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

At this moment, Song Yu was no longer the spirited and enthusiastic person she had been before.

At the beginning of their uprising, they were victorious in one battle after another.

This led him to believe that the imperial army was nothing special.

It even fueled their greater ambitions.

If they keep winning, they might just change the world.

But to everyone's surprise, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse once the imperial army arrived.

In just a short time, the battle situation has deteriorated to this extent.

Just as Song Yu was deep in thought, his personal guard cried out, "General, make a decision! The brothers have long since given up!"

"We're out of food and arrows, and many are too hungry to even lift their swords... If we keep defending here, we'll all die!"

Song Yu staggered back a few steps and bumped into a wooden shelf covered with maps.

Looking at the cinnabar markings on the defensive lines, blackened by smoke, the last vestige of struggle in his eyes died out. He gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat! The entire army converges on the main force at Qishan!"

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The order to retreat was like the final straw.

The already demoralized rebel soldiers threw down their weapons and swarmed out through the gap, pushing and shoving each other as they fled northwest.

Luo Kai led his troops in hot pursuit, and with each swing of his long sword, he could cut down a swarm of starving rebel soldiers with almost no effort.

"Song Yu has escaped!" Luo Kai reined in his horse, looking at the dispersing crowd in the distance. Just as he was about to order a pursuit, he saw Zhang Xu riding up.

"Don't pursue a cornered enemy," Zhang Xu said in a deep voice, gazing towards Qishan. "Don't forget Qin An is still behind them. Trust him; he can clean up the mess!"

Although he won, he did not become complacent.

They also suffered considerable losses in this battle.

"Pass on my order: the entire army shall rest and reorganize, and consolidate our positions."

Although Luo Kai was unwilling, he knew that relentless pursuit would easily lead to an ambush, so he could only angrily turn his horse around.

Meanwhile, Song Yu was leading his remaining troops in a desperate escape through the canyon.

He looked back at the pursuing troops billowing in the dust behind him, then at the emaciated, staggering soldiers beside him, his eyes filled with despair.

Little did he know, even greater despair awaited him ahead!

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"Captain, we've spotted about ten thousand rout rebel soldiers fleeing towards us, ten miles ahead!"

As Song Yu led his remaining troops in a disarrayed retreat, a scout galloped up to Qin An's side, shouting, "Judging by the banners, it's Song Yu's vanguard remnants!"

Qin An reined in the horse, and the black horse snorted and pawed at the ground restlessly with its front hooves.

He raised his hand to shield his brow bone, gazing at the billowing smoke in the distance, a sharp smile curving his lips: "Perfect timing."

Han Quan leaned closer and asked, "Captain, shall we charge immediately?"

"No rush." ​​Qin An shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the cavalrymen beside him. "Let them run, until they are exhausted."

"Pass down the order: the entire army shall conceal themselves in the mountain pass on the left and wait for them to cross this plain before pursuing them relentlessly."

Three thousand cavalrymen silently disappeared into the shadows of the mountain valley, the cold gleam of their armor obscured by the branches and leaves.

Before long, the rebel army's routed soldiers appeared at the edge of the plain, moving forward sluggishly like a long, scattered snake.

Song Yu rode a skinny horse, mingling in the crowd, occasionally looking back.

Seeing that the terrain ahead was open, he felt a little more at ease. Just as he was about to order the troops to rest for a while, he saw that the soldiers around him suddenly collapsed, many of them lying on the ground and unable to get up again.

"General, the brothers are too exhausted to run any further..." a blood-covered guard cried. "Let us rest for a while, even just to catch our breath!"

Looking at the tragic scene before her, Song Yu felt a pang of pain in her heart.

He knew that if they continued running, the group would collapse before the pursuers caught up, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's rest here for half an hour! Get the water bags and let the brothers moisten their throats!"

The rebel soldiers were overjoyed and collapsed to the ground, taking out their emptied water bags and passing them around.

Some people collapsed to the ground, snoring instantly, too exhausted to even be alert.

In the mountain valley, Qin An, seeing that the time was ripe, suddenly pointed his spear forward: "Brothers, follow me and kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Three thousand cavalrymen roared out of the mountain valley like tigers breaking free from their restraints.

The black armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the sound of horses' hooves thundered like a deafening roar, kicking up clouds of dust as they charged toward the rebel army on the plain.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone shouted, and the rebel soldiers hurriedly looked up. They saw a dark mass of cavalry surging in like a tide, the cold light flashing from the tips of their spears so bright it was hard to open their eyes.

Terrified, they no longer cared about resisting and scrambled to their feet, scattering in all directions.

"It's Qin An! That jinx!"

"Run! Run or you'll die!"

"I can't run anymore, you might as well just kill me."

"..."

Panic spread like a plague, and the already scattered rebel army completely collapsed, with screams of trampling echoing everywhere.

Qin An took the lead, his spear flashing like lightning.

A rebel soldier tried to resist with his knife, but he was shot away by him. His body flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily into the crowd, knocking down another group of fleeing soldiers.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Qin An's voice was like thunder, echoing across the plains.

The cavalry behind him were like tigers among sheep; when their long swords fell, blood splattered, and the rebel soldiers fell in droves, utterly powerless to fight back.

Han Quan led the left-wing cavalry in a charge along the edge of the plain, cutting off the rebels who were trying to escape into the canyon.

His long sword flashed, each strike precisely cleaving the rebel's neck, quickly carving a bloody path through the enemy.

"Captain, look over there!" Han Quan suddenly shouted, pointing to the swaying "Song" banner in the center of the rebel army.

Qin An's gaze sharpened, and he spurred his horse straight toward the commander's banner. The rebel soldiers along the way, seeing this, were so frightened that they all gave way, clearing a path through the fleeing troops.

He rushed to the base of the flagpole, only to find a few terrified soldiers standing by the flagpole; Song Yu was nowhere to be seen.

"Useless!" Qin An cursed angrily, sweeping his spear horizontally and cutting the flagpole in half.

With a loud crash, the commander's flag fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the rebels completely lost their will to fight and fled in all directions, crying out.

Qin An reined in his horse, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the dispersing crowd.

He knew Song Yu must have escaped among the fleeing soldiers, and was about to order a pursuit when Han Quan rode up: "Captain, a group of rebels has been spotted on the left flank attempting to break out; they are very strong!"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Qin An's eyes: "Let's go take a look!"

Qin An followed Han Quan to the left flank, where they saw a small group of rebels stubbornly resisting with their backs against a huge rock.

Although they were wearing the armor of ordinary rebels, their formation was tight and their swordsmanship was ruthless. They managed to withstand three charges by the cavalry, and there were more than a dozen cavalrymen's corpses lying on the ground.

"Interesting." Qin An reined in his horse and looked at the group of rebels with great interest.

The leader was a man of medium build. Although his face was covered in mud, his eyes revealed a shrewdness that made him no ordinary soldier!