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

Faced with the relentless attacks of the three, Qin An gritted his teeth and pushed his halberd forward.

After forcing Pei Yan's spear back, he swept his halberd horizontally, blocking the second wave of attacks from Shan Tong and Chen Gong.

The recoil from the halberd shaft made his hands go numb, but he did not retreat.

Although Pei Yan was injured, his spear skills remained as sharp as ever, and every move he made blocked Pei Yan's escape route.

Dan Tong did not intend to go easy on Qin An just because he was his brother-in-law. He took an unorthodox approach and focused on attacking the lower body.

Chen Gong's spear was steady and even, pressing down steadily in sync with the rhythm of the two men.

Although it was only the first time the three of them had worked together, as top-notch experts, they all possessed keen combat intuition. Their teamwork, while not flawless, was at least not a hindrance.

After more than ten moves, Qin An's forehead was covered in sweat.

The halberd is longer than Shan Tong's spear, heavier than Chen Gong's spear, and heavier than Pei Yan's spear, making it advantageous in long-range close combat.

However, once attacked closely by three people, the maneuverability of long weapons becomes limited.

Pei Yan saw this and forced him to turn left.

The right side is blocked by a single passage.

Chen Gong held the line from the middle, not giving him a chance to create distance.

Qin An took a deep breath and suddenly changed his strategy.

Instead of parrying, the halberd swept out horizontally.

This sweep was executed with all his might; the halberd blade, accompanied by the sound of wind, drew a large semicircle, forcing all three of them to lean back simultaneously.

In that brief moment of space, he spurred his horse forward two steps, widening the distance once again.

Just as Pei Yan was about to urge his horse to catch up, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his chest.

He glanced down and saw that the blood seeping from the gaps in his armor had soaked half of his clothes, and his hand holding the spear shaft trembled involuntarily.

Dan Tong caught a glimpse of his movements out of the corner of his eye and frowned, asking, "Is it alright?"

"I won't die." Pei Yan gritted his teeth and squeezed out the two words, gripping the spear shaft tightly again.

But his breathing was noticeably heavier than before, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the horse's mane.

On the other side of the battlefield, Yuwen Rong was in the middle of a fierce fight.

The gilded halberd in his hand transformed into a ball of golden light, each swing accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air.

Blood was also stained on the gilded halberd, his own and the enemy's blood mixed together, making it impossible to tell whose it was.

Despite being injured, Yuwen Rong launched an even fiercer attack.

The slewing blade spun in the air, creating dazzling golden arcs.

He suddenly swung his halberd horizontally, the blade striking Xiong Zi's iron rod. Sparks flew everywhere, and Xiong Zi's iron rod was knocked halfway around before he managed to grab it back.

Then, with a backhand slap, Wu Tian's halberd chipped.

The third halberd was thrust at Wu Yun, who parried with his spear. The shaft of the spear vibrated and hummed, leaving a scratch on the tip.

The three were forced to retreat by the fierce attack, and the encirclement suddenly expanded.

"Who else!" Yuwen Rong pushed Wu Tian back three steps and laughed loudly.

Laughter erupted across the open field, shaking the flags on the camp gate.

At the camp gate, the faces of the rebel generals all changed instantly.

Xu Mao watched as his two fierce generals were overwhelmed and beaten, his lips pressed into a thin line, feeling an indescribable shock.

"Is this the strength of the world's greatest warrior? No wonder Wang Chong suffered a loss at the hands of him and Qin An."

Before this, Xu Mao didn't really think much of so-called fierce generals.

As a top-notch commander, in his view, no matter how strong a person's personal martial arts are, they are just a brute.

Therefore, even though he had suffered a loss at Qin An's hands, what he cared about was not Qin An's personal strength, but his ability to command cavalry in battle.

But now, after seeing Yuwen Rong's formidable performance, he suddenly felt that his previous thoughts were somewhat biased.

Based on the combat prowess Yuwen Rong displayed, his personal intimidation was no less than that of a force of several thousand men.

Cao Deren's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and with each step Xiong Zi took back, his expression grew more and more unpleasant.

"I never imagined that the imperial court would have such a strong foundation. I thought Xiong Zi was already invincible, but I never expected that there would be someone even more valiant than him."

Previously, he believed that even in a direct confrontation with Qin An and his group, he would have the advantage, partly because he had confidence in Xiong Zi.

He had witnessed Xiong Zi's formidable strength firsthand.

On the Hebei battlefield, Xiong Zi charged into battle, easily slaying enemy generals and capturing flags.

He believed that seeing is believing, and in his view, Yuwen Rong's title of the greatest warrior in the world was merely a fabrication by the imperial court.

If they really fought, Yuwen Rong would definitely be no match for Xiong Zi.

But now it seems I was incredibly stupid.

Wang Chong's gaze swept back and forth between Qin An and Yuwen Rong, his face expressionless.

But the vein on his forehead was throbbing.

"Damn it, how are they so powerful? And why did they specifically target me?"

Although he was thinking this in his mind, Wang Chong suddenly felt a sense of relief.

He suddenly realized that the stronger Yuwen Rong and Qin An appeared, the more it proved that the loss of Shancheng was not a fault of war.

It's not that I'm not good enough, it's just that my opponents are too strong.

The shout was extremely loud, and it was heard not only by the rebel soldiers watching from the camp gate.

The three people who were fighting Qin An also noticed this.

Dan Tong's gaze involuntarily swept over that direction.

He saw the Wu brothers stagger as they retreated, and he saw Xiong Zi's fingers trembling as she gripped the iron bar.

"Yuwen Rong single-handedly overpowered three opponents..."

Dan Tong's voice was filled with barely suppressed shock, and the tip of his spear shifted half an inch for a split second.

Chen Gong turned his head back slightly.

He was observing the expressions on the faces of the people at the camp gate.

Xu Mao's face turned ashen, Cao Deren gritted his teeth, and Wang Chong's temples throbbed with veins.

Chen Gong's heart skipped a beat: "Oh no, could something have happened on the other battlefield? Is that Yuwen Rong really that powerful, that even the three of them are no match for him?"

Fearing that Yuwen Rong might suddenly attack this battlefield, Chen Gong subconsciously held back some of his strength, just in case.

Pei Yan's reaction was similar; his attention was somewhat drawn to Yuwen Rong.

Their reactions happened in the blink of an eye.

But when strong opponents clash, even the slightest mistake can lead to a disastrous outcome.

In the span of half a breath.

A gap appeared in the three-man encirclement.

Qin An, who had already witnessed Yuwen Rong's formidable strength, remained completely unmoved.

Seeing that the three were distracted, the Snow-Treading Black Steed suddenly exerted its strength, its four hooves shattering the yellow earth as it leaped forward.

Qin An made no shouts of killing or any unnecessary movements; his halberd thrust straight out.

This attack has been brewing for far too long.

From the very first move when he was surrounded by three people, he had been waiting for this moment.

The momentum from arm to waist to horse was twisted into one, and the halberd tip sliced ​​through the air the moment it was thrust out, with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Pei Yan.

"It's better to break one finger than to injure ten. Let's pick the weakest one!" A ruthless glint flashed in Qin An's eyes.

To be honest, among the three, Pei Yan is actually the strongest.

But his mistake was that he played while injured, which presented him with a golden opportunity.

"Oh no, he's coming for me." Pei Yan's reaction was quick enough.

When he caught a glimpse of that cold glint in his peripheral vision, his body leaned back faster than his mind could process it, and he held his lance horizontally in front of his chest in an attempt to block it.

But the old wound on his chest, inflicted by Yuwen Rong, suddenly throbbed with pain at that moment.

"Hiss~" The sharp pain in his ribs made Pei Yan gasp, and his arms slowed down for a moment.

It was in that very moment.

The halberd grazed the horizontally mounted spear shaft, tearing through the armor plate on his left shoulder, tearing open the flesh and causing blood to gush out.

Pei Yan grunted, gritted his teeth, and turned his horse to try and create distance.

But Qin An did not give him the chance.

The moment the halberd tip retracted, it thrust out a second time, faster and more ruthlessly, aiming at the old wound on his chest.

"Stop!" Shan Tong's spear arrived first.

"Don't even think about succeeding!" Chen Gong also reacted and immediately came to Qin An's rescue, launching an attack straight at him.

Clearly, both of them were planning to use the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao".

At this crucial moment, Qin An's ruthlessness was fully unleashed: "Such a golden opportunity, how can I miss it? Let's see who dies first!"

With this in mind, Qin An completely ignored the attacks from Shan Tong and Chen Gong.

When the tip of Shan Tong's returning spear pierced Qin An's left forearm, it made a muffled sound.

Qin An could feel the cold iron cutting through flesh and scraping through bone.

Half of the strength in his left arm vanished instantly, and blood trickled down his sleeve.

Dan Tong paused slightly in his grip on the spear shaft.

In that instant, he saw the blood splattered on Qin An's left arm, and he also saw Qin An's eyes.

Those eyes didn't even look at him; they were fixed solely on Pei Yan.

"He... he's going to fight to the death!" This made Shan Tong's scalp tingle instantly. He never expected that Qin An, who was so young, would have such a ruthless side.

Chen Gong also realized this, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

"We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate!" With this thought flashing through his mind, Chen Gong's spear struck Qin An in the back below his shoulder blade.

The heavy blow caused Qin An to lean forward, a metallic taste rising in his throat and a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The carapace was dented from the spear, and the bones underneath felt like they were cracking.

But Qin An did not stop.

His left arm hung down and he couldn't lift it, but the force with which he gripped the halberd with his right hand was even tighter than before.

When the halberd thrust out for the third time, it carried a fierce and unreasonable force.

It pierced through the spear shaft that Pei Yan was holding across his chest.

Blood dripped down the marks on the spear shaft.

Pei Yan's tiger's mouth was cracked from the collision, and his arms could not support the lance. The lance shaft slid down in his hands inch by inch.

Qin An's halberd tip precisely found the crevice of that old wound.

The crack in the armor caused by Yuwen Rong's impact has widened with each subsequent collision.

At that moment, the halberd blade pierced through the crack.

Qin An could feel the gradual resistance as the halberd tip pierced through his flesh, cut through his ribs, and finally disappeared into his chest.

Pei Yan's pupils contracted sharply the moment the halberd tip pierced his flesh, and he froze on his horse like a stone statue that had suddenly shattered.

He glanced down at the halberd blade embedded in his chest, his lips parted slightly, "I... I'm not reconciled!"