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

The mornings at the Elite Battalion were shattered by the sharp, piercing sound of gongs and the rough shouts of soldiers.

"Get up! Get up! All of you, get the hell out of here! Assemble on the training ground within thirty breaths! Anyone who's late, skip breakfast and run twenty laps around the training ground!"

Accompanying the roar were the muffled thuds of leather boots slamming against the barracks door.

Lin Feng opened his eyes almost the instant the gong sounded, his eyes showing no trace of sleepiness. He quickly got up, dressed, and folded his blankets, his movements swift and efficient, even faster than those seasoned veterans.

Wang Kui (the burly man who provoked him last night) was still rubbing his eyes, cursing as he pulled on his pants. When he saw Lin Feng already dressed and standing in front of the bunk, he paused for a moment, then muttered, "Damn, the new guy is pretty quick."

Lin Feng ignored him and strode out of the barracks. The morning air was chilly, and the sky was still dimly lit. A considerable number of people had already gathered on the drill ground, quickly lining up according to the battalion, company, and squad organization.

Most people were still sleepy-eyed, except for a few veterans and officers who had sharp eyes and solemn expressions.

Following the instructions given by Commander Han last night, Lin Feng found the area where the new recruits were assembled. There were about a hundred people there, all recently recruited, wearing the same ill-fitting gray uniforms. Their faces showed the bewilderment and nervousness of someone new to the military, along with a hint of barely perceptible excitement or fear. They varied in height and build, and their ages ranged from fifteen or sixteen to their early thirties, making them seem like a diverse group.

The officer in charge of recruit training was a man in his thirties with a full beard and a scar on his left cheek. His surname was Zhang, and he was a captain. He was nicknamed "Zhang the King of Hell".

"Listen up, all of you!" Zhang Yanwang's voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, but extremely penetrating. "You guys are lucky to be in the Elite Battalion! But once you're in, don't think you're human! If you're a dragon, you'd better coil up for me! If you're a tiger, you'd better lie down for me! Here, I'm the king! My rules are ironclad! Anyone who dares to cheat, to disobey orders, my whip is the law!"

He paused, his gaze hardening: "From today onward, you are no longer children born of fathers and mothers! You are soldiers! Soldiers of the Great Yan! Soldiers of the Elite Battalion! Your lives belong to me, to the Commandant, to the Imperial Court! Put away all your old, worthless habits! Here, there are only three words: Obey, Fight, Kill! Obey orders! Fight tough battles! Kill the enemy! Do you understand?!"

"I...I understand..." came the scattered and inconsistent responses.

"Haven't you eaten? Or are you a woman reincarnated?!" Zhang Yanwang roared in fury, lashing the ground with his whip, dust flying everywhere. "Speak louder than me! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!!" This time the voice was louder, but still disordered.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Zhang Yanwang cursed, but knowing that was typical of new recruits, he didn't bother yelling anymore and began giving orders, "Now, ten laps around the drill ground! The last twenty who finish will not get breakfast! Begin!"

After running ten laps, the recruits collapsed on the ground, slumped over. Zhang Yanwang, whip in hand, called out the last twenty who had arrived, including Sun Ergou. These twenty men, their faces long and groaning, were herded aside to watch the others line up for breakfast.

After breakfast and a short rest, the morning training began. The morning mainly consisted of drills in formation and basic weapons.

When it was time for weapons training, each person was given a long ash wood spear without a spearhead for practice. The instructor for basic bayonet techniques was a taciturn veteran surnamed Chen, whose marksmanship was said to be among the top ten in the battalion. He demonstrated several of the most basic thrusting, parrying, and stabbing movements, and asked the recruits to practice them repeatedly.

Lin Feng picked up the spear, weighed it in his hand—it was too light. He recalled the key points of assassination techniques from his previous life and the marksmanship of the border troops in this life, slowing his movements and softening them. Each move, seemingly a clumsy imitation, actually subtly aligned with the principles of spear technique: power generation, control, and coordination of footwork and eye movements. However, he concealed it extremely well; to outsiders, he appeared to be just a recruit who had studied diligently.

"Hey, newbie, you're doing pretty well, huh?" During the break, Wang Kui walked over with his gun, poked Lin Feng's shoulder with the barrel, and grinned maliciously. "You've trained before?"

"I've hunted and played with sticks in the countryside," Lin Feng replied casually, stepping aside to let him pass the gun barrel.

"Hunting?" Wang Kui scoffed. "Hunting gear can't compare to military marksmanship! Come on, let me show you!" With that, he took a stance, flicked his spear, executed a rather clumsy flourish, and then, with a strange cry, unleashed a "Snake Emerging from its Hole" attack, thrusting the spear tip straight at Lin Feng's chest! Though the spearhead was absent, the thrust was powerful, accompanied by a whooshing sound; a hit would certainly be painful. The surrounding recruits, seeing this, gathered around, cheering and watching the spectacle.

It's common for veteran soldiers to bully new recruits, even to the point of "sparring" to establish their authority. Zhang Yanwang and the other veterans just watched from afar, making no attempt to stop it, clearly wanting to see just how capable this overly composed new recruit really was.

Lin Feng's eyes turned slightly cold. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he also didn't want to be taken advantage of. The instant Wang Kui's spear tip was about to strike, he didn't move his feet, but slightly turned his upper body, seemingly casually flicking his spear upwards. The shaft of the spear was positioned precisely in the middle of Wang Kui's thrusting spear shaft, with a slight press and a pull.

Wang Kui felt a small but extremely tricky force coming from the shaft of the spear, causing his thrust to involuntarily veer off course, the spear tip grazing Lin Feng's ribs as it passed empty. He had used too much force, his body lurching forward, and his lower body immediately became unstable.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Feng flipped his wrist, and the spear slid down smoothly, its tail like a serpent's tail, gently touching the back of Wang Kui's knee.

"Ouch!" Wang Kui's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees on one leg, his spear clattering to the ground. His face was flushed red with shame and anger as he struggled to get up.

Lin Feng, however, had already sheathed his gun and taken a step back, his expression calm, as if he had merely blocked something casually: "Brother Wang, you're too kind. I was just lucky."

Silence reigned. No one had seen what had just happened; they only saw Wang Kui thrust his spear forward menacingly, and then inexplicably kneel down. This recruit... seemed a bit strange?

Wang Kui scrambled to his feet, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He wanted to lash out, but seeing Lin Feng's calm, almost indifferent gaze, he felt a strange chill. He picked up his gun, glared at Lin Feng hatefully, threw down the words "Just you wait," and turned to squeeze out of the crowd.

"Alright, alright! Everyone disperse! Let's continue practicing!" Zhang Yanwang's voice rang out, dispersing the crowd. He walked over, gave Lin Feng a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave.

In the training that followed, no one dared to provoke Lin Feng again.

During the lunch break, Sun Ergou came over and said, "Brother Lin, you're amazing! Wang Kui was the strongest among our new recruits. He used to carry heavy loads at the docks, and three or five men couldn't get close to him. I never expected you to take him down in one go..."

"He was lucky; he didn't lose his balance." Lin Feng interrupted him, not wanting to discuss the topic further. "Brother Sun, can you read?"

"Ah? Yes, I attended a private school for two years and know a few characters." Sun Ergou was a little embarrassed. "But it was useless. My family was poor and couldn't afford to continue my studies, so I joined the army to make a living."

"Just being literate is enough." Lin Feng nodded. "Are there any literacy teachers in the camp? Or are there any clerical or similar jobs?"

"It seems... there aren't any people specifically teaching literacy. However, I heard that Commander Zhao is short of a literate bodyguard, but the requirements are quite high. Not only must he be literate, but he also needs to be able to ride a horse and know a little arithmetic. We greenhorns are no match for that."

Sun Ergou shook his head, then lowered his voice and said, "Brother Lin, you... don't seem like an ordinary person. That last move wasn't just luck. Have you... trained?"

Lin Feng glanced at him, neither admitting nor denying, but simply said, "I spent a few years at the border and saw some battles."

"The border?!" Sun Ergou's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. "Sigh, that place is tough. I heard the Di Rong people are very fierce. Brother Lin was able to come back alive from there and even join the elite troops, so he must be very capable. In the future... I hope you will take care of me." His tone was sincere, clearly regarding Lin Feng as a reliable backer.

Lin Feng remained noncommittal. In the military camp, having more friends is always better than having more enemies, especially someone like Sun Ergou, who is somewhat educated and relatively quick-witted, and can sometimes provide unexpected information.

The afternoon consisted of physical training and basic combat exercises. It was more running laps, weightlifting, push-ups, sparring...

That night, the barracks were filled with the sounds of snoring. Lin Feng lay on his bunk, not falling asleep immediately. He carefully reviewed everything he had seen and heard that day in his mind.

He needed to quickly and "reasonably" demonstrate certain abilities to secure a less conspicuous but still somewhat vacant position in the army. For example… literacy, horseback riding skills, and some basic arithmetic? Zhao Tieying needed a literate bodyguard? This was an opportunity. But he shouldn't rush it; he needed to wait for the right moment.

In addition, he needed to quickly grasp the interpersonal relationships within the camp, especially among the lower-ranking officers and some capable veterans. These people were the true backbone of the military camp.

Also, we need to find out some news from outside. How is Zhou Wenyuan doing? Has the impeachment memorial reached the capital? What new moves has Prince Qi made? Are A-Yue and the others alright?

Despite the myriad of thoughts and concerns, Lin Feng remained calm. He knew that in the murky waters of the military camp, he needed to be like a stone sinking to the bottom, first settling in steadily, then observing carefully and searching for a way to rise.