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

Hu's neck, like a broken, withered branch, slumped to one side. Lin Feng tossed the body aside, and it rolled into the deep ditch by the roadside.

In the backyard of the county government office, under a withered tree, Zhao Qingyi was practicing her swordsmanship.

"Sister," Zhao Qingyun ran over, her face filled with anxiety, "Father can't sit still in the hall, he keeps asking why our husband hasn't returned yet. Do you think the people from the Privy Council might...?"

"No." Zhao Qingyi sheathed her sword, looking at her sister with unwavering eyes. "Since my husband said he would protect Father, he will definitely do it."

Looking at her sister, Zhao Qingyun suddenly realized that she had changed. The arrogant female swordswoman from the capital was gone, replaced by a young wife whose eyes revealed dependence and trust.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Lin Feng strode into the backyard, carrying a faint, lingering smell of blood.

"Husband!" Zhao Qingyun and Zhao Qingyi went to greet him at the same time.

Lin Feng looked at them, his gaze lingering on their faces for a moment, before saying calmly, "It's over. From now on, no one will use those old grievances to pressure my father-in-law anymore."

Zhao Qingyi was startled; she understood.

"Thank you...husband." Zhao Qingyi lowered her head, her voice soft but filled with an unprecedented gentleness.

Lin Feng nodded and looked towards the main room: "I'll talk to my father-in-law."

He turned and walked towards the main hall, placing a blood-stained waist tag, representing his Privy Council affiliation, in front of Zhao Li.

"Father-in-law," Lin Feng said, taking out three sets of coarse cloth clothes and three exquisite disguise masks.

"These are the attire for the coachman, maid, and old servant." Lin Feng placed the items beside Zhao Li. "From today onwards, there is no Zhao Li, no Miss Zhao. You are the old servant 'Uncle Zhao,' Qingyi is the coachman 'Awu,' and Qingyun is the maid 'Xiao Cui.'"

Zhao Qingyi stood at the entrance of the main hall, dressed in plain white. Looking at the coarse cloth clothes, a mixture of stubbornness and humiliation flashed in her eyes. She, the foremost female swordswoman in the capital, now had to be a coachman?

"Father..." Zhao Qingyun cried, looking at the old servant's mask, her heart aching.

Zhao Li's hands trembled as he picked up the old servant's mask. The mask was rough, with unfamiliar patterns; once he put it on, he would no longer be himself.

"Father, don't wear it." Zhao Qingyi gritted her teeth, her hand on the sword hilt. "At worst, we'll fight our way back to the capital and confront those people!"

"Fight?" Zhao Li gave a bitter laugh, looking at his daughter, "The result of fighting is that your mother died in vain, and you two sisters will also be captured and suffer endless humiliation."

He suddenly grabbed the mask and gripped it tightly in his hand.

"Well... well, Uncle Zhao." Zhao Li's voice trembled, yet it carried a ruthless edge. "Zhao Li is dead. The only one who came out alive is Uncle Zhao."

Without further hesitation, he pressed the mask onto his face. After a slight tearing sound, the dignified old face disappeared, replaced by the face of an ordinary old man with wrinkles and cloudy eyes.

"Qingyi, Qingyun." Uncle Zhao turned around, looking at his two daughters, his voice much older. "Change your clothes. From now on, you are no longer daughters of officials, but maids who serve others."

Zhao Qingyi closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed the coarse cloth clothes belonging to the coachman, her nails digging into her flesh, but she remained silent.

Half an hour later, an inconspicuous blue cloth carriage drove out of the county government office.

The driver was a young man with a cold and hard expression; he was none other than Zhao Qingyi in disguise.

The carriage curtains were drawn low, and inside sat a young maidservant, Zhao Qingyun. The driver was a hunched old servant who occasionally let out a muffled cough.

Lin Feng and Bai Xiaohe rode horses, with Lin Feng walking beside the carriage. He gave them some instructions:

"From now on, remember your identities. If anyone stops you on the road, tell them that Uncle Zhao is your maternal grandfather and you are relatives who have fled here."

The carriage bumped along the official road.

Zhao Qingyi brandished her whip, her hand still trembling slightly. She looked at the soldiers who had bowed and scraped to her yesterday, but now they wouldn't even give her a second glance.

"Grandpa..." Zhao Qingyun called out timidly from inside the carriage curtain.

The old servant in front, Uncle Zhao, trembled, then replied in an even more aged voice, "Oh... good child, don't be afraid. Your grandfather is here."

"Hurry up," Lin Feng urged his horse closer to the carriage window and whispered, "We need to leave Longyou before dark. Only when we reach Iron Wall City will we be truly safe."

The carriage sped up, kicking up a trail of dust on the official road.

When the outline of the mottled, blackened city walls of Ironwall, riddled with sword marks and arrow holes, finally came into view, everyone inside and outside the vehicle breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Back at the garrison headquarters, Lin Feng introduced the three members of the Zhao family to the women in his household, and the family grew even larger.

The next day, in the main hall of the garrison.

"Gentlemen," Lin Feng began, "the imperial court has entrusted me with the temporary administration of Cangyun Pass. The pass originally housed tens of thousands of troops, a diverse group with their own agendas. What I need is not an empty pass, but a pass where I can fully control its forces, eliminate internal threats, establish a solid rear support, and be a sharp blade ready to fight at any time."

He glanced at the crowd: "Lei Bao, Yan Qing, you two will accompany me to Cangyun Pass in three days with your personal guards to take over. Bai Xiaohe, Su Xuanji, Zhao Qingyun, Zhao Qingyi, and Xie Wanqing will also come."

"Understood!" Lei Bao, Yan Qing, and the others responded in unison.

Several days later, at Cangyun Pass.

On the first day, Lin Feng met with all officials at all levels in the morning, and in the afternoon, he personally inspected all the barracks, warehouses, and wounded soldiers' camps with Lei Bao and Yan Qing.

The next day, Yan Qing led his men to thoroughly investigate all the accounts within the pass, and quietly presented Lin Feng with a list of officers who had embezzled funds and colluded with others. Overnight, those on the list were either transferred or "unexpectedly" dismissed.

At dawn on the third day, the entire army assembled. Lin Feng stood on the high platform, behind him lined up his well-equipped personal guard. He pointed to the barbarian beacon towers faintly visible beyond the pass, his voice hoarse yet full of power: "Cangyun Pass is not a retirement home!" He suddenly drew his long sword, its blade pointing straight to the sky, "But my soldiers, Lin Feng's soldiers, will live to wear the thickest armor and eat the most abundant food! Even in death, they will wash this sword with the blood of the enemy!"

a few days later.

Lin Feng stared at the model of the mountains surrounding Cangyun Pass on the sand table. "Our army is short of food and supplies, and lacks weaponry. Cangyun Pass may seem strong, but it is actually weak inside. To solve these problems, simply reorganizing the army is not enough; we also need money and supplies."

His fingers tapped heavily on the continuous mountain range: "Looking at the direction of these mountains, stretching for hundreds of miles, I always feel that there is treasure hidden here. If there is a silver mine, all the problems will be solved."

Xie Wanqing's eyes flickered slightly: "Does the garrison commander intend to conduct the reconnaissance himself?"

"Not bad." Lin Feng stood up and looked at the dark night sky outside the tent. "Tomorrow, you, Miss Bai, and Miss Su will come with me. Lei Bao and Yan Qing will stay in the city, with the Zhao sisters assisting. We must find a stable source of income as soon as possible."

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Feng, along with Bai Xiaohe, Su Xuanji, and Xie Wanqing, changed into civilian clothes and took only a few trusted guards with him. They left the city and headed towards the mountains to the west.

The mountain road was rugged, and the forest gradually became denser.

Bai Xiaohe pressed her sword as she moved forward, like a vigilant female leopard. Suddenly, she whispered, "There's human presence, and the sound of crying. At the fork in the road ahead."

Lin Feng raised his hand to signal silence, and the group held their breath and crept stealthily up a ridge.

Looking down, they saw two groups of people meeting on a relatively gentle slope ahead. One group consisted of a dozen or so menacing-looking bandits, driving a procession with ropes tied around their necks. It turned out to be a dozen or so women, their steps unsteady.

"Damn it, hurry up! Once we get there, we'll clean you up and sell you for a good price!" A man who looked like a bandit leader cursed, spitting everywhere.

The other group appeared to be the bandits' leader, a gaunt old man known as "Leader Zhang." He smiled sinisterly, looking at the women as if selecting livestock: "Hmm, this batch of 'goods' is quite nice, very clean, no diseases or ailments."

The bandit leader bowed and scraped, "Chief Zhang, you are wise! These are all 'cooked goods' sent by Old Li from the border army. They are indeed much more handsome than the last batch!"

Border troops!

Lin Feng, Bai Xiaohe, Su Xuanji, and Xie Wanqing exchanged glances, all seeing the shock and anger in each other's eyes. The "goods" these bandits spoke of were actually "sent" by the border army! This was no simple bandit robbery; it involved corrupt dealings within the border army! These women were being sold as commodities!