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

At dawn the next day, before the sky was bright and a cold wind was blowing, the side gate of the Grand Governor's Mansion quietly opened, and more than ten riders filed out. They were all dressed as guards for a merchant caravan, with packs on their backs, and quickly disappeared into the thick morning mist on the official road leading north.

Lin Feng led the way, dressed in a dark-colored outfit with a gray squirrel fur cloak. Chen Heng followed closely behind with eight of the "Falcon Battalion's" top fighters.

At the end of the procession were the twin sisters, Fengling and Fengjue. They had also changed into narrow-sleeved Hu-style clothes suitable for riding, their long hair tied up, and wearing hoods to conceal their overly striking faces.

Heading north, the road was initially smooth and bustling with carriages and pedestrians. But the further north one went, the fewer people there were, and the more desolate the scenery became.

That afternoon, they arrived at a desolate ridge, far from any village or shop. The mountain path was rugged, with jagged rocks and gnarled, withered trees on both sides. Lin Feng signaled the group to slow down and be on high alert. This kind of terrain was perfect for an ambush.

Sure enough, after traveling about three miles, the road ahead was half blocked by several boulders that appeared to have rolled down naturally. Chen Heng reined in his horse and whispered, "Commander, the stones are in the wrong place; it looks like they were placed there by someone."

Lin Feng nodded and gestured for the group to stop. His sharp gaze swept across the cliffs on both sides, where only the whistling of the wind through the cracks in the rocks could be heard.

"Since the host has already set up a formidable formation, why hide your true intentions?" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the valley.

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures suddenly stood up from the cliffs on both sides and behind the boulders in front of them! Everyone was dressed in black and masked, holding bows, crossbows, swords and knives, with fierce eyes, and instantly surrounded Lin Feng's team!

"Lin Feng! Leave your life behind!" A voice with a heavy northern accent came from the cliff. The leader, a particularly burly man in black, held an exaggeratedly large, ghost-head-shaped sword and pointed it at Lin Feng.

"Scum of the Red Feather Clan? Or dogs kept by Prince Lin?" Lin Feng's hand was already on the hilt of the "Dingjiang" short sword at his waist.

"Why ask so many questions when you're about to die!" The burly man grinned maliciously, brandishing his ghost-headed saber. "Fire! Leave no one alive!"

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Dozens of arrows rained down from different directions, aimed directly at Lin Feng and his group who were surrounded at the core!

"Dismount! Form a circle!" Lin Feng shouted sharply, already dismounting and hiding behind his horse. At the same time, he waved his cloak to deflect several arrows aimed at him. Chen Heng and the skilled members of the "Falcon Camp" reacted quickly, using their horses and the terrain as cover, rapidly closing in and forming a tight defensive circle back to back, wielding their swords to block the rain of arrows.

The Fengling and Fengjue sisters swiftly dismounted, back to back, and drew their long swords from their waists. The swords flashed like snow, deflecting all the arrows aimed at them. Their movements were agile, and their swordsmanship was exquisite, far surpassing that of ordinary women in the martial world.

After a volley of arrows, seeing that they had not caused much damage, the enemy let out a shout and swarmed down from behind the cliffs and boulders, brandishing their swords and rushing forward to attack!

"Kill!" Lin Feng moved like lightning, charging into the enemy ranks first! The "Dingjiang" short sword in his hand transformed into a deadly bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the throats of two black-clad men at the forefront!

Although the "Falcon Battalion" consisted of only eight men, they were all battle-hardened elites. They worked together seamlessly and were incredibly brave. Facing an enemy several times their size, they did not fall behind at all. Instead, they relied on their exquisite battle formation and powerful individual combat skills to force the men in black to retreat repeatedly.

However, the enemy outnumbered them, and the burly man in the lead was extremely brave. His ghost-headed saber was powerful and heavy, and he cleaved through the swords of two "Falcon Battalion" soldiers in succession before rushing straight at Lin Feng!

Several other skilled fighters also realized that Fengling and Fengjue were women and thought they could be bullied, so they swarmed and attacked them with strange cries.

"Sister, be careful!" Feng Jue cried out, her longsword flashing as it transformed into countless cold stars, instantly piercing the wrist of an enemy who lunged at her. The man screamed and dropped his weapon. Feng Ling's sword moved nimbly, weaving through the encirclement of several attackers. Each time, she narrowly avoided fatal blows, and with a swift backhand strike, she would invariably injure or kill one of them. The two sisters remained calm under pressure, their swordsmanship complementing each other, managing to firmly restrain the attackers.

Lin Feng clashed with the burly man. The man possessed great strength and heavy blows, his swordsmanship fierce but lacking in agility. Lin Feng moved swiftly, his short sword thrusting rapidly, targeting the openings in the man's attacks. In just a few exchanges, he had left several bloody gashes on the man's shoulder and ribs. The man was both shocked and enraged, roaring repeatedly, his sword strikes becoming even more ferocious, but his openings widened.

"Die!" Lin Feng seized an opening, ducked to avoid the sweeping ghost head blade, and thrust his short sword like a venomous snake, straight for the strong man's heart!

The burly man was horrified. It was too late to retaliate with his knife, so he could only desperately turn to the side.

"Pfft!"

The short sword pierced the burly man's right chest and emerged through his back! The burly man let out a deafening scream, the ghost-headed knife slipped from his hand, and his massive body staggered backward, crashing into the rock wall, spitting out blood.

"The leader is dead!" The remaining men in black were shocked, and their attack immediately stalled.

"Leave no one alive!" Lin Feng drew his short sword, not even glancing at the burly man convulsing on the ground, and coldly gave the order.

Chen Heng and his men were greatly encouraged and launched an even fiercer attack. The men in black had relied on their numbers and their leader to maintain their momentum, but now that their leader was dead, their morale collapsed, and they scattered like birds and beasts, crying and screaming as they fled back the way they came.

"Chase them! We can't let a single one escape!" Lin Feng couldn't allow them to report back. He moved again, joining Chen Heng and the others in the pursuit. Feng Ling and Feng Jue also drew their swords and followed. With a flash of sword light, several more black-clad men who were too slow to escape were killed.

After chasing them for about a mile, they killed all the fleeing men in black and made sure no one escaped before returning to the battlefield. More than thirty corpses in black lay scattered on the mountain path, the stench of blood filling the air.

Taking stock of their own forces, Chen Heng had a cut on his arm, and a "Falcon Battalion" soldier had an arrow wound in his shoulder, but neither injury was serious. Feng Ling's left arm was torn and bleeding, and Feng Jue's hair was slightly disheveled, but neither was seriously injured.

"Miss Fengling, are you injured?" Lin Feng walked up to Fengling and saw the bloodstains on her arm.

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Fengling shook her head, took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out some white medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the wound, then tore off a clean strip of lining and bandaged it up.

"Thank you for your concern, Grand Commander." Feng Jue smiled sweetly, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and looked at Lin Feng curiously, "Grand Commander, those moves you just made were so fast and ruthless, what kind of kung fu was that? I didn't even see it clearly."

"The skills for killing on the battlefield are nothing special," Lin Feng said calmly, his gaze falling on the corpses. "Chen Heng, check these people for anything that can prove their identities. Also, search the leader."

Chen Heng immediately led his men to carry out the order. Soon, they found several bone ornaments bearing the Crimson Feather Tribe totem on the burly man and several of his underlings. In addition, they discovered a sealed letter, sealed with wax, in the man's undergarments.

Lin Feng opened the secret letter. The gist of it was an order for this group to ambush and kill "an important figure from the south." At the end was a twisted flame symbol—the very symbol of "Crimson Abyss"!

"It seems we need to hurry." Lin Feng gazed ahead. The enemy already knew they were coming and was attempting to ambush them en route. The road ahead would likely be fraught with danger.