As he spoke, Pusuan Zhongyi sighed in admiration. "The other routes of the Southern Song's Northern Expedition have been manageable; we stopped them one by one. But Guo Jing's force alone has been unstoppable. They first captured the key city of Sizhou, then took Hong County, pushing north all the way like a sharp knife driven between Xuzhou and Suzhou, leaving us unable to eat or sleep in peace."
"Guo Jing," Song Qingshu said with feeling. "Back when he was the Mongol Empire's Golden Saber Imperial Son-in-Law, he rendered tremendous service in the Mongol conquest of Khwarazm. Later, while defending Xiangyang, he repeatedly blunted the Mongol forces. A great reputation indeed did not come without substance!"
He pondered secretly. Though Guo Jing was not particularly clever, he possessed a rare purity. He could focus on one thing without distraction, and that often made martial training twice as effective with half the effort. If military affairs had not burdened him all these years, his martial arts would likely have risen another level. But from another perspective, it would have been a loss to everyone in the world if a talent like him did nothing but train in martial arts.
"Guo Jing is indeed formidable, but he has too many useless allies. As the saying goes, one tree cannot hold up a forest." Pusuan Zhongyi suddenly revealed a confident smile.
Hearing the implication in his words, Song Qingshu hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"
Pointing at the map, Pusuan Zhongyi said, "This is Guo Jing's current position, and these are the current positions of the other Song Army forces. Can you see anything, Marshal?"
On the map, Guo Jing's force stood out alone, deep within Jin Dynasty territory, while the other armies had all been blocked not far from the border between