back with precision, pinning him firmly to the wall.

Inside the post station, there was an instant deathly silence.

The man in black slowly walked up to Zhao Li. He looked down at the down-on-his-luck old general with a complicated expression.

Zhao Li looked at him, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock, gratitude, and a deep sense of confusion.

This masked man is so skilled, yet he never reveals his true face. Who is he?

The man in black did not answer, but turned around and nodded to the man in white.

The man in white walked to Zhao Qingyun's side, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out two pills, and handed them to her: "Take these, and apply them externally to stop the bleeding."

Zhao Qingyi struggled to walk over, looked at the man in black, bit her lip, and asked, "Sir... who exactly are you? Why did you save our Zhao family?"

The man in black did not turn around, but slowly sheathed his long sword.

"To stand up for what is right when you see injustice."