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

Even Qin An felt this way, let alone Yang Yuyan, who was filled with anxiety.

She completely ignored the two women separated by the curtain and began to unbutton his clothes, her eyes glazed over.

"My husband is naturally the most amazing!" Yang Yuyan said, then lay down and stuffed a pillow under herself.

The two were already very familiar with each other, and Qin An didn't say much, continuing to work hard for the child as always.

Cai Yan and Cai Zhen, separated by a curtain, certainly knew what their parents were doing, but they were used to it.

They didn't seem to care at all; Cai Yan even sighed, "I wonder when Mother will get her wish?"

Being sensible, she could clearly sense her mother's anxiety and hoped that her wish would come true soon.

Cai Zhen pouted and said, "Why are you in such a hurry, Mother? Father is still young. We'll be there for him in the future. We definitely won't let him die without an heir."

Upon hearing this, Cai Yan blushed but did not refute it.

After Cai Zhen spoke, the two people behind the curtain paused for a moment.

Yang Yuyan even took the time to scold them, saying, "Girls shouldn't have any shame. It's still a long way from when you've all grown up."

It looks like a reprimand, but the tone is not harsh.

She was indeed very anxious and felt extremely guilty.

In Yang Yuyan's view, if a woman cannot have children, it is always the woman's problem.

She always attributed this to her age and the fact that she had already given birth.

"If I really can't have children anymore..." With this thought flashing through her mind, Yang Yuyan's eyes flickered, but she ultimately said nothing more.

As I just said, it's still early, and there's no point in saying more now.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, fifty militiamen stood in neat rows on the open ground at the entrance of Baishantun Village.

Although their faces were still a little bruised, their spirits were much better than yesterday, and at least no one dared to slack off anymore.

Qin An nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that yesterday's lesson still had an effect.

"Starting today, we will begin basic training." Qin An stood at the front of the line, his voice booming, "On my command, legs together, back straight, eyes forward, and do not move!"

He personally demonstrated the movements, then patrolled back and forth. Anyone who slacked off even slightly would be lashed out with a whip.

He specifically found a rattan cane; it hurts when you hit someone, but it won't damage their bones or muscles.

"Snap!" The rattan cane lashed out at a man who couldn't help but sway.

The man shuddered in pain, quickly straightened up, and dared not move again.

Standing at attention all morning left these men, who were used to being lazy, complaining bitterly. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their legs felt numb as if they didn't belong to them.

But under Qin An's stern gaze and the threat of the cane, no one dared to utter a sound.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, they dared not be the slightest bit cheeky when facing Qin An again.

In the afternoon, Qin An taught them marching in formation.

"Forward march!"

"To the left!"

Turn right!

These simple commands were extremely difficult for them.

The footsteps were chaotic and the direction was confused, making the scene quite comical at one point.

"Let's start over!" Qin An frowned. "Step in unison! Look left and right!"

If it doesn't work the first time, try it again.

If anyone makes a mistake, the whole thing starts over.

Qin An had no intention of saying much to them; he simply demanded that they react instinctively to his commands.

After repeated rigorous training, they were only able to march in unison by sunset.

In the days that followed, the training became even more rigorous.

Running, carrying heavy loads, slashing, assassinating...

Qin An taught them all the skills he had learned from his modern memories and from hunting. Like a tireless lion, he was almost demanding of the militiamen.

If anyone's movements are not precise, the cane will fall mercilessly.

Anyone who tries to slack off will be punished by running ten miles of mountain road.

Anyone who dares to talk back will be dragged out and beaten until they submit.

The militiamen both feared and hated Qin An, secretly calling him "the living Yama."

However, Qin An did not simply resort to beatings and scoldings.

Every few days, he would go into the mountains to hunt large game such as wild boar and deer, and bring them back to the village for the militiamen to have an extra meal together.

The large bowls of meat and steaming soup made these men eat with gusto, their mouths greasy and their fatigue dissipating considerably.

Sometimes, Qin An would even personally lead them into the mountains to hunt wild beasts head-on without restraint, helping them improve their lives.

Over time, the militiamen's resentment gradually subsided.

They discovered that this "living Yama" was ruthless, but also fair in rewarding and punishing.

The training was tough, but at least we got to eat our fill of meat.

Moreover, he seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and he could walk more steadily than before.

Gradually, no one complained anymore, and the training became more and more serious.

Qin An watched as the ranks changed day by day.

Their posture became more and more upright, their steps more and more synchronized, and their eyes, which had initially been unfocused, became sharper.

Although they are still far from being real soldiers, they at least resemble a team and are able to obey orders.

As the days passed, the cold winter quietly faded away amidst the shouts of training, and the breath of early spring gradually spread.

Qin An's heart grew heavier and heavier.

He knew that after the spring, the long-brewing war was about to begin.

The third eastern expedition of the Daxing Dynasty is almost a foregone conclusion.

He was not optimistic about the war.

The previous two eastern expeditions had already depleted the country's strength. Now, the court is corrupt and corrupt, officials are extorting and levying taxes, and the people are losing their support. How much fighting power can such an army have?

But he couldn't change any of this, so he could only seize the time to improve his own strength and that of the militia.

He increased the intensity of the training and even began to teach them some simple formations and explain battlefield survival skills.

"Remember, on the battlefield, your lives don't belong to yourselves, they belong to each other," Qin An said solemnly, standing at the front of the ranks. "Only by uniting as one and covering each other can we survive!"

The militiamen nodded silently.

After spending this time together, they had developed a complex trust in Qin An.

After his repeated emphasis, everyone realized that they might really be going to the battlefield.

The brutality of the battlefield needs no further emphasis from Qin An.

They had witnessed firsthand how many able-bodied men their village had lost in the last two wars.

Knowing they were going to the battlefield, they all felt a sense of urgency.

He no longer felt any aversion to Qin An from the bottom of his heart.

Although in their eyes, Qin An is still a "living Yama".

But that doesn't stop them from knowing in their hearts that if they really went to the battlefield, following such a "living devil" would give them a greater chance of survival.

Qin An naturally noticed the changes in everyone.

Seeing that the militia had changed considerably compared to before, he was pleased.

"These fifty men are my strength. No matter what the future holds, I will lead them to fight our way out of this chaotic world!"

In the setting sun, his shadow stretched long, his eyes resolute, filled with determination and vigilance for the future.

Under this kind of day-to-day training, a piece of news that shocked the entire border and even Daxing eventually came over!