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

Lu Lin had no intention of giving Song Yu any face. Seeing that he still wanted to waste more words, he sneered, "Don't forget who commands this unit?"

Song Yu was speechless after hearing this.

Although Lu Lin belonged to the same rebel army as him, he was under the command of Wang Bo.

He was another strongman within the rebel army.

There were already undercurrents running deep on the surface.

At this moment, Lu Lin brought up his identity as "commander" and put the word "face" out in the open. If he insisted any further, the other party might really turn on him.

The surrounding rebels were also intimidated by Lu Lin's imposing presence. The anger that Song Yu had stirred up gradually subsided, and they involuntarily stopped in their tracks.

Seeing that the army had stopped advancing, Lu Lin withdrew his halberd, but still gave Song Yu a cold glance: "Don't act on your own again."

Having said that, he abruptly turned his horse around and faced Qin An again.

The anger he felt towards Song Yu just now seemed to have been burned away by the flames of war, leaving only pure fanaticism in his eyes.

He pointed his halberd at Qin An, his voice tinged with eager excitement: "Qin An, please excuse my foolishness. What happened earlier doesn't count."

"Oh?" Qin An raised an eyebrow, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Lu Lin's tough stance towards Song Yu was not simply a matter of competitiveness.

That was clearly suppression between factions.

Wang Bo's people...

He suddenly remembered the intelligence document in Zhang Xu's possession.

The rebels were not a monolithic group; their leaders each had their own agendas, so the rumors seemed to be true.

"So what if it doesn't count?" Qin An deliberately dragged out his words, lightly tapping the saddle with his spear.

"How about it?" Lu Lin laughed loudly, his laughter echoing in the night wind, carrying a reckless ferocity. "Of course, we'll keep fighting! Today, one of us must lie down!"

He reined in his horse and charged forward, his halberd drawing a brilliant arc in the moonlight, aiming straight for Qin An's throat.

This strike was swifter than any before, as if it had been delivered with all one's might.

A look of understanding flashed in Qin An's eyes, which were then ignited by this pure fighting spirit.

He spurred his horse on its flanks, and the yellow horse neighed as it carried him toward Lu Lin.

"Alright! Let's see who's lying down today!"

The spear and halberd clashed once more, sparks exploding in the night, illuminating the equally fervent light in their eyes.

Meanwhile, Song Yu, watching the two fighting again from a distance, had a face so dark it could drip water, and his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Lu Lin, that martial arts fanatic, is bound to ruin everything sooner or later!

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The crisp sound of spears clashing had long since become dull, as the iron had become hot from the continuous impact, making the hands holding them feel as if they were about to be burned through.

The two hundred rounds of fighting were even more dangerous than the previous hundred or so rounds.

Lu Lin's halberd technique had reached a frenzied level, completely disregarding his own defense, with each strike like a desperate gamble.

The halberd sometimes transformed into a spinning iron wheel, forcing Qin An to cower to the side of the horse's neck to avoid it.

Then it suddenly changed direction, the tip of the halberd grazing Qin An's armor, sending up a string of tiny sparks, a near miss.

Qin An's marksmanship became increasingly steady, like a deep pool of still water, unmoved by any storm.

He wielded the spear with remarkable skill, his seemingly slow parries always managing to deflect most of Lu Lin's force with pinpoint accuracy.

On one occasion, Lu Lin swept his halberd towards Qin An's side, but Qin An neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, his spear emerged from under his armpit, the tip pointing directly at Lu Lin's face, forcing Lu Lin to return the halberd to defend himself.

As the two horses passed each other, their battle robes were torn by each other's weapons, and the gusts of wind they generated stung their cheeks.

As the night dew grew heavier, it dampened the two men's hair and armor, and the sweat dripped down their chins, splashing onto the dry ground and leaving a small, dark stain.

Lu Lin's breathing was like a broken bellows, and each swing of his halberd seemed to exhaust all his strength. The muscles in his arms throbbed from excessive tension.

Qin An's breathing was also rapid, but his eyes remained clear.

His physical exertion was also enormous, but with the support of the system, he developed in all aspects.

In addition, he is young, and his physical strength and endurance are unmatched by Lu Lin.

After yet another clash of spears and halberds, both men's warhorses were shaken and forced to retreat.

Using the reaction force, Qin An tightened the reins, and the spear slowly lowered, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, leaving a trail of sparks.

"That's enough." He suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with weariness but still clear. "Lu Lin, we have fought for over three hundred rounds today, and it is difficult to determine who is better. Continuing to fight will only be a waste of our energy."

Lu Lin was about to urge his horse forward when he heard this, he paused, his crimson eyes fixed on Qin An: "What do you mean?"

"That means it!" Qin An raised his eyes, calmly meeting his gaze, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, "Today's battle is a draw, but next time we meet, you won't be so lucky."

Lu Lin's anger flared up instantly, and he abruptly stopped wielding his halberd, the shaft trembling slightly: "Are you saying you can kill me?"

Qin An twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard something interesting.

"Do you think that, given our current state, if I were to fight to the death, you would come out on top?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lu Lin's slightly trembling arm. "Besides, I've already fought a series of fierce battles today, from dawn till dusk. My strength is already mostly depleted. If it weren't for this..."

He deliberately paused, but the unfinished meaning was more jarring than any sarcasm.

Judging from his expression, he was clearly saying that if it weren't for that, Lu Lin would have already been killed by my gun.

"You're asking for death!" Lu Lin was indeed enraged, veins bulging on his forehead, and his black horse pawed restlessly, clearly unable to contain its master's anger.

He knew, of course, that Qin An was using this as a provocation, clearly trying to escape.

But how could his inherent arrogance and belligerence tolerate such contempt?

"Qin An!" Lu Lin roared, his halberd pointing straight at the sky. "Don't try to win with your words! Neither of us is at our peak today, so our arguments don't count!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his chest, but his eyes remained sharp as knives.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But remember this: in three days, we'll settle this once and for all! By then, we'll both be well-rested, and I'll see just how capable you, Qin An, are to dare claim you can take my life!"

Qin An's heart stirred slightly, but his expression remained calm: "Alright, I'll wait."

Having said that, he said no more, turned his horse around, and the yellow horse understood, its four hooves flying, galloping away in the direction where Han Quan and the others had retreated.

The night wind whipped up his battle robes, casting a long shadow in the moonlight before he quickly disappeared into the shadows of the dense forest.

Lu Lin gazed in the direction he had left, and slowly loosened his grip on the halberd.

He knew he had been tricked. Qin An's provocation was clumsy, but it had hit his weak spot.

But for some reason, as he looked in the direction where Qin An disappeared, the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and what replaced it was a trace of expectation.

Three days later...

He wanted to see just how strong Qin An could be at his peak.

Watching Qin An leave peacefully from afar, Song Yu's face was so gloomy it could drip water.