Within the Western Xia camp, a group stood atop the gate tower, watching the hundred-odd men in the distance hurling insults.
"General, are we really going to let the Song troops curse us like this?"
"Wang Yan has sinister intentions. In barely half a month, our force has lost two thousand men. Meanwhile, the other side has reinforced by seven thousand over the same period, bringing their total strength to fifteen thousand. Until we know what they are planning, we must not act rashly. If we recklessly go to war, none of us can bear the blame."
Yeli Zhong sneered. "I won't take the bait. Let's see what Wang can do about it. I've received word that the Song have no intention of attacking us. Ever since Wang Yan was transferred to Yan Prefecture, he has been privately drilling troops and picking fights. I never expected this Wang Yan to understand warfare so well. He truly is my greatest enemy. I won't take the bait—let's see what that Wang fellow can do. If my guess is correct, the people from the Song court sent to reprimand him are already on the road. Let's see whether he still dares to provoke us."
"General, the point is that we don't dare go out and fight."
"Do you think I don't know that? If you're dissatisfied, lead a hundred-man unit down there and kill them yourself!" Yeli Zhong glared fiercely at his tactless subordinate. The truth was always so hurtful.
He could not admit that the hundred-man units' challenges had already worn him down. If this continued, he feared he would have no...
He clenched his fists as he watched the hundred-man unit two hundred meters away curse in unison...
"Sir, these Western Xia barbarians are no great shakes. They stopped daring to