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

As he walked out of the palace gate and prepared to get into the carriage, he found a person standing next to the carriage.

It's Shen Qingqiu.

She seemed to have been waiting for a long time, still dressed in an elegant moon-white dress, with a lotus-green cloak covering most of her face. But when she saw him, her clear, autumn-water-like eyes lit up for a moment, then returned to calm. However, beneath that calmness, it seemed that a thousand emotions were being suppressed.

"Miss Shen?" Lin Feng was slightly surprised. Why was she here? And waiting outside the palace gates?

Shen Qingqiu took a few steps closer and stopped three feet away from him. She seemed a little nervous, her fingers unconsciously twisting the sash of her cloak. "Hearing that the Grand Protector is about to return north, Qingqiu has come to see him off. The north is bitterly cold, and the war is dangerous. I hope the Grand Protector... will be careful in everything and take good care of himself."

She handed over a simple blue cloth bundle, small but neatly folded. "Inside are several pairs of thick wool socks and knee pads, and a packet of homemade ginger tea candy to ward off the cold. The craftsmanship is crude, not as good as those in the palace, but... it's just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't find it offensive, Commander-in-Chief."

She looked at Lin Feng and said, "I am deeply grateful to the Grand Protector for saving my life at Songtao Pavilion that day. I have no way to repay you, but I wish you a successful journey and a swift return. As for matters in the capital... my father is here, so you need not worry about them."

These words, spoken sincerely and earnestly without flowery language, conveyed a sentiment more profound than any gift. In particular, the phrase "My father is here to handle all matters in the capital," almost explicitly told him that the Shen family would be his solid support.

A certain part of Lin Feng's heart was gently touched. He took the bundle and said solemnly, "Thank you, Miss Shen. I appreciate your kindness. Please take good care of yourself in the capital. Once the northern border is pacified, I will visit the Grand Tutor and Miss Shen again to express my gratitude."

A faint blush appeared on Shen Qingqiu's face. She gave a soft "hmm" and said no more. She curtsied to him and then turned to walk towards the carriage waiting at the Shen residence not far away.

Lin Feng stood beside the carriage, watching the Shen family's carriage slowly drive away. He then touched the brocade pouch given to him by Princess Pingyang in his bosom and the bundle given to him by Shen Qingqiu in his hand.

One is a noble princess of the empire, her love just beginning to blossom; the other is a talented and beautiful young lady from a refined family, her feelings gradually becoming clear. The peach blossoms in the capital seem to have bloomed somewhat suddenly, and perhaps a little...hot.

Three days later, at the beginning of the Yin hour, the night was still dark, and the frost and dew were heavy.

Before the Northern Protectorate, torches blazed and armor clanged. A thousand veteran soldiers, handpicked from the capital's garrison and the Ministry of War, had assembled. Warhorses snorted and pawed the ground restlessly.

Lin Feng, clad in black iron armor and a dark cloak, stood with his hand on his sword on the high platform in front of the mansion gate. Bai Xiaohe, also dressed in a close-fitting outfit and carrying a long sword, stood quietly a step behind him. Chen Heng and several trusted officers stood solemnly below the platform.

"Brothers!" Lin Feng's gaze swept across the sea of ​​heads below the stage. "I know that some of you have just been rotated down from the border, and some of you still have elderly wives and children at home. This journey north is uncertain; there may be hardships, there may be bloodshed, and perhaps... some of you will never return."

The audience was completely silent, except for the crackling sound of the burning torches.

"But you still came!" Lin Feng's voice suddenly rose, carrying a surge of passionate power. "Because you are soldiers! You are the border troops of my Great Yan! Your fathers, brothers, and sons may be guarding the Great Wall in the north! Your homes and homelands are right behind us, in this beautiful land! Now, the barbarian tribes of the northern deserts are stirring, the Crimson Feather Demons are still plotting their revenge, and war is about to break out in the north! Tell me, can we retreat?!"

"No!!" The roar of a thousand people below the stage shook the heavens, startled crows roosting in the distance, and dispelled the chill of the early autumn morning.

"Excellent! We cannot retreat!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed with cold light. "Behind us are His Majesty, the Imperial Court, and countless people! Before us are the ever-watchful enemies! It is the duty of soldiers to defend our land! We are going to the northern border not for titles or honors, but solely to protect our territory and people, to safeguard our land! Those who violate our borders will be punished! Those who bring harm to our people will be slaughtered! Those who disrupt the foundation of our nation will be annihilated!"

"Slay! Slaughter! Annihilate!" The roar rose again, the killing intent soaring to the sky, and even the air seemed to become scorching hot.

"Alright!" Lin Feng drew his Broken Mountain Blade from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly in the firelight. "I will go with you! Through mountains of knives and seas of fire, we will fight side by side! We will share honor and disgrace, life and death! Now, mount your horses and set off!"

"roar--!"

A thousand men responded in unison, their shouts like a tidal wave. The soldiers swiftly and orderly mounted their horses, their movements clean and efficient.

Lin Feng took one last look at the majestic gates of the Grand Protectorate, nodded slightly to the few civil officials and staff left behind, and mounted his magnificent steed, Black Cloud Snow. Bai Xiaohe, Chen Heng, and the others also mounted their horses.

"Let's go!"

With Lin Feng's command, the heavy gates of the mansion slowly opened. A thousand iron cavalry, like a silent black dragon, galloped out of the city gates in the deepest darkness before dawn, rolling away along the official road leading north.

……

Shen Mansion, Tingxue Pavilion.

Shen Qingqiu stood by the window of the attic, gazing at the pale dawn breaking over the northern horizon, her hand unconsciously stroking a cold jade pendant. It was a gift from her father when she came of age, engraved with the four characters "守静致远" (Shou Jing Zhi Yuan, meaning "maintain tranquility to achieve far-reaching goals"). She was of a cool and aloof nature, always able to maintain this tranquility, but now, her heart was stirred by that departing figure heading north, creating ripples that were difficult to quell.

The Imperial Palace, the Moon-Viewing Pavilion.

Princess Pingyang also spent a sleepless night. She sat at the zither table, her delicate hands resting on the cold strings, but she had no heart to pluck them.

She had given away the "Heavenly Snow Lotus Pill," but her worries remained undiminished. Arrows and swords have no eyes; even if he was highly skilled in martial arts, what could he do? If…

She dared not think any further. An unprecedented sense of powerlessness gripped her.

"Qiuyue," she suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with weariness, "go to the Imperial Household Department and take thirty percent of my annual allowance of spices and silks, and exchange it for medicinal herbs and furs that are easy to transport and preserve. Send them to the northern border in my name... for the soldiers on the frontier."

"Yes, Your Highness," Qiuyue replied.

……

In the west of the city, at Xu's Grocery Store, in a secret room in the backyard.

After listening quietly to his subordinate's report, "Earthfire" had a cold, eerie light gleaming in his eyes behind his bronze mask.

"They've left? They took a thousand Jingying garrison soldiers back to Cangyun Pass?" His hoarse voice was mocking. "It seems those barbarians in the northern deserts have done us a favor."

"My lord, should we notify the northern frontier, or... ambush them on the way?" the figure in the shadows asked.

"Ambush?" "Earthfire" sneered. "He brought a thousand elite troops; they must be heavily guarded. Ambushing him now would only alert him and expose our whereabouts."

He paused, his tone turning cold: "Let him go back. The more chaotic the North is, the more advantageous it is for us."

"Send a message to our people in the northern desert, instructing them to add fuel to the fire and encourage those greedy chieftains. They don't need to launch a full-scale attack, but they must make it look like they're pressing in with a large army, firmly pinning Lin Feng and Lei Bao's main force to the border! Also, have our spies in the capital intensify their activities, making sure to create enough 'trouble' for Lin Feng in the capital, destabilizing his rear!"

"yes!"

"Lin Feng..." "Earthfire" walked to the window, gazing north. "You think you're safe after destroying the sacred artifact and escaping back to the Northern Territory? The real game has only just begun. I'll show you that offending 'Crimson Abyss' was the biggest mistake of your life! The Northern Territory will be your burial ground!"