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

Qin An displayed great bravery, and the others were not to be outdone, with the team behind them also rushing forward.

The long spear formation, like two sharp plowshares, tore two openings in the Baekje ranks.

The two sides clashed in close combat, their shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons intertwining to create a tragic war song.

Qin An took the lead, his iron spear flashing so fast it was impenetrable.

His strength and agility improved continuously in battle, and his movements became faster and more precise.

Sometimes, a single thrust of the spear can pierce the chests of two enemies simultaneously.

Sometimes he would dodge a slashing curved blade by sidestepping, and then kill the enemy with a backhand shot.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already charged deep into the enemy lines.

With fewer and fewer brothers around them, Wei Bo and Sun Qiang's teams were separated by miscellaneous soldiers and had to fight on their own.

"Captain, we're surrounded!" Wang Hu's voice was filled with anxiety. His arm had been slashed, and blood was streaming down his arm.

Qin An looked around and found himself surrounded by hundreds of Baekje soldiers.

Although these people were not strong in combat, they pressed forward layer by layer with their superior numbers, making it impossible for them to move.

"Form a circular formation!" Qin An shouted.

The twenty-odd surviving brothers immediately stood back to back in a circle, with their spears facing outwards, forming a small defensive perimeter.

Qin An rode on his horse, moving around the circle and constantly killing the miscellaneous soldiers who tried to get close.

"This can't go on!" Wang Hu gasped for breath. "The brothers can't hold on much longer!"

Qin An also knew that if they continued like this, they would eventually be worn down.

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, and he suddenly noticed a Baekje man in leather armor in the center of the enemy ranks, holding a small flag and directing the battle.

Although the spies around that man were also charging forward, they were clearly more organized than those in other areas.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king!" A fierce glint flashed in Qin An's eyes.

He rode up to Wang Hu and whispered, "I'm going to kill the one carrying the flag. You all must hold your ground!"

Wang Hu followed his gaze and his expression changed: "Captain, it's too dangerous! There are people all around!"

"There's no time!" Qin An patted his shoulder. "Live on, and wait for me to come back!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned his horse around and charged towards the Baekje man who was holding the flag.

He wielded his iron spear like a windmill, carving a bloody path through the crowd.

"Stop him!" shouted the Baekje man holding the flag.

The surrounding soldiers swarmed up and surrounded Qin An.

Qin An was not afraid at all. He spurred his warhorse and knocked several soldiers to the ground. He continued to weave through the crowd, and wherever his iron spear passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A soldier tried to ambush him from behind, but he stabbed him in the abdomen with a backhand shot.

A soldier stepped forward with a shield, but he knocked the shield away with a single spear thrust and then pierced the soldier's throat.

In a short while, he reached the flag bearer.

The man was clearly a capable Baekje officer. Seeing Qin An charging towards him, he was not afraid at all, but instead brandished his long sword and went to meet him.

"Clang!" Swords and spears clashed, sparks flying.

Qin An felt a numbness in his arm, never expecting that this Baekje officer was so strong.

He dared not be careless, put aside his contempt, and wielded his iron spear with impenetrable skill, engaging his opponent in battle.

The Baekje officer's swordsmanship was ruthless and cunning, clearly indicating that he had received formal training.

However, Qin An's marksmanship was more agile and varied, and coupled with his strength and agility far exceeding his opponent's, he gradually gained the upper hand.

After thirty rounds, the Baekje officer gradually became exhausted, and his swordsmanship began to show flaws.

Qin An seized the opportunity, flicked his iron spear, forcing the opponent to take half a step back, and then flipped his wrist, aiming the spear tip straight for the opponent's heart.

The Baekje officer was terrified and hurriedly raised his sword to parry. But Qin An's spear thrust was so powerful that his sword was knocked out of his hand.

"Die!" Qin An shouted, thrusting his iron spear forward and piercing the opponent's chest.

The Baekje officer stared wide-eyed at the spearhead in his chest in disbelief, and slowly fell to the ground.

With the officer carrying the flag dead, the surrounding Baekje soldiers were immediately leaderless, and their formation became even more chaotic.

"The Baekje commander is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!" Qin An picked up the small flag, raised it high, and shouted in broken Baekje.

He learned this from a captured Baekje soldier when he was in the logistics camp.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, many Baekje soldiers stopped what they were doing, their faces showing hesitation.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qin An led his brothers in a charge, and the demoralized rabble scattered in disarray.

"Captain is awesome!" Seeing this, Wang Hu and the others were greatly encouraged and followed Qin An to charge out.

Just then, Luo Kai's shout came from afar: "Qin An, the enemy on the left flank is routed! Return to your lines immediately!"

Qin An looked up and saw that Wei Bo and Sun Qiang's troops had broken through the enemy's left flank and were retreating back to their own lines.

Seeing the collapse of the left wing, the Baekje people on the right wing also began to waver.

"Retreat!" Qin An made a decisive decision and led his brothers to charge back to their main camp.

When the battle ended, the battlefield was in complete disarray, littered with corpses and bloodstains.

The surviving Baekje soldiers had already scattered, leaving only scattered cries of agony in the mountains and forests.

Qin An dismounted, feeling his legs go weak and his whole body aches.

He glanced at the system panel.

[Host: Qin An]

Age: 17

【Strength: 40】

[Agility: 35]

[Physical Fitness: 36]

[Endurance: 36]

【Spirit: 25】

Commander-in-Chief: 40

[Skills: Intermediate Archery, Intermediate Hunting, Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Horsemanship, Basic Marksmanship]

Overall combat strength: 35

After a fierce battle, his overall combat strength increased by a full ten points.

But looking at the exhausted faces of his brothers and the corpses on the ground, he felt no joy.

Luo Kai walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Well done! If you hadn't killed that commander, we would have had to fight for much longer. You've already earned the skill to slay a general!"

Qin An shook his head: "It's a pity that quite a few ragtag soldiers still managed to escape."

"Let them go if they've run away," Luo Kai sighed. "They were forced here anyway, so it's better that they've scattered. It saves them from needlessly dying."

He looked at the grain carts in the distance. "Take stock of the casualties, pack up, and we need to hurry on our way. We can't delay the delivery of the grain."

"Yes," Qin An replied.

The brothers began clearing the battlefield, burying the dead, and treating the wounded.

Qin An stood on the hillside, watching the rising sun paint the sky red, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

They won this battle.

But the price was the lives of many brothers.

He didn't know how long this would last, or whether he would be able to return to Baishantun alive.

But one thing is certain: as long as he has a breath left, he must keep fighting.

For himself, for Yang Yuyan, for Cai Yan and Cai Zhen, and for the brothers around him who trusted him.

"Captain, everything's packed, we can set off now." Wang Hu walked over, a tired smile on his face.

Qin An nodded, mounted his horse, and said, "Let's go!"

The convoy set off again, the grain carts leaving deep ruts on the loess soil.

Qin An, mounted on his horse, looked at the winding mountain road ahead and gripped his iron spear tightly.

The road ahead remained treacherous, but his eyes were filled with unwavering determination: "Not enough. My strength is far from sufficient; I must grow stronger as quickly as possible!"