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

Knowing that the three were not easy to get along with, Yuwen Rong no longer took any chances and went all out.

As the three attacked him once again, he suddenly exerted his strength, and his gilded halberd deflected all three weapons at the same time.

The tip of the halberd swept back, drawing a golden arc that forced all three of them to retreat.

"What terrifying strength! I thought my strength was already unmatched in the world, but I didn't expect his strength to be even greater than mine."

"A monster, this really is a complete monster. Is such strength truly achievable by humans?"

"The gap is too big. Even with the three of us joining forces, we still can't completely defeat him. He truly deserves the title of the number one warrior in Daxing."

"..."

After the battle had progressed to this point, even Xiong Zi and the other two had to admit that Yuwen Rong was incredibly powerful.

Even so, they never considered giving up.

They were already among the strongest in the world, and now that they had suddenly encountered such a powerful figure as Yuwen Rong, they had only one thought in their minds: to measure how big the gap was between themselves and the pinnacle of this world.

If I could witness the pinnacle of a warrior's prowess, I would die without regret.

With this thought in mind, all three of them were determined to die.

"Kill!" Wu Yun roared, his spear tip spinning like a snake as he thrust at Yuwen Rong's horse from below.

This attack unleashed his full power, and he felt he had reached his limit.

But Yuwen Rong simply lowered the end of his spear slightly, precisely striking the tip. Wu Yun's spear was shaken off course by three inches, missing its target.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was firing his gun, Wu Tian approached from the left and slashed straight at his neck with his halberd.

The blow was powerful and heavy. Yuwen Rong didn't have time to retract the halberd. He lowered his head and leaned back on the saddle. The halberd's blade swept across his scalp and sliced ​​off a red tassel from his helmet.

Xiong Zi's iron rod swept in right after.

Yuwen Rong used one hand to brace himself against the saddle and tumbled off the horse, rolling once in the yellow earth upon landing.

The iron rod swept across the spot where he had just been sitting, the wind from the rod making the saddle shake.

"good!"

The rebel soldiers watching from the camp gate erupted in cheers.

But before the cheers had even faded, Yuwen Rong had already sprung up from the ground.

As he jumped up, he casually patted Wu Yun's horse's leg, causing the horse to lurch forward in pain, and Wu Yun swayed in the saddle.

In the blink of an eye, Yuwen Rong's gilded halberd had already swept across.

The halberd sliced ​​through the leather straps on the side of Wu Yun's saddle, cutting the quiver hanging on the saddle in half, and scattering arrows all over the ground.

Wu Yun roared and steadied himself, thrusting his spear back. Yuwen Rong dodged the spear tip, then swung the halberd back at Wu Yun's horse's rump, sending the horse leaping forward several steps.

Wu Yun was jolted so hard he almost fell off, and the hand gripping the reins was instantly cut with a bloody mark.

Xiong Zi and Wu Tian gave Yuwen Rong no chance to catch his breath.

The two attacked from both flanks simultaneously, smashing down with iron rods and slicing horizontally with halberd blades.

Yuwen Rong leaned back to avoid the iron bar, and then used the halberd to parry Wu Tian's halberd blade.

Using the collision of the two forces, he dodged to the side and escaped the encirclement.

After this exchange, the expressions on the faces of those watching from the camp gate varied.

Pei Yan's brows furrowed more and more; he had personally experienced the terror of Yuwen Rong.

But seeing him fight three opponents and still hold his own was even more oppressive than when I faced him on the field myself.

Shan Tong and Chen Gong exchanged a few words in hushed tones, both with somber expressions in their eyes.

Even just watching the battle gave them a profound sense of the terror of Yuwen Rong, the number one warrior of Daxing.

Wang Chong stood in the crowd, the smile that had been on his lips gone.

He glanced at Pei Yan and lowered his voice, "Pei Yan, you go too!"

He doesn't have the arrogance of a martial artist.

Seeing that Xiong Zi and the other two were able to fight Yuwen Rong to a standstill, they subconsciously thought that if Pei Yan were added to the mix, they might be able to kill Yuwen Rong.

Pei Yan was taken aback.

His chest still ached, and he could feel the soreness in his ribs with every breath.

More importantly, as a fierce general, he also possessed his own pride.

In Pei Yan's view, it was already somewhat unfair for Xiong Zi and his team to win in a three-on-one situation.

But since Yuwen Rong had taken the initiative to invite him, there was no point in saying anything more.

Now, he was actually being asked to join in, which instantly made Pei Yan feel endless humiliation.

But Wang Chong's gaze was fixed on his face, and his eyes contained not only urging but also a hint of dissatisfaction.

Pei Yan remained silent for a moment, but finally accepted the lance handed to him by his personal guard and mounted his horse.

He spurred his horse out of the camp gate, the tip of his spear pointing diagonally at the ground, and galloped towards the battlefield.

Just as the rebels began to take action, Qin An could no longer sit still.

He could also see that Yuwen Rong was already struggling enough against Xiong Zi and the other two.

His ability to fight three opponents at once already demonstrates his bravery.

Under such circumstances, it is naturally not permissible for anyone else to get involved.

Seeing that Qin An wanted to go into battle, the people around him immediately stopped him.

"General, you mustn't! You are now the commander-in-chief; how can you so easily take such a risk?"

"The general needs to stay in the central army, so we'll go. Pei Yan alone can't cause any trouble."

Faced with their persuasion, Qin An raised his hand to stop them: "There's no need to persuade me anymore, I know what I'm doing!"

Qin An naturally understood that, as the de facto commander, he should not put himself in danger.

But he also did not forget his principles.

Your own system needs to constantly defeat enemies to strengthen itself.

Under such circumstances, he was destined to take the path of a warrior, rather than a commander.

Not to mention, after witnessing Yuwen Rong's feat of fighting three opponents single-handedly, Qin An, as a fierce general, was also filled with excitement.

At this point, how can we possibly back down?

However, he made certain arrangements before taking action.

His gaze swept over his group of subordinates before finally settling on Li Jing.

"Li Jing, if a chaotic battle breaks out later, you'll take command in my place!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jing was shocked and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Me?"

He never expected that Qin An would entrust him with such an important task.

He glanced at the others instinctively.

Among this group, he was the youngest, had the least experience, and his record was not outstanding.

As things stand, the only thing I can really be proud of is my identity as Qin An's brother-in-law.

Now, Qin An has suddenly entrusted him with such an important task.

He worried that others would object and think that Qin An was practicing nepotism.

"That's right, it's you!" Qin An repeated earnestly. "Your military talent is astonishing, and your growth rate is incredibly fast—all of this is evident to everyone. Do you have the confidence to take on this mission?"

He was indeed intentionally grooming his brother-in-law.

In fact, after realizing that becoming a commander limited his own growth, Qin An consciously made adjustments.

Qin An treated all his old comrades equally, not just Li Jing.

But sometimes, talent really does defy all reason.

People like Luo Kai and Cheng Zhiyuan can only be described as talented generals, but not as brilliant commanders.

Needless to say, Han Quan and Xue Ju were also involved.

Xue Ju can still be trained to become a general, but Han Quan, the elder brother who started as a constable, is average in all aspects. Becoming a centurion is already the limit for him.

Seeing that Qin An was determined to do this, and that no one else stood up to object, Li Jing stopped being coy.

He took a deep breath and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Your subordinate will certainly live up to your expectations!"

After making the arrangements, Qin An said no more and rode off into battle.

The halberd flashed a cold light in the sunlight, and the black steed, Treading Snow, moved like the wind with its four hooves pounding the ground.

In an instant, he rushed to Pei Yan, who wanted to join the battle, and pressed the tip of his halberd against the shaft of Pei Yan's spear, forcing Pei Yan's horse to stop.

"Your opponent is me." Qin An stood with his halberd drawn, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Pei Yan looked at the face in front of him.

The two had fought for several days in a row and had thoroughly figured out each other's moves and strategies.

He knew Qin An's abilities, but he also knew his own current situation.

The wound in his chest was aggravated again when he was riding the horse, and he was sweating profusely from the pain.

"Get out of my way." Pei Yan's voice was filled with suppressed gasps.

"If you've got the guts, then break through!" Qin An's halberd was firmly pointed at his throat.

Pei Yan stopped talking nonsense.

Ma's spear thrust out, Qin An parried with his halberd, and the two weapons collided with a crisp metallic clang.

Pei Yan's strength was much weaker than before. When Qin Ange parried his spear, he could clearly feel that the other party's strength was sluggish, as if he was holding back something with every move.

The two horses passed each other, and Pei Yan turned around to stab again.

This time, Qin An did not block, but instead turned to the side to avoid the spear tip.

He swung his halberd upwards from below. Pei Yan couldn't retract his spear in time, and the tip grazed the armor plate under Pei Yan's armpit, cutting a gash.

Shan Tong's pupils contracted slightly at the camp gate.

He had also dealt with Qin An, his brother-in-law by marriage, quite a bit, and knew his ways.

At this moment, it's clear that Pei Yan's condition is obviously a bit off, and he's definitely no match for Qin An.

Dan Tong glanced at Chen Gong, who was also looking at him.

The two saw the same judgment in each other's eyes: Pei Yan couldn't handle it alone.

"Let's go." Chen Gong only said this one word.

The two horses charged out of the camp gate almost simultaneously.

Dan Tong's spear and Chen Gong's spear entered the battlefield from two directions. Dan Tong's spear slashed at Qin An's horse's leg, while Chen Gong's spear pierced Qin An's back.

Following Yuwen Rong's attack by three men, Qin An also suffered the same fate.

Faced with this situation, Qin An remained calm and composed. He swung his halberd backward, and the end of the halberd struck the tip of Chen Gong's spear with precision.

The spear tip was deflected and missed its mark, grazing Qin An's back.

Dan Tong's spear swept in right away, and Qin An pulled on the reins, causing the Snow-Treading Black Steed to leap forward. The spearhead grazed the horse's iron hooves, ploughing a furrow in the yellow earth.

Pei Yan, having received assistance, immediately turned around and launched a counterattack.

Three weapons simultaneously attacked Qin An: two spears and one spear, all three striking at once, aiming to pierce his face, thrust into his ribs, and slash at the horse's neck.

Qin An drew a semicircle in front of him with his halberd, the blade blocking Pei Yan's spear, the shaft pressing down on Chen Gong's spear, and the butt of the halberd knocking away the single-handed spear.

He caught the three weapons with his halberd, making a screeching sound.

But the combined strength of the three was no joke.

Qin An's shoulders slumped two inches, and the Snow-Treading Black Steed was forced to take a half-step back!