"That's right." The Khitan Mouke, who was called Taishi Nu, nodded. "This is the most likely possibility, but there is another possibility... Wan Hu, could there really be elite soldiers from the Song army here? The Song army should have thought of sending an army to guard this place, right?"

"Impossible..." It was not Salihe who interrupted him, but another Jurchen Meng'an who had just returned from the front line. "I just saw it clearly with my own eyes. The strength of this camp is all in the trenches and fences on the road. From a distance, although the fog and the dense fences made it difficult to see the inside, I could still see that there were not even tents in the back, which shows that this camp was hastily built... If there were really a main force hiding in the back, it would be just a few thousand civilians, so why would it be like this?"

"The scouts who advanced ten miles this morning also said the same thing." Another Jurchen officer spoke up, verifying this statement. "They said that the Song army was small in number, their equipment was messy, and their camps were empty. Only the fences and trenches on the road were long enough to completely block our route of advance..."

Salihe nodded slightly.

"What I mean is that there are some main forces of the Song army, but they are not many, so they let the rebels in the mountains come to die first... This is enough to make us underestimate the enemy and lure us into the depths." The master's slave finally lost his patience and simply expressed his concerns in one breath. "Then they will suddenly go out to fight and cause casualties..."

"So you want to send me mutton soup and pancakes in the name of Han Shizhong?" Sali interrupted him, thinking. "By then, we will be caught off guard and suffer casualties. We will think that Han Shizhong has really come here? Who knows, he will be discouraged and retreat?"

The other Meng'ans and Moukes also thought about it for a while, and many of them nodded.

The Khitan Mouke called Taishi Nu wanted to say something, but unexpectedly his superior, the Khitan Meng'an called Yelu Yizhen, took advantage of the situation and said with a smile:

"Tai Shi Nu is just speculating. In my opinion, Wan Hu is right. It is the empty city plan in the Han storytelling... Just think about it. We were under the cover of the commander-in-chief (Balisu) and attacked from the rear. Gu Jishan's rebels may be able to detect it, but how can the main force of the Song army know?"

"Yelü Yizhen is right." Salihe also laughed. "And even if it is so, it is useless... If he said Wang Sheng, Xu Shi'an or Wu Jie on the other side, I would still believe him a little, but he shouldn't bring up Han Shizhong to scare us... First, we know where Han Shizhong is better than he, Gu Jishan, who is a rebellious army; second, Han Shizhong is a famous general, a marshal, and the so-called number one in the Song army. How can he come to stop us in person? I guess he is just an ignorant rebellious leader, a country tyrant, who knows nothing and has only heard of Han Shizhong, so he took the opportunity to talk nonsense."

Yelu Yizhen quickly laughed again, and the others followed suit.

Tai Shi Nu was helpless, knowing that this temporary army was half Jurchen and half Khitan, which was very embarrassing, and Yelu Yizhen was protecting him... but he could only laugh dryly.

But before the laughter died down, a collective shout was heard from the front line, followed by dense shrieks, and then screams, hisses, sounds of gongs and drums, shouts of killing, and cheers.

The finale was a series of neat whistling sounds breaking through the air.

Even without much combat experience, these Jin army officers realized what was going on, because there was no cover on the road and the tragic scene in front of the fence in the distance was clearly visible. There were even crossbow arrows that flew directly to within a few dozen steps of them.

The chaos lasted for a while. Seeing that the main force of the Jin army in front was in chaos, but due to military discipline, they did not dare to retreat and reorganize their troops. After being hit by another round of crossbow arrows from the enemy's bows, the Jin army officers watching the battle in the rear woke up as if from a dream - the front-line commander was likely to have been sniped and killed in the first place.

Immediately, a Meng'an quickly jumped forward on his horse and blew the horn, temporarily taking over the command. This temporarily stopped the chaos on the front line, but the offensive also came to an end soon.

The Jin soldiers retreated hastily to regroup. Hundreds of wounded Jin soldiers were carried down, with wailing sounds everywhere. Salihe and other generals were stunned, but they couldn't help but look at the Tai Shi Nu together.

Tai Shi Nu opened his mouth to speak, but in the end no words came out - considering the current casualties, he would rather his judgment was wrong.

However, the Jin army still had some combat skills.

Some officers had already stepped forward to investigate, risking their lives, and some had taken the opportunity to interrogate the retreating soldiers, and they soon came to a conclusion.

After all, laymen watch the excitement while experts watch the details. Unlike the cheering Gu Jishan rebels, the Jin army had already glimpsed the number of crossbows, the uniformity of the firing, and the intervals between the firings from the three rounds of volleys just now.

They even noticed that the landing points of the Song army's three volleys were all tactically optimal.

Therefore, the answer is obvious - the Song army not only has its main force stationed at the mouth of Fenshui, but it is also definitely an elite force.

After realizing this, the generals of the Jin army went to see Salihe.

Salihe's face turned pale as he stood on his horse, but he actually wanted to retreat in his heart... because these three rounds of volleys reminded him instinctively of the Battle of Qiaoshan and Wu Jie's garrison arrows.

The scene of the Jin army's elite troops being unable to advance an inch and being able to only passively take the beating, with constant casualties, had long been like a nightmare, engraved in the minds of these Jin army soldiers who originally had a bright future.

Of course, reason reminded Salihe that even if the Song army had an elite crossbow unit waiting here, and even judging from the fact that these people did not have bronze faces, a unique symbol of Han Shizhong's army, it was very likely that the old rival Wu Jie on the other side of the Yellow River had gathered the elite crossbow troops here that day, and it would not be like the battle at Qiaoshan.

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