In late April, military council meetings were held every other early morning at the Jin army's northern Luo River estuary camp.

Wanyan Salihe, the youngest *Wanhu* of the Western Route Army, had originally been ordered to scout downstream, preparing for the next military operation. However, he unexpectedly received a summons from Lou Shi early in the morning. Halfway there, he learned that the boastful Tu Heshu's attack had been unsuccessful the previous day and was ambushed and set on fire at night. Although the losses were not significant, they could not hold their ground and had to retreat.

Defeat was defeat; victory and defeat were common in military affairs. But when the generals saw Tu Heshu's appearance, many were somewhat discomposed... The reason was simple: Tu Heshu had been shot in the foot by an arrow, unable to wear shoes or even stand. He could only lie in the middle of the main tent, his feet high in the air. To make matters worse, his hair and beard had been burned off, making him look truly pathetic.

Others were more restrained, either out of composure or due to their status, and did not say anything. However, Wanyan Salihe, who had been raised by Aguda since childhood, was usually arrogant. As soon as he entered the tent, he could not help but mock in public:

"Tu Heshu, weren't you the number one infantry warrior the other day? How come you can't even walk a day later? If you can't walk, so be it, but why did you shave your head? Is this some new method for cooling off?"

Salihe laughed, and the other generals, many of whom were coarse and had been suppressing themselves, joined in the laughter.

As for Tu Heshu, lying in the tent with a penetrating wound in his foot and his hair burned off in the night attack by the Song army, he had been forcibly tied to a horse by his subordinates and brought back. He had not slept all night. Hearing this, he wanted to jump up and smash the other person's head, but he had no strength to react. He could only cover his shame and anger, trying to conceal it:

"Don't, don't mock me!"

"Alright."

At this moment, Wanyan Lou Shi spoke in a timely manner, casually interrupting the small farce. He then stared at Tu Heshu and asked seriously, "So, the attack was originally going smoothly, and the Song army had already begun to collapse. But just as you were about to break through the fort, by a stroke of bad luck, you were too greedy and went too far ahead, so you got shot by an arrow?"

"That's right." Tu Heshu, lying on the ground, was extremely embarrassed. "It's definitely not because I and my men are incompetent; it was just a coincidence..."

Hearing this, the other generals, who had been somewhat mocking, were mostly relieved – after all, generals often die on horseback, and pots often break at the well. This kind of accident on the battlefield was simply a matter of luck, and not really a fault in battle.

However, unlike the reactions of these people, Lou Shi, the commander-in-chief, who had been calm all along, frowned upon hearing this: "If that's the case, the Song army should still be as weak as before, only able to barely defend themselves by relying on the strength of their cities and fortresses?"

"That's exactly right." Tu Heshu quickly replied from the ground, raising his foot.

"Then why did the Song army dare to leave their cities and fortresses at night to launch a night attack in Huagou?" Lou Shi continued to question.

Tu Heshu was immediately speechless.

In fact, not only was Tu Heshu speechless, but most of the other generals also frowned. After asking, Lou Shi simply closed his mouth and sat in the tent, lost in thought.

After a long while, Vice Commander Wanyan Bali Su interrupted and broke the silence in the tent: "Perhaps there are many locals in the Song army. A night attack doesn't prove anything. And I just counted Tu Heshu's troops and asked clearly. The two small defeats only resulted in two or three hundred casualties, and four or five hundred missing. When the troops who were scattered into the mountains last night return, it's estimated that there will only be four or five hundred casualties, which doesn't count as a major defeat. It's just Tu Heshu's injury..."

Everyone looked at Tu Heshu's foot, also speechless.

In this weather, this kind of penetrating wound was either good or bad, but it was really difficult to deal with! The only thing that was certain was that this 'invincible infantry warrior' of the Western Army would probably not be able to go into battle for a short time.

"Rest in the camp and see how the injury goes," Lou Shi said helplessly, and could only give instructions. "If it heals quickly, continue to advance with the army. If there's really something wrong, don't delay and go directly to Luojiao City or Fu City to rest." At this point, Lou Shi's expression remained unchanged as he looked around. "Your troops, forty-seven *mouke*, I'll give you seven *mouke* for temporary use. The remaining forty will be divided into two, twenty will be under the command of the central army, and the remaining twenty... who will take Fangzhou City?"

Hearing Lou Shi's arrangement, Tu Heshu's face was unsightly, but he had nothing to say. After all, the Jin state only had hereditary *meng'an* and *mouke*, but no hereditary *wanhu*. *Wanhu* were essentially job assignments, mainly based on qualifications, background, and arrangements by superiors. Now that he could not go into battle, it was normal for his military power to be temporarily taken away. Anyway, if his injury healed, Lou Shi would never hold on to it.

However, although Tu Heshu was silent, the other generals were eager to try... because the troops they led on the expedition were directly related to military merit and looting income. Who wouldn't want these twenty *mouke*?

It was just that Lou Shi was highly respected, and after so many years of fighting, even in the Jin army, which had a tradition of military council meetings, no one dared to make a fuss in front of him.

Sure enough, although Lou Shi asked the question, he directly pointed to one person after looking around: "Salihe, are you willing to go?"

Salihe was immediately overjoyed: "If *Dutong* lets me go, I am naturally willing to go!"

"Tu Heshu's twenty *mouke* will also be given to you. Adding your own troops, how many days will it take to take the city?" Lou Shi did not relax at all.

Salihe also became serious: "How many days does *Dutong* want?"

"Of course, the sooner the better." Lou Shi took a long breath. "Can you take the city in three days?"

"Yes!" Salihe immediately responded.

At this time, he could not hesitate, not even for the sake of twenty *mouke*. Moreover, Salihe was confident... He did not believe that he would be shot through the sole of his foot by a Divine Arm Bow.

"Then go." Lou Shi did not say anything else, and directly stared at another general, continuing to instruct. "Ma Wu... you lead your troops south to scout the road, and establish camps along the northern Luo River. If possible, it would be best to take Baishui City, a hundred miles downstream!"

Yelü Ma Wu, who had not said a word, bowed directly and left the tent, even faster than Salihe. Seeing this, Wanyan Salihe did not say anything more, and directly took his leave to receive the troops.

In this way, a small setback did not shake the Jin army's fighting spirit. On the contrary, because the location of this city was truly like a thorn in their side for the Jin army, almost immediately a more powerful army was dispatched by Wanyan Lou Shi.

Wanyan Salihe was also good at summarizing lessons. Given a three-day deadline, he marched his army west along the Ju River. Relying on the considerable strength of his troops, he divided his more than sixty *mouke* into three... The rear army camped in the Huagou area, midway between the main camp and Fangzhou City, as a relay point; the front army rested in the shade before the battle, preparing to attack immediately; at the same time, another force simply set up a new camp only three or four miles away from Fangzhou City, which was even larger than the Huagou camp, to serve as an attack base.

This move was very, very correct, because the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi was so treacherous. Saying it was twenty *li*, ten *li*, or even three or five *li* away, you could see the people on the other side from afar, but in reality, if there was a ditch or a loess terrace in between, you often had to run your horse to death to reach it. At this time, setting up camps, relay points, and attack bases in advance would undoubtedly help the battle.

Like yesterday, the battle broke out in the latter half of the afternoon, when the heat had subsided slightly.

And after only a moment of fighting, Wanyan Salihe realized that Tu Heshu's defeat yesterday was not unjustified. He even admired Tu Heshu a bit... because he realized how treacherous the terrain of this battlefield was when he actually fought!

It was truly treacherous! The narrow, cramped roads were full of potholes, and the Jin army could only fight on foot, not to mention that their movement was extremely slow. Moreover, these potholes were not enough to block long-range arrows, so as the Song army's crossbow bolts were fired in volleys from the city and the mountains on both sides, the Jin army had to endure one-sided casualties from the moment they engaged.

However, according to past experience, as long as the Jin army withstood the casualties and reached the effective combat area, the Song army would collapse. Therefore, although Salihe was alarmed, he still supervised the advance and selected three *mouke* of heavily armored warriors, armed with short weapons and carrying bows, to advance forward in a scattered formation... This choice was essentially the same as Tu Heshu's choice yesterday, and it also had some merit.

Among them, heavy armor was a necessary protection; short weapons were to make them as light as possible and increase the speed of advance; the scattered formation was the best formation to deal with long-range strikes, and also the only two formation choices in this geographical state (the other was dense). This also showed Salihe's pride in the combat power of his own soldiers. He obviously felt that as long as someone attacked, the battle would be over. And carrying bows was naturally unnecessary to say; the Jin army's heavy arrows were the primary means of killing, whether in cavalry or infantry combat, and also the best choice to quickly enter the engagement state in this situation.

In the next quarter of an hour, the battle was uneventful... Like yesterday, it was nothing more than the Jin army being passively beaten while trying to break through with all their might. The only thing worth mentioning was that as the Jin army began to climb Xiaoqiao Mountain, Salihe suddenly understood why Tu Heshu had to go forward to supervise the battle.

There were two reasons:

First, the randomly erected stones on the mountain were very excessive. These stones were generally only knee-high, but they were hard and immovable, and the trees on the mountain had long been cut down. The Jin army had no cover at all during the climb, and instead had to be disoriented by these stones... In fact, this was probably where the Song army got the inspiration for digging those small, insignificant pits in the road.

Second, when they came to the foot of the mountain, it was truly a rain of arrows, and the arrows were as swift as the wind. Unlike the road before, at this position and distance, the Song army's long-range killing efficiency was too amazing. In a high-angle state, the Divine Arm Bow could completely penetrate the Jin army's armor except for *zha jia*, and if they climbed halfway up the mountain with a slope, even the *hulu kui* helmet and *zha jia* armor could not withstand the volley of Divine Arm Bows... This kind of visible casualty would make any commander's heart jump.

Of course, with the example of the previous day in front of him, although he watched his own soldiers on the mountain being bloodily pierced by those Divine Arm Bows and even trebuchets, Wanyan Salihe remained motionless four hundred steps away on the side of a small hill (to guard against the trebuchets), showing the demeanor of a great general.

He had to show the demeanor of a great general. Salihe had followed Aguda since childhood, followed Nianhan after he came of age, and then followed Lou Shi. This demeanor of a great general was simply a basic course for him.

Who didn't know that Wanyan Salihe had the demeanor of a famous general, known as the Cold-Faced Young Lord in the Western Route Army?

As a result, the first wave of the Jin army, a full three *mouke*, collapsed under the cold gaze of this Cold-Faced Young Lord.

Salihe's expression did not change. He turned to look at a *meng'an* beside him: "Gu Chipi, yesterday Tu Heshu's troops also had three *mouke* attacking the mountain, with the same equipment, the same formation, and the same route. The Song army also responded in the same way and with the same fortifications. But the result was that the Song army was shaken?"

This *meng'an*, named Gu Chipi, was a well-known veteran general in the Western Route Army. Hearing this, he replied meticulously: "To tell you the truth, Young Lord, I personally saw it with *Wanhu* yesterday. Before *Wanhu* was injured, the Song people had indeed begun to waver. The Divine Arm Bowmen on the front line directly abandoned their weapons and fled into the fort, and the soldiers in front were also somewhat crumbling, but they only withdrew after *Wanhu* was injured..."

Salihe nodded, still sitting still, but raised his hand again and took off the sword he was wearing around his waist and gave it to the other person: "This sword was given to me by my great-grandfather Aguda, Gu Chipi. You take this sword and kill these three leading *mouke* (centurions), and let their respective *Puli Yan* (fifty-man commanders, vice *mouke*) take over the command."

Gu Chipi took the order and left, but after meeting the routed soldiers and communicating briefly, he did not kill a single person and returned directly with Aguda's sword, and reported in public: "Young Lord, the three *mouke* and the three *Puli Yan* were all shot dead on the mountain..."

Salihe was slightly stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or worried... He was happy that this collapse was due to the officers being shot dead, which had an element of luck and was not because his troops were weaker than Tu Heshu's troops. He was worried that the Song army's Divine Arm Bows and trebuchets were truly terrifying in this terrain, which made him feel uneasy.

But in any case, Salihe reluctantly stood up, carefully inspected the terrain that he had been inspecting all afternoon, and then came to the same frustrating conclusion as before – to break through this city, he had to honestly take this mountain fort down.

And if he really had to bypass it, why would Lou Shi let him take it in three days?

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the troops were gradually becoming exhausted. The battle could not be delayed. They had to quickly go south to the Wei River Plain, and time was extremely valuable.

Therefore, helplessly, knowing this well, Salihe gave the order again, to reorganize the second wave of attack, and sent extra officers to participate in it in advance.

But not surprisingly, this attack still ended in failure.

Moreover, the Jin soldiers who fled back this time clearly told Gu Chipi, who had come to carry out military law, that they had touched the Song army's front line less than a few dozen steps away, and had definitely successfully injured the Song crossbowmen on the front line. But although the Song crossbowmen were flustered, no one actually retreated!

Obviously, the Song army's morale and discipline had indeed been strengthened after several victories yesterday and today, and they could no longer add fuel to the fire for the Song army in this conventional way.

Therefore, although the summer evening was very long and the weather was gradually cooling down, Salihe, after hearing the reply and remaining silent for a moment, still chose to retreat.

Then, at the third watch of the night, he launched a night attack.

But it still failed.

The Song army was well prepared, and there were torches and fire pits everywhere on the city wall and mountain roads, combined with the summer Milky Way and starry sky, illuminating the open space in front of the mountain as if it were daytime... In this situation, the surprise attack was discovered early.

Moreover, although the Song army's long-range strike efficiency was reduced by more than one level at night, the Jin army was not gods. Compared to the daytime, their organizational ability was also significantly reduced at night, so they still could not climb the mountain slope.

Even after the Jin army retreated this time and returned to the small fort three *li* away, they found that many people had suffered close-quarters combat injuries... Obviously, in order to ensure the safety of the camp, after the long-range suppression took effect, in order to ensure the safety of the position, the Song army actually chose to counterattack proactively, chasing into the dark night and engaging in melee combat with the lagging Jin army.

It was just that the Jin army had mostly withdrawn at that time, and coupled with the cover of night, it did not seem too intense.

At dawn the next day, Salihe, who had not slept all night, withdrew the front-line troops, whose morale had dropped to nothing, and let the troops from the Huagou camp come forward to replace them, and prepared to continue the attack according to the strategy.

But when this Cold-Faced Young Lord came to the small hill that could be used for cover again, he immediately lost his composure and was furious, no longer having the demeanor of yesterday... It turned out that after the Song army won again last night, knowing that this place was the most likely place for Jin army officers to be on the battlefield, they had transported dozens of buckets of feces and filth from the latrine behind the mountain fort overnight, so that the entire side and rear of the hill were unbearably foul-smelling.

After being furious, Salihe ordered the newly arrived troops to slowly advance with shields, launching an attack, while also having the soldiers cut trees and dig earth, laying out trenches and piling up fences on the road in front of the mountain, apparently preparing to force their way to the foot of the mountain with earthwork all the way... Of course, it was also to make it easier for him to leave this small hill and command closer to the front.

That's not all. Salihe sent messengers back to the Luo River camp to seek skilled Han soldiers as reinforcements, preparing to counter-shoot.

In addition, this Jin army *Wanhu* did not forget to send small groups of troops, trying to cross the northern mountains, trying to launch a surprise attack behind this mountain fort.

In short, after suffering repeated defeats and being humiliated, Salihe, in a fit of anger, was going to use all means and launch an unprecedented offensive at all costs, trying to take this mountain, this fort, and this city.

Of course, an unprecedented offensive also meant unprecedented casualties. The Song army had won consecutive victories and inflicted a lot of casualties, and their morale was no longer what it was at the beginning. Facing the Jin army's all-out actions, there was no wavering on the mountain or in the city, and they all began to fight the Jin army at all costs.

The mountain fort continued to concentrate its firepower from a high position to kill the Jin soldiers attacking the mountain. Although the shields effectively blocked some of the arrows, when they reached the foot of the mountain, facing the Divine Arm Bow, the Song army's most effective killing weapon, they still seemed inadequate... Wooden shields could not block the Divine Arm Bow at all, and although a few Jin soldiers with metal shields rushed to a very close distance, facing the Song army's decisive counterattack, which was no longer in its previous state, a few people were simply doomed.

After one charge, hundreds of shields were captured by the Song army.

And the trebuchets on the city, especially those that were fixed in place, had long given up on killing Jin soldiers and instead concentrated on attacking the earthworks and wooden boards that the Jin army had erected across the river, trying to prevent the Jin army from building something like a tunnel along this road... The trebuchets had a range of five or six hundred steps, farther than the *pao che*, and often with one hit, they would directly smash the hastily erected construction blocks of the Jin army, and cause the Jin soldiers and auxiliary soldiers near the construction to suffer splash damage.

The small groups of Jin troops that tried to bypass the mountain were even more delusional. How could Wu Jie not take precautions? They worked hard to cross the mountains and walked halfway around the mountain fort, but desperately found that the other two sides had no gentle slopes, but all had sentry posts, and the trees around the camp had been cut down early... After hesitating for a long time, these Jin troops did not dare to show their heads.

At noon, as the Jin army suffered setbacks on all three fronts, or perhaps Salihe, who was furious, gradually adapted to the stench, the Jin army finally changed its strategy. The main force of the Jin army also withdrew to a safe distance and rested on the spot, while some of the Jin army, under the supervision of Gu Chipi, no longer forcibly erected fences, but simply chose to pile up earth along the river to defend against attacks from Fangzhou City on the opposite bank of the river.

At the same time, Salihe's request for help finally arrived at the Luo River camp, and the reinforcements were immediately approved and set off immediately.

The only thing worth mentioning was that after dealing with the reinforcements, Vice Commander Wanyan Bali Su took the initiative to meet Lou Shi and raised a question.

"I did it on purpose."

Just as the Jin army on the front line was completely frustrated, Jin army commander Wanyan Lou Shi smiled calmly. "I know that Salihe has rarely encountered setbacks, is arrogant in nature, and is easily angered, just as I also know that Tu Heshu has a violent temper and likes to personally charge in front... I want to use Tu Heshu's violence and Salihe's arrogance... Think about it, if I had let you or Yelü Ma Wu go from the beginning, I'm afraid the two of you would have sought stability when you saw those casualties."

Bali Su suddenly understood, but could not help but sneer: "But what if Fangzhou City really can't be taken down in a few days? Wouldn't so many soldiers' lives be wasted?"

"If it really can't be taken down for a while, then we can only divide our troops here to lock the city, and then go south directly, regardless of the danger of our rear being suspended." Lou Shi gave the answer without hesitation. "However, if we can take it down, we still have to take it down. Under the overall situation, the lives of soldiers, and even your and my lives, are not worth mentioning. If they are wasted, then they are wasted. Moreover, it's not considered a waste to fail to accomplish something useful."

Bali Su's face changed greatly, but in the end he was speechless.

After noon, the scorching sun was like fire, and the weather became more and more unbearably hot.

Because of the constant fighting in the previous two days, the narrow ground on the opposite bank of the Ju River north of Fangzhou City already had a hint of fishy stench, and countless bloodthirsty insects and flies were hovering restlessly.

On three sides of the battlefield, both sides were resting.

The difference was that because there were no withdrawal orders, the Jin army, after transporting the wounded to the small fort in the rear, was still waiting for orders here. Many soldiers, exhausted, simply hid in the roadside ditches and valleys, resting casually. But this kind of hiding was very ineffective. First, there was so little shade, and second, many soldiers were wearing armor. The Jin army's military discipline was extremely strict, and no one dared to easily remove their armor. They didn't even know whether to take off their helmets or not... If they took them off, the sun would be uncomfortable, and if they didn't take them off, they would be stifled with sweat. They had to repeatedly take them off and put them on.

In stark contrast, the Song army was sitting safely in the city and the fort, and didn't even need to drink too much water... and a considerable number of them uniformly removed their armor, dressed lightly, and were dozing off in the tents and under the shade of the city.

Of course, there was still some movement on the battlefield. On the eastern side of the battlefield, under the urging of Salihe, who had been furious before, and under the supervision of *Meng'an* Gu Chipi, a small number of Han auxiliary soldiers did not stop the process of piling up earth and erecting defenses, and the Song army's trebuchets would occasionally launch cold arrows at them... But overall, both sides seemed to be exhausted, and were waiting for the heat of the evening to dissipate.

As the sun moved further west, the battlefield became more and more silent. In the mountain fort, the atmosphere was a little bit wrong... In front of the fort, many crossbowmen were wearing armor, with bows and crossbows placed in front of them, and were just chatting and laughing there. Some soldiers were clearing corpses and stripping off spoils on the mountain. The movement in this area was still very large. Then, starting from near Wu Jie's central army tent in the front of the fort and further back, in a considerable area, it was quiet to an excessive degree. Although there were many lightly dressed soldiers resting in tents or under wooden sheds, almost no one was talking. They would only say a few words in a low voice when they went to the fixed water point to drink water, and then they would be as dumb as a mute when they went back to sit down.

Wu Jie, who was sitting in the central army tent to avoid the heat, was also in a ghostly state, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

However, unlike the other soldiers, Wu Jie had been doing an unbelievable thing since noon – he had placed a Jin army *hulu kui* helmet in the open space in front of the central army tent, letting the sun beat down on it... This was stripped from a Jin soldier's corpse last night, and there was a hole in it... Then, every quarter of an hour, Wu *Jinglue* would personally go out and touch the Jin army helmet with the inexplicable red and white stains with his hand.

And this time, he didn't know how many times it was, as Wu Jie reached out to touch the helmet and then instinctively withdrew his hand, this *Jinglue Shi* was greatly invigorated, and then directly waved to the leader of the personal guards beside him in excitement.

The leader of the personal guards, seeing this, was able to speak, and immediately ordered people to take out two purple flags, one to be tidied up and personally held, and the other to be hung high in the southwest corner of the camp facing the drawbridge.

Seeing the flags raised, there was a commotion in the fort and in the city. Although they were still suppressing their voices, the movement could no longer be concealed, especially the city gate tower of Fangzhou City also immediately raised a red flag in response.

Not far from the two flags, *Meng'an* Gu Chipi, who had given up patrolling, had already hidden behind an earthwork to avoid the heat and rest. At this time, witnessing this scene, he instinctively stood up against the rolling heat wave. He looked at the two flags again, and then turned his head to look at the Jin troops behind him, who were weak and scattered all the way to the small camp not far away, and finally woke up in an instant. Then this person immediately mounted his horse and went towards Salihe.

On the city wall on the opposite bank, a trebuchet that had been cocked long ago immediately aimed and fired, but it just flew past the top of Gu Chipi's head – this was not because Gu Chipi had eyes on the back of his head, but because his horse, because of the weather, had suddenly started and after only a few steps, had directly foamed at the mouth and knelt on the ground, and then threw Gu Chipi down.

But with this commotion, Gu Chipi's warning had already taken effect.

In the rolling heat wave, Salihe, who was covering his nose and avoiding the heat behind the hill in the distance, immediately became suspicious when he saw this scene, and then immediately, following the reminder of Gu Chipi, who had climbed up in a panic and still did not forget to point the Aguda sword, he found the two flags and noticed the already difficult-to-hide movement in the city and the fort, and also woke up in an instant.

Wanyan Salihe immediately ordered the whole army to assemble.

However, the order was issued, but the troops assembled extremely slowly... Salihe scolded left and right, but still could not make the troops move faster... There was no way, these Jurchen, Khitan, and Bohai people were really unable to endure this heat. For the Jin army, at this moment, the power of the sun was probably more terrifying than the crossbow bolts before.

After all, crossbow bolts were only useful when they hit people within an effective range. They were said to be swift and fierce in killing, but they only really killed hundreds of people, but at this time, the sun was indiscriminately shining on the entire Jin army position, and all two or three thousand Jin troops here were in a daze.

The majesty of heaven was like this, and human power was hard to resist.

Under the heat, in the Qiaoshan military fort, a purple flag rushed forward from top to bottom; at the same time, the drawbridge of Fangzhou City suddenly lowered, and then a red flag came out first. The two flags met in front of the drawbridge. It turned out that *Jinglue Shi* Wu Jie and Wang Xi, who had just been promoted to Commander only a day ago, were personally holding shields and carrying knives in front, and behind them, countless Song soldiers poured out in two ways...

Placed yesterday, this scene would have made Salihe overjoyed, but at the moment, this Cold-Faced Young Lord, who had climbed up the hill at risk and hurried down, was terrified to the extreme.

The two Song army flags crossed a narrow battlefield in a mess, forcing the small group of Han soldiers who were piling up earth here to flee in a panic, but surprisingly there was no loud cry of killing. On the eastern side of the battlefield, many Jin troops, although they had noticed some chaos and had received orders, still did not know what was going on due to the limited vision and heat, and were still slow and chaotic.

But, only a moment later, as the Song army drove the scattered Jin troops across that narrow battlefield, Wu Jie, who was personally holding a shield and carrying a knife in front, spit out a piece of iron money from his mouth with all his might, and then raised his knife and shouted loudly.

Then, almost eighty elite Song soldiers behind him spit out the iron money in their mouths in unison, followed by a loud shout!

With a burst of loud shouts, the small group of Jin troops, who had just barely gathered seventy or eighty people in front of the Song army formation, immediately paused, but soon, as a Jin army Silver Plaque *Meng'an* leading the way, holding an old knife, bravely rushed towards the Song army formation, this small group of troops still gritted their teeth and bravely met them.

However, as Wu Jie's speed did not decrease, he just smashed the captured shield in his hand hard at the Jin army officer who was facing the battle, he directly knocked the Silver Plaque *Meng'an*, who was originally in a chaotic pace, to the ground, and then finished him with one knife.

And when Wu Da picked up the other's saber, his footsteps did not stop, and he continued to charge forward. Under the hot sun, this Jin army who were trying to block the road immediately collapsed.

At the same time, as more and more Song troops poured out of that death road behind him, more and more iron coins were spat out, and the shouts of killing became louder and louder, and then actually formed an echo between Qiaoshan and Fangzhou City, and the echo continued.

Salihe, who had been standing still since Gu Chipi was killed in battle, did not hesitate at this time, but directly mounted his horse and fled.

And it was unclear whether it happened simultaneously or in a sequential order, the Jin army, who had been worn down to the extreme by casualties and the heat, collapsed almost simultaneously before the Song army even killed them, and abandoned their weapons and fled... This shape was no different from the performance of those Song troops in front of the mountain fort two days ago.

In the end, everyone was just human.