Song Qingshu watched in admiration as well. Guo Jing had turned fewer than a thousand cavalrymen into something remarkable. Southern Song had never excelled at cavalry warfare, yet under his command, they advanced and retreated in perfect order. Their tactics were practically identical to those of the Mongol Empire's army, while the power of their bows and crossbows even surpassed the Mongols'. If an equal number of Mongol cavalry faced them, they would most likely be no match.
"Guo Jing truly is a born general." Song Qingshu realized that he had underestimated Guo Jing before. Though Guo Jing's martial arts ranked among the best in the world, Song Qingshu had never thought much of them. Only now, seeing this other side of him, did he understand that mere martial arts amounted to nothing. What Guo Jing had learned was the art of becoming a match for ten thousand on the battlefield.
If only I hadn't provoked Huang Rong back then. Song Qingshu secretly regretted it. Had that foolish incident never happened, he could have completely won Guo Jing over to his side, gaining an unparalleled general beneath his command. But given his current relationship with Huang Rong, Guo Jing was like a ticking time bomb. He truly did not dare use him without concern...
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Yet when Song Qingshu thought of the radiant and captivating Huang Rong, his heart stirred, and heroic resolve rose within him. He loved the realm, but he loved beauties even more. So what if he lost a great general? At worst, he would conquer the realm with his own hands!
Still, as he followed the main Jin Dynasty army from afar in pursuit of that small cavalry force, Song Qingshu frowned inwardly. Pusuan Zhongyi was clearly