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

Three days later, a small group of men gathered sparsely in the open space at the entrance of Baishantun Village.

These are militiamen drawn from Baishantun and several nearby villages, totaling fifty people.

When Qin An arrived, the scene before him made him frown.

Some people squatted on the ground yawning, some chatted and laughed in groups of three or five, and some hunched their necks and looked unwilling, as if they had suffered a great injustice.

Most of them wore patched coarse cloth clothes, and they didn't even have a decent wooden stick, let alone a weapon. Their eyes were unfocused, and they had no discipline whatsoever.

The expectation on Qin An's face gradually cooled.

He had originally hoped to pick out some promising talents from among them. But the group in front of him was nothing short of a rabble.

"Stand up, all of you!" Qin An shouted as he walked to the center of the open space.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a menacing aura. Everyone was startled and looked up.

But that was all. Only a handful of people reluctantly stood up, while most remained motionless, and some even showed mocking expressions.

"Where did this brat come from, shouting like that?" A burly man with a fierce face spat out, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

He was Zhang the butcher from the neighboring village, who was used to being domineering and didn't take this young "coach" seriously at all.

"Exactly, being drafted is bad enough, do they really think they're some kind of general?" someone chimed in.

"I think it's just a formality. In the dead of winter, it'll only last a few days before it all falls apart."

"You must be Qin An, right? I know you! If you ask me, you'd be better off saving your energy for dealing with your old woman back home. After all, old women aren't easy to please!"

"Hehe, Yang Yuyan used to be radiant every day, but he's probably a spineless coward by now, hahaha..."

The discussions rose and fell, filled with disdain and perfunctory remarks.

In the end, some people even resorted to personal attacks, making fun of Qin An and Yang Yuyan, the couple with an older wife and a younger husband.

His words clearly showed that he didn't take Qin An seriously.

Qin An looked at them quietly, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart vanished.

Reasoning with these people won't work. If you want to get rid of them, you have to teach them what fear is first.

We must subdue them.

He took a step forward, his gaze sharp as a knife, slowly sweeping across the entire room: "A bunch of useless trash, who gives you the right to speak?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared at him, their eyes filled with astonishment and anger.

"What did you say?" Butcher Zhang jumped to his feet, rolling up his sleeves. "Kid, you're asking for it!"

"I'm telling you, you're all useless," Qin An said, emphasizing each word. "You can't even stand up straight; you'd just be free kills on the battlefield."

"Damn it!" A young man couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed a piece of firewood and rushed over. "I'll beat you to death, you arrogant bastard!"

Qin An dodged the swinging stick, flipped his wrist to grab the other man's arm, and twisted it gently.

The man screamed in agony as the firewood stick slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He was twisted like a pretzel, his face turning white with pain.

Qin An gave him a casual shove, and he staggered and fell to the ground, grimacing.

This completely ignited the powder keg.

"Dare to make a move? Brothers, let's attack together!" Zhang the butcher roared and was the first to rush forward.

The others were also enraged, either out of righteous indignation or to join in the fun, and they all gathered around, throwing punches and kicks at Qin An in a chaotic manner.

Fifty people surrounded and attacked one person, creating a chaotic scene.

Because of Qin An's current status as an instructor, Yang Yuyan and her daughter rarely came out, but joined the villagers to watch the excitement.

Upon seeing this scene, Yang Yuyan's face turned pale with fright.

"Husband!" she exclaimed, trying to step forward, but Cai Zhen pulled her back.

"Mother, Father is very capable." Although Cai Zhen was also worried, she had witnessed Qin An's strength and believed that her father could handle it.

In the open space, Qin An faced the surging crowd with a calm and unwavering gaze, and even a slight sneer appeared on his lips.

Looking at the crowd rushing towards him, Qin An felt no fear whatsoever.

On the contrary, this is the effect he wanted to see.

Reasoning with such a group of "troublemakers" is useless.

Only by using overwhelming force to completely subdue and frighten them can we make them obedient.

Although Qin An's current combat strength has not yet reached fifty.

But dealing with a group of ordinary villagers is no problem at all.

These people's attacks were completely haphazard and showed no sense of coordination whatsoever.

In this way, each encounter will only involve facing a few people at the same time, so there is no need to be afraid.

Therefore, Qin An remained calm and composed in the face of the attacks, dealing with the situation with ease using only his fists.

A man punched him in the face, but Qin An dodged to the side and simultaneously punched the man in the stomach. The man groaned and curled up on the ground.

Two more people grabbed his arms from both sides, trying to push him down.

Qin An exerted his strength suddenly, and with a twist of his arms, the two men screamed as they were thrown away, crashing into the people behind them, causing a group of them to fall down.

Zhang the butcher swung his fist and slammed it hard into Qin An's back.

Qin An seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned to the side, grabbed the man's wrist, and slammed his bulky body to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

With a muffled thud, Butcher Zhang fell and was completely disoriented, unable to get up for a long time.

Qin An's movements were swift and ruthless. Every punch and kick landed precisely on the opponent's sore spots, yet he held back, ensuring that the blows were not serious enough to break bones, but enough to inflict pain that rendered the opponent unable to fight.

He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, effortlessly maneuvering against them no matter how they attacked him.

Screams and groans rose and fell.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all fifty men who had been beating Qin An were lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs and arms, wincing in pain, and no one dared to move.

Qin An stood on a messy open ground, not a speck of dust on him, his breathing steady, his cold gaze sweeping over the people on the ground.

"Who else disagrees?"

No one answered.

Everyone looked at him with horrified eyes; his arrogance and disdain from before had vanished, leaving only deep fear.

They then realized that this young man was someone they could not afford to mess with.

"From today onwards!" Qin An's voice echoed across the open space, carrying an authority beyond his years. "I am your instructor. My words are orders. If I tell you to go east, you are not allowed to go west; if I tell you to stand, you are not allowed to sit. Anyone who dares to disobey will face consequences far more severe than they initially thought!"

He paused, then shouted, "Get up, all of you, go home and recover! Assemble here first thing tomorrow morning. Anyone late will be court-martialed!"

The men on the ground helped each other up, scrambled to their feet, lowered their heads, and slunk away, not daring to look at Qin An again.

Zhang the butcher was being carried away by his two companions. As he left, he glanced back at Qin An with a complex expression, a mixture of fear and resentment, but ultimately dared not say anything.

The others around were already dumbfounded.

Although they knew beforehand that Qin An had killed more than ten spies and was very powerful, they did not have a direct sense of it.

Now, seeing that Qin An had single-handedly taken on fifty people and knocked them all down, they were almost scared out of their wits.

Only then did they realize that this young man, who usually kept a low profile, was actually so terrifying.

Faced with such a presence, they dared not look directly at her, and many people's gazes subconsciously fell on Yang Yuyan and her two daughters.

Especially the women, their eyes were full of envy when they looked at Yang Yuyan!

"This woman is lucky; the man in her family is so powerful!"

"I never expected Xiao Qin to be so powerful, and so young, with such strong firepower. Yang Yuyan is probably going to enjoy endless blessings."

"Is that even a guess? Didn't you all notice that her breasts are a whole size bigger than when she first arrived? She must get a lot of stimulation every day!"

"I'm so envious. With Qin's strength and physique, he could probably pick her up...tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

"..."

These women in the village don't know what it means to be embarrassed.

Once he starts talking, he's incredibly outspoken.

Although they had tried to lower their voices, the women's loud voices still allowed Yang Yuyan to hear their words clearly.

Hearing these offensive words, Yang Yuyan's face flushed slightly.

Fortunately, after living here for so long, I've developed some immunity.

Ignoring the strange looks from the group of older women, she quickly stepped forward and looked Qin An up and down: "Husband, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Qin An smiled and took her hand. "These few people can't hurt me."

Cai Zhen ran to Qin An's side, looked up at him with admiration in her eyes, and said, "Father, you're so amazing! When I grow up, will I be as amazing as you?"

Qin An rubbed her head, and the anger in his heart dissipated considerably.

"Alright, let's go home." Yang Yuyan held Qin An's hand, her eyes filled with a smile.

She already knew that Qin An would be training them here for the next period of time.

I'll be spending more time at home.

In this way, she will have a greater chance of conceiving.

The thought that another three months had passed and her belly still hadn't shown any signs of pregnancy made her even more anxious.

……

That evening, the Yang family's house was exceptionally warm and cozy.

Yang Yuyan made Qin An's favorite braised pork and also warmed a pot of wine.

After dinner, Cai Yan and Cai Zhen were reading on the kang (a heated brick bed) when Yang Yuyan eagerly pulled Qin An over.

"Husband, you looked so impressive today." Yang Yuyan leaned against Qin An's chest, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness. "All those women are envious of me for having such a powerful husband!"

Recalling the women's words, Yang Yuyan's heart was immediately stirred.

If she weren't so thick-skinned, she would have responded to those old women on the spot, saying that Qin An could actually pick her up.

Seeing Yang Yuyan's reaction, how could Qin An not know what she was thinking?

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He could clearly sense Yang Yuyan's anxiety, but he was helpless to do anything about it.

He has been working incredibly hard during this period.

Whenever he was at home, and when Yang Yuyan was not in a convenient situation, he would devote all his energy to her.

Even after doing all that, Yang Yuyan still failed to achieve her goal, which made Qin An wonder if it was his fault.

Even so, the couple never considered giving up.

Qin An glanced at Cai Yan and Cai Zhen, who were still reading, but didn't pay them any attention. He simply pulled the curtain over the kang (a heated brick bed) closed.

"Then I'll show you what true power your husband can bring!"

In order to fulfill Yang Yuyan's wish, Qin An no longer had so many scruples!