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

Feng Ling and Feng Jue exchanged a glance, and Feng Ling nodded without hesitation: "We will follow the Grand Commander's orders. We may have a way to infiltrate and incite unrest."

Feng Jue nodded vigorously: "Yes! Those mine slaves are so pitiful, and those children too... We can help!"

"Alright!" Lin Feng said solemnly, "This matter requires careful planning. We need meticulous identity disguise, contact methods, and the right time to launch the attack. We'll discuss it in detail later."

"The second team, led by Chen Heng, will provide support from the outside and create a disturbance at the entrance of 'Flame Valley' to attract the attention of some guards, while also being ready to launch a strong attack at any time. The third team, led by myself, will consist of two brothers skilled in demolition, who will infiltrate the core area of ​​'Flame Valley' to find opportunities to destroy its 'Crimson Flame Crystal' warehouse and key structures. The fourth team, consisting of the remaining three, will carry powerful bows and poisoned arrows and secretly go to the vicinity of 'Dragon's Eye' in advance to lie in ambush as the final surprise force and trump card! Their code name is 'Shadow Fang,' and they will be responsible only to me."

The crowd responded enthusiastically, quickly dispersed, and went their separate ways to prepare.

Five days before the new moon, at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), the night is at its darkest.

Feng Ling and Feng Jue silently slid down the rock wall, heading towards a "corpse pit" on the outskirts of "Flame Valley" where guards were relatively lax and where dead miners were often carelessly dumped. According to the plan, they were to disguise themselves as miners who had just been "disposed of" but had miraculously survived and crawled back.

Suppressing their nausea, the two women found two recently deceased female corpses with similar body shapes near the edge of the pit. They quickly exchanged some of their outer clothing and ornaments, making themselves even more filthy. Then, supporting each other, they staggered and "crawled" towards the nearest slum area with a faint firelight.

"Help...help...is anyone there..." Feng Ling cried out in a weak, feeble voice.

Soon, several emaciated miners with terrified eyes emerged from the shack. They were startled when they saw their two "comrades" covered in blood and on the verge of death, but then showed sympathy.

"They crawled back from the 'mass grave' again..."

"What a terrible thing to do..."

"Quick, give me a hand, carry it in. Don't let the night patrol see us, or we'll get whipped again."

Several older female miners hurriedly carried the wind chimes and jade pendants into a low, damp shack. The shack was crammed with a dozen or so people, young and old, all emaciated.

An elderly woman with gray hair and one blind eye shakily brought over half a bowl of murky, lukewarm water and fed it to Fengling and Fengjue. The water had a strange taste, but the two still drank it in small sips.

"Thank you... thank you, Grandma..." Fengling said weakly, secretly observing the people in the shed.

"Don't speak, save your energy." The old woman sighed, her single eye devoid of light.

A middle-aged man with a whip mark on his face said in a muffled voice, "You're lucky to have crawled back. But... here, being lucky isn't necessarily a good thing." His tone was numb, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The shack returned to deathly silence.

The next day, before dawn, the piercing sound of a gong echoed throughout the shantytown.

"Time to work! Time to work! Lazybones, hurry up! Anyone who delays the mining will be thrown into the fire pit!"

The overseers brandished whips, driving the miners like livestock with menacing ferocity.

Fengling and Fengjue mingled in the crowd, heads down, imitating the others, and staggered toward their assigned mines—they were assigned to a smaller mine in the eastern district, responsible for mining "Crimson Flame Crystal" ore with simple pickaxes.

When the gong signaled the end of the workday, most of the miners were exhausted and nearly collapsed. The overseers kicked and beat them as they were driven back to their shacks. Dinner consisted of a small bowl of sour-smelling gruel and a hard, rock-like flatbread mixed with sand for each person.

Fengling and Fengjue ate silently, finding the food tasteless, but they forced themselves to swallow. They needed their strength.

At night, suppressed coughs, groans, and low, desperate sobs could be heard from the shack.

Fengling and Fengjue leaned against each other, pretending to be asleep, but their ears were perked up, catching every word of their conversation.

"...Have you heard? On the night of the new moon, we offer sacrifices to the heavens..."

"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind?! I heard they're asking for a lot of 'sacrifices' this time, even children..."

"What a terrible thing to do..."

"What's the point of living? Here, it's worse than death..."

The scarred man was in a corner, cursing the overseer and "Red Abyss" in a very low voice, but he was quickly stopped by the others. The one-eyed old woman sighed and mumbled indistinct words that sounded like some kind of prayer or eulogy.

Feng Ling and Feng Jue exchanged a glance and nodded slightly in the darkness. Their resentment had reached its peak, needing only a spark.

They focused their observations on and contact with several people: "Scarface," who harbored the deepest resentment and possessed some strength; "Ahe," a young woman; and "Grandma Meng," a one-eyed old woman who often secretly helped others.

Late at night, when everyone was exhausted and asleep, Fengling quietly got up and went to the corner of the shack to the side of the one-eyed old woman, "Grandma Meng," and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Grandma, do you believe in karma?"

Granny Meng watched her with her one eye in the darkness, remaining silent for a long time. "Young lady, you are no ordinary person. In all my years, I've seen people starve to death, die of illness, and be beaten to death, but I've never seen anyone die as retribution."

"What if there's a way to survive?" Wind Chime's voice was even softer. "There really are soldiers outside. On the night of the new moon, chaos will ensue. When chaos comes, will you try to escape, or continue waiting to die?"

Granny Meng trembled slightly, her one eye fixed intently on the wind chime, as if trying to see through her heart. "You...who exactly are you?"

"Someone who wants to lead everyone to a way out." Feng Ling met her gaze frankly. "Not just us, but also those children who are imprisoned. Grandma, you have helped many people, and everyone trusts you. We need to know who we can rely on, which places are poorly guarded, and how to ensure that fewer people die and more escape when chaos breaks out."

Granny Meng's breathing became heavy, her withered fingers gripping the tattered hem of her clothes tightly. After a long while, she spoke haltingly, reciting some key information and the names and characteristics of several trustworthy people.

"That's enough, Grandma." Fengling felt a little relieved. "These next few days, don't do anything. Just act as usual. I'll let you know when I need you. Remember, you earn your own living."