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

With nowhere left to retreat, Qin An no longer hesitated, abruptly stopped, and turned to face the pursuing scouts.

Seeing Qin An stop, the scout slowed his pace as well, his eyes filled with disdain: "Why aren't you running anymore? Prepare to die!"

Having said that, he brandished his curved sword and slashed at Qin An.

The blade whistled sharply, carrying a pungent, metallic scent.

Qin An neither dodged nor evaded, but slightly shifted his feet to the side, avoiding the blade while simultaneously thrusting his short knife out like a venomous snake, straight at the opponent's abdomen.

The scout was clearly not prepared for Qin An's speed. He cried out in surprise and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

The dagger pierced his abdomen deeply, and he screamed in agony as the curved sword fell to the ground from his hand.

Qin An flicked his wrist, drew out a short knife, and sprayed blood all over his face.

He paid no attention, his eyes coldly fixed on the fallen scout, and delivered a final blow, ending his life completely.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them again.

Qin An turned around abruptly and saw that two more Bai Ji spies had caught up with him, each holding a crossbow and aiming it at him.

"Oh no!" Qin An was terrified and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two crossbow bolts were fired at the same time.

Qin An could only rely on instinct and lunged to the side.

One crossbow bolt grazed his back, while another struck his shoulder.

"Ugh!" Qin An groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if the bone had been pierced. He looked down and saw that the arrowhead was embedded in his shoulder, and blood was gushing out.

Fortunately, he had put on the wild boar hide armor he had tanned himself before setting off. Although it was simple, it provided some cushioning, and the crossbow bolts did not completely penetrate it.

"Kill him!"

Upon seeing Qin An wounded by an arrow, the two scouts charged forward with sinister grins, their curved blades gleaming coldly.

Despite the excruciating pain, Qin An gripped his short sword and charged forward.

He knew that he absolutely could not back down at this moment; if he showed weakness, he would only die faster.

The scout on the left attacked first, his curved blade aimed straight for Qin An's neck.

Qin An suddenly ducked to avoid the blade, and at the same time swept his short sword horizontally, aiming for the opponent's knee.

The scout screamed as his knee was slashed, and he fell to his knees.

Qin An gave his opponent no chance to breathe, and with a swift upward thrust of his short sword, pierced his throat.

Upon seeing this, the scout on the right roared and charged forward.

Qin An turned to dodge, and with a backhand thrust of his short knife, struck the opponent squarely in the heart.

The spy's eyes widened, he fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then became still.

Qin An gasped for breath, looking at the corpse on the ground. The sharp pain in his shoulder made him almost unable to stand.

But he felt no fear; instead, a bloodthirsty urge surged within him.

The sense of power that came from killing intoxicated him, as if an endless source of power was surging within his body.

He glanced at the scout who had been shot through the knee and was still screaming in agony, and without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward and ended his life with a single blow.

Only after doing all this did Qin An have time to check his wounds.

Gritting his teeth, he forcefully pulled the crossbow bolt from his shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately.

He tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it tightly around the wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

"Officer Han, you'd better hold on, our deal isn't done yet." Qin An muttered to himself, enduring the excruciating pain, and turned to run towards the direction where Han Quan was being attacked.

When Qin An arrived, he saw that Han Quan had been cornered by three Bai Ji spies.

Several more wounds appeared on his body, his face was as pale as paper, and his hand holding the sword was trembling. He was clearly on the verge of death.

"Kill!" Qin An roared and charged forward like a tiger.

He casually picked up a fallen scimitar from the ground, and with a flash of light, slashed at the back of a scout's neck.

The scout felt a chill on his neck, then lost consciousness, his head rolling to the ground.

The other two spies were startled by this sudden turn of events. When they turned around, they saw a young man covered in blood staring at them fiercely, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"You're asking for death!" one of the spies roared, swinging his knife at Qin An.

Qin An neither dodged nor evaded, but instead slashed at the opponent's blade with his curved sword.

With a crisp clang, the opponent's curved sword was knocked away, and Qin An took the opportunity to kick him in the chest.

The scout screamed and flew backward, crashing into a tree and dying while spitting blood.

Seeing that things were not going well, the last scout turned around and tried to run away.

Why would Qin An give him a chance?

He lunged forward, and the curved blade pierced his heart from behind.

In a short while, all three spies were killed by Qin An.

Han Quan was so shocked by what he saw that he was speechless.

He simply couldn't imagine that this young man, who looked only seventeen, possessed such terrifying combat power.

"Are you... are you alright?" Han Quan asked, panting heavily, his voice hoarse.

Qin An shook his head, walked to Han Quan's side, and examined his wounds: "He won't die, but he's badly injured and needs treatment as soon as possible."

Han Quan gave a wry smile: "This time... it's all thanks to you."

Qin An didn't speak, but silently walked to the corpses of the Baiji spies, took out a short knife, and cut off their left ears one by one, putting them into a cloth bag.

This is a certificate issued by the government; each left ear represents one head.

He picked up the quivers from the ground one by one and added them to his own. He also found two crossbows and several fine scimitars, which he put away as well.

These things are essential for survival in the mountains; they can't be wasted.

After doing all this, Qin An walked to Han Quan's side, squatted down, and said, "Get on, I'll carry you."

Han Quan was stunned for a moment: "You...you can still carry me?"

He noticed that Qin An was also injured, and that he had clearly exhausted a lot of energy from his long journey.

Qin An didn't say anything, he just stubbornly squatted there.

Seeing this, Han Quan stopped refusing, looked at Qin An gratefully, and climbed onto his back.

Qin An stood up, carried Han Quan on his back, and walked down the mountain.

Although Han Quan wasn't too fat, he still weighed around 100 pounds, and with Qin An's own injuries, every step he took was extremely difficult.

"Qin An..." Han Quan lay on Qin An's back, looking at his muscles taut from exertion and the blood seeping from his shoulder, feeling a little guilty.

"How about... you put me down so I can rest?"

Qin An didn't even turn his head: "Speak less, save your energy."

Han Quan smiled and stopped insisting.

He kept muttering to himself, "We've really done a great job this time! Two squads, eighteen Baiji spies, and one survivor—this achievement is unique in the entire Xingye County! When we get back, my position as chief constable is secure!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see himself sitting on the throne of chief constable.

As Qin An listened to Han Quan's rambling, he trudged through the mountains and forests, his steps uneven.

His mind was already absorbed in the system.

He killed ten more enemies, achieving a ten-man kill in one go. This harvest is bound to be substantial!