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

Lu Lin was able to become the leader of the Five Tiger Generals of the Rebels, which naturally means he was a person with great strength and full of confidence in himself.

Seeing Qin An's provocation, he raised his halberd, spurred his horse, and rode out of formation, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"I've heard you're very powerful. Today is the perfect day; let's settle this once and for all!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Lin had already spurred his warhorse and charged straight at him with his halberd. The halberd whistled through the air, carrying the power to shatter rocks and pierce gold.

Qin An's eyes narrowed, and he thrust forward with his spear.

The two horses clashed, their spears and halberds collided, producing a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

The shadows of halberds crashed against the shore like raging waves, and the gleam of spears split the sky like thunderclaps.

Lu Lin's black horse kicked up clouds of dust as he wielded his halberd with incredible speed and precision, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

As the leader of the rebel army's five tiger generals, his halberd skills were already superb.

The halberd in his hand sometimes transformed into a golden dragon's claws, aiming straight for Qin An's face, and sometimes into a venomous snake emerging from its hole, targeting Qin An's lower body. His moves were ruthless and cunning, each strike aimed at vital points.

Qin An was not afraid at all. His yellow horse was also intelligent and moved around in accordance with its master's movements.

His spear moved like a nimble snake, seemingly light, yet always managing to deflect Lu Lin's fierce attacks at the last possible moment.

Lu Lin swept his halberd horizontally, accompanied by a whistling wind.

Qin An neither dodged nor evaded, but instead thrust his spear diagonally upwards, the shaft of the spear colliding heavily with the shaft of the halberd.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere, and both men's arms went numb from the shock. Their warhorses reared up and neighed.

"Great strength!" A hint of approval flashed in Lu Lin's eyes.

Although I already knew that Qin An was a master who could withstand the combined attack of the three tiger generals without being at a disadvantage, seeing is believing. This young man is indeed formidable.

But the more this was the case, the more excited Lu Lin became.

The one who fights is the strongest.

He brought the "dominance" technique of halberd fighting to its extreme, with the shadows of the halberd overlapping one after another, as if a thousand troops were pressing down, forcing Qin An to retreat step by step.

Qin An's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and his hand gripping the gun barrel was starting to ache.

Lu Lin's strength far exceeded his expectations; his brute force surged forth like waves.

If it weren't for his solid foundation, anyone else would probably have collapsed long ago.

But his inherent tenacity was unleashed at this moment. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his spear suddenly changing its move, the tip striking out like a sudden rainstorm.

In an instant, the shadows of guns were as dense as a net, covering all the major acupoints on Lu Lin's body.

Seeing this, Lu Lin had no choice but to withdraw his halberd and return to defense. The halberd danced in front of him in a silver arc, blocking Qin An's storm-like attacks.

The two fought back and forth, their warhorses clashing, the crisp sound of their weapons ringing out endlessly across the open field.

After thirty rounds, Lu Lin's halberd technique became increasingly fierce, while Qin An's spear technique became increasingly agile. One was forceful, the other gentle, and neither could gain the upper hand.

After fifty rounds, Qin An began to feel the strain, and his breathing became somewhat rapid, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even more intense.

Lu Lin, though sweat beaded on his forehead, grew increasingly excited with each fight, repeatedly shouting praises: "Exhilarating! Exhilarating! Qin An, you truly haven't disappointed me!"

After eighty rounds, both fighters had used their most powerful techniques.

With a roar, Lu Lin's halberd suddenly transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight into Qin An's heart.

This strike concentrated all his strength, so fast that its trajectory was impossible to see.

Qin An's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly did a somersault, narrowly leaping off his horse to avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, he slashed down with his spear, the tip grazing Lu Lin's armor and sending sparks flying.

The two landed and simultaneously mounted their horses, engaging in combat once more.

After about a hundred rounds of fighting, the sun completely sank below the horizon, and night quietly fell. Only the bright moonlight shone on the two of them, reflecting the bloodstains and sweat on their bodies.

The rebel soldiers at the front and Han Quan and others who were secretly watching from afar were all dumbfounded.

Such a spectacular and fierce battle is something that ordinary people rarely witness in their lifetime.

Both of them had reached the pinnacle of skill, and every move they made contained astonishing power, yet they were always cleverly neutralized by their opponent. They were truly evenly matched, like two equally matched generals.

Lu Lin, caught up in the excitement of the fight, burst into laughter: "Qin An, you are indeed a master. This battle was exhilarating!"

Qin An was also filled with heroic spirit and was about to respond when he heard a sharp shout from the rebel army opposite him.

"General Lu, why waste words with him! This man has killed countless brothers of mine; how can we allow him to leave alive? Attack!"

It was Song Yu who shouted the message.

He hid behind the formation, watching Qin An and Lu Lin fight fiercely, his eyes almost overflowing with resentment.

He had just narrowly escaped Qin An's pursuit and already hated him to the core.

Seeing that Lu Lin couldn't defeat Qin An, he could no longer hold back.

He directly ordered Lu Lin's troops to charge forward and eliminate Qin An, a major threat.

The thousands of rebels, who were already restless, surged forward like a tide upon hearing the order. Their dense array of swords and spears gleamed coldly in the moonlight as they surrounded Qin An.

The rebels' footsteps rolled across the open fields like muffled thunder, and their vanguard was already only a few dozen feet away from Qin'an.

Qin An frowned slightly, subtly adjusting the angle of his spear.

He had no intention of wasting his energy here, and now that the army was beginning to encircle him, it was the perfect time to withdraw.

With his horsemanship and skill, if he simply turned his horse around and charged into the night, these rebels might not be able to catch up.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the reins, a furious shout suddenly rang out.

"Stop right there!" Lu Lin yanked the reins, and his black horse reared up, its front hooves drawing a sharp arc in the air.

He slammed his halberd heavily onto the ground, the tip of which pierced deep into the soil, raising a cloud of dust.

Those eyes, burning with fighting spirit, were fixed on Song Yu at the front of the formation, her voice icy: "Who gave you permission to move?"

Song Yu shrank back under his gaze, but still stubbornly shouted, "General Lu! This is a golden opportunity! Qin An is all alone; we can kill him in one fell swoop and eliminate any future trouble! Why insist on fighting alone?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the eager rebel soldiers around him, his tone growing increasingly impassioned, "Which of you brothers hasn't suffered at the hands of the imperial army? How many of our brothers has that treacherous Qin An killed? If we don't get rid of him today, when will we?"

"Insolence!" Lu Lin's voice suddenly rose, the halberd shaft twirling in his hand, the tip pointing sharply at Song Yu. "When did it become your place to interfere on my battlefield?"

His warhorse seemed to sense its master's anger, pawing restlessly and snorting, kicking up puffs of white smoke.

Lu Lin surveyed the restless rebel forces around him and said in a deep voice, "This is my duel with him, and the outcome is yet to be decided. Anyone who dares to interfere today should not blame me for being merciless!"

Song Yu's face turned pale and then red. He never expected that Lu Lin would publicly humiliate him for the sake of an enemy general.

He clenched his fists and argued, "General Lu, you are indeed the commander-in-chief, but we are also thinking about the greater cause! Qin An is very cunning; what if he escapes..."

"So what if he ran away?" Lu Lin interrupted him, his tone resolute. "If I win today, he will naturally not be able to stay. If I lose, it is because I am not skilled enough, and I have no one to blame but myself."

"But if we win by ganging up on others, where will I, Lu Lin, put my face? And where will you all put your faces?"