The God of War Who Protects the Nation: Starting with Saving a Mother and Daughter in Distress

"Why bother with announcing your name when dealing with a beast like you?" Qin An's tone was calm, yet carried a chilling intent. "Today, I will send you to hell on behalf of the people you have harmed!"

"You're asking for death!" Wang the Dwarf was enraged by being called a beast. He spurred his horse forward, drew his sword, and slashed at Qin An. His swordsmanship was ruthless and cunning, the wind from his blade aimed directly at Qin An's lower body, clearly a style he was accustomed to using for sneak attacks.

Qin An snorted coldly, and the black horse retreated instead of advancing, nimbly dodging the attack.

He then flicked his wrist, and the spear shot out like a serpent, piercing straight for Wang the Dwarf's heart with a whooshing sound.

Wang the Dwarf was shocked to see this, not expecting the opponent's marksmanship to be so swift, and quickly parried with his knife.

Unexpectedly, Qin An's spear, which seemed to be a straight thrust, actually concealed a change. Just as the spear tip was about to touch the blade, it suddenly dipped, like a venomous snake swishing its tail, bypassing the blade.

With a "plop," it precisely pierced Wang the Dwarf's throat.

"Uh..." Wang the Dwarf's eyes widened, the ghost-head knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", he covered his neck with both hands, blood gushing out from between his fingers, staining the front of his clothes red.

Qin An flicked his wrist, sending Wang the dwarf's corpse flying.

Blood flowed down the tip of the gun, dripping onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

"Whoosh—"

The rebel camp was in an uproar; everyone was stunned by the clean and swift kill.

No one expected that Wang Aizi wouldn't even last one round before dying.

"Good!" A thunderous cheer erupted from the imperial army ranks, and the cavalrymen brandished their swords and spears, their morale soaring to its peak.

Qin An's gaze swept across the rebel ranks like lightning, and he raised his voice again, "Who else?"

No sooner had the words left her lips than a sharp, rebuking voice rang out: "You treacherous general, cease your arrogance! I have come to avenge my husband!"

Suddenly, a rider charged out from the rebel ranks, and sitting atop the horse was a woman.

The woman appeared to be around twenty years old. She wore a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her shapely figure. She had a strikingly beautiful face with willow-leaf eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

But at this moment, her phoenix eyes were bloodshot, filled with deep-seated hatred.

Holding a brocade spring knife in her hand, she spurred her horse straight toward Qin'an; she was none other than Qing San Niang, the wife of Wang Aizi.

Qing San Niang was originally a respectable woman, but was forcibly taken as a wife by Wang Ai Zi. Although she had no feelings for Wang Ai Zi, the world believed that a woman should obey her husband after marriage.

If she were to back down now, she would inevitably be ridiculed by the other demon stars. Moreover, with Wang the Dwarf dead, she had no one to rely on among the rebels. Only by fighting to the death could she perhaps have a chance to survive.

"It's a female general?" someone whispered in the imperial army, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Qin An frowned slightly as he watched Qing San Niang rush towards him. He was not one to show mercy to women, especially not on a battlefield where life and death were at stake.

Moreover, since this person is Wang the Dwarf's wife, she must have been tainted with a lot of blood.

"You thief, prepare to die!" Qing San Niang shouted, her embroidered spring knife whistling as it slashed towards Qin An's face.

Her swordsmanship was quite skillful, suggesting she had practiced diligently.

A cold glint flashed in Qin An's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

Just as Qing San Niang's blade was about to reach him, he suddenly turned to the side, dodging the blade, and at the same time swept his spear horizontally, the shaft of the spear slamming heavily onto the hilt of Qing San Niang's sword like an iron rod.

With a crisp "clang!", Qing San Niang felt a tremendous force, and her tiger's mouth was instantly shattered.

The embroidered spring knife flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air before landing on the ground with a thud.

Before she could react, Qin An's spear was already upon her, its tip aimed directly at her chest.

A flicker of fear flashed in Qing San Niang's eyes as she tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"Pfft!"

The spear easily pierced her chest, and blood gushed out, staining her red dress.

With a flick of his wrist, Qin An hoisted Qing San Niang's corpse onto the spear as if it were a light, flimsy object.

"Ah—" A gasp rang out from the rebel camp, and many people looked at the beautiful woman impaled on the spear with a look of pity on their faces.

Qin An remained expressionless, then suddenly flicked his spear, sending Qing San Niang's corpse flying as it landed heavily on the open ground in front of the rebel army's ranks.

"What a ruthless womanizer!" Luo Sheng exclaimed in astonishment as he watched the scene from behind. "This Captain Qin is truly heartless."

Han Quan, standing beside him, said in a deep voice, "On the battlefield, what distinction is there between men and women? To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself."

In the rebel camp, Song Yu's face was ashen. The consecutive loss of two Demon Stars, both instantly killed by Qin An, was a huge blow to morale.

"This is outrageous!" a voice roared as it charged out from the rebel ranks.

This man was of medium height, with a fair complexion and a smile that always played on his lips. He held two short spears in his hands and was none other than Dong Shuang, the "Smiling Tiger," one of the Five Tiger Generals.

"Your skills are impressive. May I ask where you learned them?" Dong Shuang reined in his horse, his face still smiling, but his eyes flashed with wariness.

"I am Dong Shuang, a subordinate of 'Flying Tiger' Lu Lin. If you are willing to submit to my general, you will enjoy wealth and honor in the future..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Qin An interrupted him, his spear pointing directly at Dong Shuang. "Either go back to your lines, or come and die!"

Dong Shuang's smile vanished instantly, a flash of anger crossing her eyes: "Since you refuse to listen to reason, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Having said that, Dong Shuang spurred his horse forward, brandishing his spear, and charged straight at Qin An.

He wielded his dual pistols with exceptional skill, attacking from both sides with a blur of motion, sometimes striking upwards, sometimes downwards, his movements unpredictable and ever-changing, clearly demonstrating his exceptional skill.

Qin An remained calm and composed, wielding his spear with impenetrable skill, deflecting Dong Shuang's two spears one by one.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sounds of metal clashing were incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

Although Dong Shuang's marksmanship was skillful, his strength was far inferior to Qin An's.

Qin An's spear technique was wide and powerful, each strike carrying immense force, forcing Dong Shuang to retreat repeatedly.

"Such strength!" Dong Shuang thought to herself in surprise.

He originally thought he could win with his skills, but he did not expect his opponent's strength to be so terrifying. With each collision, his arms went numb.

The two exchanged blows, and in the blink of an eye, they had fought twenty rounds.

Dong Shuang gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, his marksmanship began to become erratic, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"General Dong is in grave danger!" someone in the rebel ranks cried out in alarm.

Upon seeing this, Song Yu's expression changed, and she abruptly said to the two people beside her, "Qin Huo, Guan Dadao, go and help Dong Shuang immediately!"

"Yes!" the two replied in unison, each drawing their swords and spurring their horses forward, charging out of the camp.

These two men are none other than Qin Huo, the "Tiger Descending the Mountain," and Guan Dadao, the "Tiger Blocking the Road," two of the Five Tiger Generals.

Qin Huo wielded a double-edged sword, while Guan Da Dao carried a heavy broadsword; both were fierce and valiant men.

"Shameless! How dare they gang up on us!" A chorus of angry curses erupted from the imperial army ranks.

Luo Sheng angrily slapped his horse's back, shouting, "Outrageous! Captain Qin, we'll come forward to help you!"

"No need!" Qin An's voice rang out, tinged with arrogance. "Those three mere bandits are nothing to me!"