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

As they drew closer, Lin Feng could clearly see the leaping campfire in the center of the clearing, illuminating the Crimson Feather Tribe warriors. The largest cowhide tent stood out prominently in the firelight, with four guards standing at the entrance, swords at their sides.

It's now!

Lin Feng took a deep breath, took out a specially made whistling arrow from his pocket, nocked it on the bowstring, pulled it back taut, and aimed it at the night sky!

"Whoosh—Bang!!"

The piercing whistling sound tore through the silence of the mountains and forests, and exploded into a bright green flame in mid-air!

Signal!

"Release the arrows!" Bai Xiaohe's clear shout rang out almost simultaneously from the east and south sides of the open space.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Dozens of rockets with oil-soaked rags tied to their tails streaked across the night sky like a meteor shower, carrying the scent of death as they covered the tent in the center of the open space. A few rockets also accidentally landed in the pile of crates on the west side!

"Enemy attack!!" The shouts and cries of the Akabane warriors rang out instantly, and the camp was thrown into chaos!

The rockets were nailed to the tent, and the leather lining ignited immediately, spreading rapidly! Several rockets also hit the pile of crates, igniting the wooden crates and any flammable materials they might contain, causing the fire to rage fiercely!

"Kill—!" On the north side, Chen Heng led thirty Duan Yue Guards, like tigers descending the mountain, roaring as they charged out of the darkness and rushed straight towards the area of ​​tents where flames were blazing!

"There are some to the west too!" The Chiyu warriors guarding the cage had just extinguished a few flames when they saw Lin Feng leading more than thirty Duan Yue guards, like a black iron torrent, charging out fiercely from the forest on the west side! The Duan Yue blades reflected an eerie blood-red light in the firelight!

"Stop them!" A burly man from the Akabane tribe, who seemed to be their leader, roared and brandished a heavy halberd as he charged at Lin Feng. The warriors behind him also drew their weapons, attempting to form a defensive formation.

But the Duan Yue Guard's attack was too fast and too fierce! Lin Feng didn't entangle with the leader at all. His figure swayed strangely, avoiding the slash of the mountain-splitting axe. The Duan Yue Blade turned into a black light and slashed up from below!

"Pfft!"

The blade sliced ​​into the burly man's ribs, almost cleaving him in two! Hot blood splattered, extinguishing a nearby campfire.

Lin Feng's steps never faltered, his blade moving with him like a tiger among sheep, each strike bringing a spray of blood. The Duan Yue Guards behind him were even more ferocious, working in groups of three or five, cooperating to cut down and annihilate the hastily responding Chi Yu warriors as easily as chopping vegetables.

At the tent, four guards, skilled in martial arts, fought desperately to hold off Chen Heng and his men's attack. However, the tent had already caught fire, and the figures inside seemed to want to rush out, but were forced back by the flames and thick smoke.

"Control the crates!" Lin Feng shouted as he hacked and slashed. Several Duan Yue guards immediately rushed towards the burning crates, ignoring the flames, using their knives to break the locks and lift the lids.

"Guards! It's ore! And medicinal herbs! And some strange artifacts!" a Duan Yue guard shouted.

It's that batch of "sacrificial supplies"! It really is here!

"Take it! Take as many as you can!" Lin Feng shouted. At the same time, his gaze locked onto the burning tent. The people inside had to be captured!

Just then, the burning tent was smashed open with a loud "bang!" A figure, engulfed in flames and looking disheveled, tumbled out, rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames. He was then cornered by several Duan Yue Guards wielding spears. In the firelight, a terrified and distorted face was revealed—not Prince Lin, but the chief strategist of Prince Lin's mansion, surnamed Feng, one of Prince Lin's most trusted confidants!

"Mr. Feng, how have you been?" Lin Feng approached, sword in hand, blood dripping from its tip.

Feng, the strategist, was ashen-faced. Looking at the Crimson Feather Tribe warriors and Lin Prince's guards being swiftly wiped out, then at the burning tents and the chests being looted, he gave a bitter smile: "Lin Feng...you...you really are ruthless!"

"Where is Prince Lin?" Lin Feng asked coldly.

"Your Highness... you anticipated that you would come after us..." Strategist Feng gasped, his eyes darting around. "He... he separated from us long ago... taking the young master and the most important things, personally escorted by Lord 'Earth Fire,' he... took another, more secretive path, to... to where he was meant to go... You... can't catch up..."

Another route? More secluded? Escorted personally by "Earth Fire"?

Lin Feng's heart sank. Sure enough, that old fox, Prince Lin, had multiple burrows; the true core had already slipped away! This team before him, including this batch of "sacrificial supplies," was likely just bait to attract the pursuers' attention, or perhaps a less important, secondary component!

"Where did you go? Tell me!" Chen Heng's knife was already at Feng Moushi's neck.

"I...I don't know...How could I possibly know the whereabouts of Lord 'Earthfire'..." Strategist Feng laughed bitterly, "Kill me...The Prince will avenge me...Chi Yuan...will not let you go either..."

"Want to die? Not so easy." Lin Feng's eyes were icy. "Take him back and interrogate him slowly."

The battle was nearing its end. The warriors of the Akabane tribe and the guards of the Linwang Mansion were either dead or had surrendered; the camp was in ruins, with flames shooting into the sky.

"The garrison has been garrisoned and the inventory is complete. Twenty-seven enemy soldiers were killed and eleven captured, including Strategist Feng. Our side suffered eight minor wounds, but no casualties. Most of the supplies have been salvaged, mostly strange reddish-brown ores, dried and unusual herbs, animal bones, tortoise shells, and some stone slabs and metal objects engraved with distorted symbols, the purpose of which is unknown," Chen Heng reported.

"Take it all, and seal it carefully." Looking at the strange items seized, Lin Feng became even more certain that "Crimson Abyss" had no small ambition. "This place is no place to linger. Retreat immediately and return to the horses!"

"yes!"

The group, carrying prisoners and spoils, quickly extinguished the remaining fires in the camp and retreated down the mountain along the route they had come from.

The journey there was difficult, but the retreat was even slower due to the spoils they were carrying. It wasn't until dawn that they finally returned to the place where the horses had been left behind the day before and reunited with the ten men who had stayed there.

Those who remained had already taken good care of the horses and reinforced the temporary outpost.

"Commander, you're back!" The squad leader who was left behind greeted him. Seeing the prisoners and spoils, he was delighted, but then whispered, "Last night, in the latter half of the night, there were strange noises in the mountains, like many people moving in the distance, and... faint drumming and chanting sounds. It was very eerie, but it was too far away to hear clearly, and then it disappeared."

Drumbeats? Chanting? Lin Feng and Bai Xiaohe exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. Was it a sacrificial ceremony of the "Crimson Abyss"? Or was the Crimson Feather Tribe holding some kind of ritual? Could it be... that the place Lin Wang and "Earthfire" went to was the sacrificial site? And the strange commotion last night meant that the sacrifice might have already begun, or was about to begin?

Strategist Feng said that Prince Lin was escorted by "earth fire" to "the place he was meant to go"... Could it be "Dragon's Fall Valley"?

We must immediately extract more information from strategist Feng! At the same time, we must analyze these captured "sacrificial supplies" as soon as possible to find clues!