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

"Sister is awesome!" Ling Xue followed closely behind. Although her leg injury had not healed, she delivered precise finishing blows with every sword strike, their coordination was flawless.

Blackrock Fortress instantly transformed into a slaughterhouse.

Those masked, black-clothed Duan Yue Guards were like ghosts. They didn't fight for credit or linger in battle; they focused on attacking the enemy's command center and crossbow positions, leaving only corpses in their wake.

Lin Wang's private army was completely devastated. They couldn't understand why Lin Feng dared to fight, and why he fought so fiercely and ruthlessly!

Half an hour later, the rain gradually subsided.

The Blackstone Fortress flag was cut down, and in its place stood the blood-stained battle flag of Cangyun Pass, which still fluttered in the wind.

Lin Feng stood before the mountain of grain, fodder, and weapons, his feet resting on the corpses of Prince Lin's private soldiers.

"Pass down the order." Lin Feng surveyed his generals, "Pack up all the grain, fodder, and weapons here and send them back to Cangyun Pass. As for this fortress..."

He paused, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"Blow it up. I want Prince Lin to know that anyone who touches anything belonging to Lin Feng, even a single stone, will pay with their life!"

"Boom—!"

The earth-shattering explosion marked the first major blow to Lin Wang's power in the northern border.

Before the smoke of battle had even cleared from Blackstone Fortress, a military report delivered by express courier arrived like a bombshell, crashing into the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the capital.

Inside the imperial study, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the emperor's ever-changing face.

The military report in the emperor's hand had been crumpled out of shape. On the dragon table in front of him, on one side was the secret letter "presented" by Lin Feng, which alleged that Prince Lin "colluded with the Northern Barbarians and had treacherous intentions"; on the other side was Prince Lin's urgent blood letter, which accused Lin Feng of "starting a war without authorization and massacring his relatives".

"Well done, Lin Feng," the emperor's voice betrayed no emotion, yet it silenced the kneeling officials below, making them afraid to even breathe. "I sent you to the northern border to be a spy, and you've gone and driven straight into my brother's lungs!"

The Privy Councilor knelt at the front, his forehead pressed firmly against the cold ground, his back already soaked with cold sweat. He never expected that Lin Feng, that brute, would dare to overturn the table!

"Your Majesty!" the Privy Councilor cried out in a trembling voice, "Lin Feng, that traitor, has deceived the Emperor! His Highness Prince Lin is loyal to the Emperor and loves his country, with absolutely no disloyalty! That Black Stone Fortress is nothing but an ordinary mine; Lin Feng must have fabricated evidence for personal gain. I beg Your Majesty to investigate thoroughly!"

Another senior minister stepped forward tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Lin Feng has broken the law by starting a war without authorization. If he is not punished, it may discourage the imperial family, and even more so... His Highness Prince Lin may become too powerful and cause even greater trouble."

The emperor remained silent.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the pitch-black night outside. Prince Lin held considerable military power and was stationed in the wealthy northern border region. If he were to push too hard now, that ungrateful wolf might really tear off the mask of civility.

But he could not tolerate anyone colluding with the enemy and aiding the enemy right under his nose, and he would not allow parasites to line their own pockets.

"Issue my decree."

The emperor turned around, his eyes revealing a shrewd and calculating glint.

"Lin Feng is hereby appointed as the Pacification Commissioner of the Northern Border, in charge of the military and political affairs of the three northern prefectures. He is also granted the Imperial Sword and authorized to tour the country on my behalf."

"Although Lin Feng has rendered meritorious service to the nation, attacking the fiefdom of a member of the imperial clan is, after all, a violation of ancestral rules. He is hereby fined three years' salary as a warning to observe his future conduct. Any official in the northern border who colludes with the enemy, betrays the country, or embezzles military funds may be executed without prior approval!"

The officials were stunned. This wasn't a punishment; it was giving Lin Feng a sword of Damocles, allowing him to do whatever he wanted!

"As for Prince Lin..." The emperor paused, his voice turning cold, "He is demoted to a county prince and his salary is reduced by five years. From this day forward, all military supplies allocated to the northern border must be handled by Lin Feng. Without Lin Feng's seal, not a single grain or blade of grass may be used privately!"

The moment the decree was issued, the entire hall was astonished.

The emperor didn't directly target Prince Lin because he was afraid. He feared forcing Prince Lin to rebel. Therefore, he chose to support Lin Feng, using this sharpest blade to counterbalance the wolf with its powerful army. By stripping Prince Lin of his financial power in the northern border, he weakened his strength, achieving a balance of power.

"Your Majesty is wise..." the Privy Councilor cried out in a trembling voice, but his heart sank. With Lin Feng in charge of military supplies, their little bit of illicit income was completely cut off.

……

Cangyun Pass, General's Mansion.

Lin Feng accepted the imperial edict without a trace of joy on his face. He had long anticipated this outcome. The emperor feared death and chaos. Therefore, he used Lin Feng to restrain Prince Lin—this was the art of imperial strategy.

"Commander," Su Xuanji said, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she looked at the imperial edict, "with the Imperial Sword in hand, the wealth and power of the Northern Territory are yours. Now, Prince Lin and the Privy Council can no longer hold us hostage!"

"Financial power?" Lin Feng casually tossed the imperial edict onto the table and drew his Broken Mountain Blade.

The blade reflected his cold eyes.

"That old emperor wants me to play the villain and keep an eye on that wolf, Prince Lin," Lin Feng sneered. "Unfortunately, he underestimates me, Lin Feng."

He looked out the window at the rolling mountains, his gaze piercing through the rain and landing directly on the fiefdom of Prince Lin.

"Pass down the order: now that the imperial court has granted me the seal of the Pacification Commissioner, all the mines, salt and iron mines, horse farms, etc., in the three prefectures and eighteen counties of the northern border..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's lips.

"I will personally go and 'collect the taxes.' As for Prince Lin, since the emperor wants us to fight each other, then I will bite his throat off."

Before the morning mist had even dissipated at Cangyun Pass, Lin Feng's "tax collection" army had already set off.

In the name of the "Northern Border Pacification Commissioner's Office", a huge army led by Duan Yuewei, with Su Xuanji in charge and Lei Bao in charge, swept through the three prefectures and eighteen counties of the Northern Border.

The first stop was Yunzhong County, the stronghold that Prince Lin had cultivated for many years.

Outside the prefectural governor's mansion, a dark mass of local officials knelt on the ground. They usually only recognized the orders of Prince Lin, but now, looking at the menacing banner with the character "Lin," they trembled like leaves in the autumn wind.

"Lin, the Pacification Commissioner of the Northern Frontier, has been ordered to reorganize the military and audit the national treasury!"

Dressed in official robes and holding the imperial sword, Su Xuanji read the official document in a clear, cold voice. Behind her, Lei Bao led a row of axemen, their eyes blazing with murderous intent as they stared at the prefect who was still stubbornly resisting in the hall.

"Lin Feng! How dare you!" The prefect slammed his fist on the table, his voice trembling with fear. "I am a prefect personally appointed by His Highness Prince Lin. How dare you, a mere border garrison commander, lay a finger on me?"

"Snap!"

Lin Feng didn't even let him finish speaking before cleaving the table in front of the prefect with his Broken Mountain Blade.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Lin Feng, with one hand on his sword, looked down at the prefect who lay slumped on the ground, his voice as cold as the depths of hell:

"From this day forward, the Northern Territory will only have officials of the Imperial Court, not slaves of the Prince of Lin. Taxes, provisions, and weapons—I ask for as much as you need, and you must provide it."

He paused, then pressed the tip of the knife against the prefect's throat:

"If you can't pay, then use your head to make up the difference. Prince Lin can't protect you, and neither can the Emperor."