Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Kusroyi was desperate.

The more tenacious the Dawn soldiers showed, the more desperate he became.

Xinghan’s promotion system is very complete. As long as you have made military achievements, you can gain status. If you want to change the status quo, you must make contributions to Xinghan.

However, in order to achieve military merit, one needs strong strength and power that can be passed down.

The Dalits’ starting point is too low. Under the system in which the strong rise and the weak fall that prevails in the Star Han, they are destined to be eliminated.

Even if there are some lucky ones, such as Kusroyi, who completed the transition because of the power of the commander of the great army and the god who breaks the world.

However, the Dalit class as a whole cannot make the leap to embrace because their starting point is too low.

This is a problem that has accumulated for many years under the Brahman system. Xinghan can change all this, but why should Xinghan spend such a huge price to do it?
Kusroyi realized early on that only military spirit and miracles could save the entire Dalit group that had once been oppressed by the caste system.

Three Talented Legions are not enough!
The three-talent legion is not strong enough, and it is too difficult to replenish the three talents. Dalit's foundation is too weak. In order to maintain combat effectiveness in the future, he must replenish troops from other places.

Moreover, the nature of the Three Talent Legions, which cannot be inherited, means that they are destined to be extinct as long as they encounter a bloody battle.

In the current battlefield of Xinghan, let alone the three talents, even miracles may perish.

Rome couldn’t afford the loss of lives due to the tragic losses, and the Dalits couldn’t afford even one loss.

Therefore, the future of Dawn has been bound to military spirit and miracles from the very beginning.

And now, Zhao Hui's words ruthlessly revealed this.

Zhao Hui did not lie.

The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

The surrendered generals of Kushan were destined to be inferior to others in Xinghan, but the high-level officials of Xinghan might not have such discrimination.

But it is different among the common people, especially those who have experienced the pain of losing their loved ones in the Kushan War.

The common people are destined to look at the Kushans through tinted glasses, and the Kushans are destined to look at the Dalits through tinted glasses.

The caste system has been abolished physically, but it continues in people's hearts.

It will last at least two or three generations.

Whether the Dalits can survive for two or three generations remains a big question mark.

There is no future for Dawn, and what awaits Dalits is doomed to be extinction.

Only a lucky few will survive, and their descendants will forget Dalits, forget the dawn, and forget all this in the future.

The current Dawn is ultimately just a dual-talent legion. Even though Xinghan will give them the best weapons and equipment because of the extreme specialness of their dual talents, their welfare and treatment are no different from other dual-talent legions.

This is determined by Xinghan’s system.

With no hope for military spirit or miracles, they were completely courting death by using their dual talents to fight against the shining Eight Banners cavalry.

Under multiple blows, Kusroyi was confused and shaken.

He doubted whether he was really qualified to lead the Dalit community forward, and whether he was truly worthy of those Dalits who believed in him and died during training.

Obviously, if they had chosen to break through the three talents earlier, fewer soldiers present today would have died, and they would have been able to enjoy the life of the three talents in advance.

"Oops!"

Lu Xun closed his eyes, and his spiritual talent told him that what Zhao Hui said was true, Kusroyi had no hope of becoming a miracle or a military soul.

In order to become a three-talent legion, what Dawn lacks is the ability to refine talents and improve quality, not the will.

Willpower can be improved through explosiveness, but quality can only be accumulated.

Lu Xun firmly believed that he could win the bet, and a 50% chance of it was on Kusroyi.

As long as Kusroyi can become either the soul of the army or the miracle, they will most likely be able to hold on to victory.

But when Zhao Hui revealed the cruel truth, Lu Xun realized that he had lost the bet, and everything else depended on God's will.

A big reason why he placed his hopes on the Dawn Legion was because Lu Xun saw the Dawn soldiers' enthusiasm for Kusroyi.

In Lu Xun's initial prediction, even if Kusroyi was shaken and confused, it would not affect his soldiers' admiration for him.

In the eyes of these people, Kusroyi is still the great commander who took the initiative to take responsibility for saving the Dalits and dragged them out of the abyss of darkness. He is also the great commander who will drag out more people like them in the coming era.

Therefore, these soldiers may not be as good as others in other aspects, but they will definitely not have any shortcomings in protecting Kusroyi. They will not be shaken by Kusroyi's retreat, nor will they doubt Kusroyi because of his inaction.

The Dawn Legion, for the will of Kusroyi, we can fight for anything!
Therefore, Lu Xun naturally believed that Shuguang could independently move towards the military soul without relying on Kusroyi.

And there is only one reason why they are moving towards the Military Soul - they have encountered an attack that is irresistible at the current level, and in order to protect Kusroyi from death, they have to complete the sublimation of their will and take the last step.

Even if he cannot accomplish miracles, he must be a military soul.

And because it is created to protect the military spirit, it will definitely be able to resist the enemy's attack like a tidal wave.

If it was a miracle, they could have directly secured victory.

However, the worst situation is now happening. Kusroyi himself is beginning to waver, and Shuguang is unable to take the last step.

How could the will of the dawn defy the huge mountain of the Milky Way pressing down on their heads?

Under the current circumstances, if Dawn wants to accomplish a miracle, it needs to overturn Xinghan, which is impossible.

"I will never let you pass!"

When they were within ten steps, the Eight Banners Cavalry encountered the most powerful counterattack in their history, even more crazy than when Kusroyi was determined.

These soldiers will never value their lives if they sacrifice themselves to protect Kusroyi.

"Cut off the horse's legs!" The crazy Dalit roared and rolled under the horse's hooves. Even if he successfully cut off the horse's legs, he might not survive.

“Hahaha, kid, you feel it, right? That feeling of never being able to break through!”

"Retreat, otherwise they will all be killed by you!" Zhao Hui was also anxious. He could feel that Oswald was getting closer and closer to him. He didn't dare to look back and could only attack Kusroyi with his mouth.

He hoped to completely break down Kusroyi's inner defenses. As long as Kusroyi retreated, he could directly use his ultimate move to capture the entire camp.

After all, human beings are very complicated. Kusroyi was shaken and confused, and began to doubt the Dalits. Looking at these soldiers who were fighting desperately to protect him, Kusroyi really thought about retreating and making way.

They only have dual talents, so it is natural that they cannot stop the Eight Banners Cavalry. They are unable to break through because of the oppression of Kushan and Xinghan. Are they going to be completely destroyed because of this?

Kusroyi was struggling internally. The more Dawn's soldiers died for him, the more he couldn't bear to watch them die.

But no matter how he deployed his vassal troops, he could not stop the advance of the Eight Banners cavalry.

Zhao Hui approached Kusroyi and failed to make him retreat with words, but killing him would be the same.

Kusroyi is now doubting himself. It is absolutely impossible for him to keep his heart alive and his spirit indestructible.

"Die!"

Zhao Hui launched a violent attack, and Kusroyi was unable to defend himself, and his personal guards were also blocked by the Eight Banners Cavalry.

"clang!"

The spear blocked Zhao Hui's attack and protected Kusroyi from the fatal blow.

Kusroyi was stunned. It was Bocai who helped him block the attack.

"Withdraw!"

Bo Cai said without turning his head.

He did not break through the realm, but his internal energy left his body. After a few moves with Zhao Hui, he was already in danger.

Kusroyi woke up as if from a dream, and stepped forward to fight Zhao Hui together with Bocai.

"Let's retreat with the dawn!" Bocai said to Kusroyi in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"We don't know what he said, otherwise we shouldn't have let you and Shuguang come here alone!" Bo Cai said apologetically.

This wrong decision was not only made by Kusroyi, Lu Xun, but also by Bo Cai.

Sacrificing for victory is certainly worthy of praise.

But only voluntary sacrifice is noble. Forcing others to sacrifice without willingness is definitely not worthy of praise.

The Dawn that cannot break through is a double-talented legion. Asking them to confront the shining Eight Banners Cavalry is undoubtedly sending them to death, and it is a meaningless death.

Dawn has no hope of achieving military soul and opportunity, but can still achieve three talents, so they still have hope.

The two of them worked together to repel Zhao Hui, and Zhao Hui's eyes were filled with resentment. He was almost there, almost there, to kill Kusroyi. Kusroyi commanded a team of Silla vassal troops to insert between them as a partition.

Zhao Hui led the Eight Banners Cavalry to attack again frantically.

"Keep on living. Since military spirit and miracles are impossible, then you should just live on and achieve the three talents!"

"Keep alive, there will always be a solution in the future!"

"When I died, I didn't expect the Yellow Turbans to be what they are today!"

Bo Cai laughed heartily and passed on his only life experience to Kusroyi.

He admired Kusroyi, the young man reminded him of Zhang Jue in the past.

They are all willing to give up their own enjoyment and choose to take the initiative to assume responsibilities, wanting to make those specks of dust live more like human beings.

Although they failed that year, no one expected that the Yellow Turbans would win everything in the end.

Being able to live to see the people living so well today, Bo Cai no longer has any regrets and he is willing to sacrifice.

Although he knew that there would be nothing after his death, he still wanted to tell Zhang Jue everything he would see after his death, so that their sacrifice was not in vain.

The golden age of Huang Tian really exists.

The Golden Warriors surpassed the Dawn Soldiers and blocked the Eight Banners Cavalry on their behalf, replacing them from the front line.

"Follow military orders!"

Seeing that Kusroyi seemed to have a lot more to ask, Bo directly used his status as commander and forcibly ordered Kusroyi to retreat.

"Shrink the battle line, form a formation and retreat!"

Kusroyi subconsciously carried out the military order.

"You have done well enough, the rest is up to me, an old man!"

"Xinghan is the prosperous era created by us Yellow Turbans. We will not watch it being destroyed. If anyone has to fight, we should be the ones to do it!" Bo Cai said with a smile.

"Stay alive, and you'll have a chance to kill two more enemies for us later!"

A Yellow Turban strongman walked past the Dawn soldier and patted him.

The Dawn soldiers who were photographed looked confused, as if someone was going to die in place of them, the Dalits.

And he was the Yellow Turban strongman who was unattainable in their eyes.

The true descendants of the Xinghan Empire are almost equivalent to the Brahmin and Kshatriya level. Now they have to be replaced and sacrificed for them.

"Thank you." Kusroyi held it in for a long time, and finally uttered two words.

He and Bo Cai were not familiar with each other, or rather, he did not care about other things before that. He was only thinking about how to bring Shuguang to accomplish miracles, and he was self-isolating and did not communicate with others.

I asked Bo Cai for advice once before because of Liao Hua’s resonance.

"It's nothing. At least everything we ever wanted is now coming true. Everything we once dared not imagine is also being realized in your hands." Bo Cai said casually.

"I am already very satisfied that the Emperor can rescue me and take another look at me!"

"Hahaha, General Qu, this is more like you. I couldn't recognize you before because you were so pretentious!" An old Yellow Turban mocked.

"Old man, your grandson has just been born, what are you doing here?"

Bo Cai took a look at the other person, an old Yellow Turban with the same seniority as him, who was also rescued and mixed in with the Yellow Turban strongmen as a deputy general.

"I already have grandchildren, so my death is enough. But you, you don't have any regrets!"

"Get out!" Bo Cai rolled his eyes.

A group of old Yellow Turbans were laughing and frolicking, and it was hard to tell that they were going to die.

Kusroyi and Shuguang were both stunned. They didn't understand why someone would be willing to die for them.

And he can be so calm when facing death.

"Because we were once as confused as you!"

"The Emperor led us to realize the Yellow Sky World."

"Live on, hold on, maybe when you can't do it, someone else will be able to do it!"

Liao Hua smiled and led his men past Kusroyi, and silently organized a second line of defense behind Bocai's defense line.

"Go to the back and prepare. We can only delay time. You still have to continue to face the battle!"

Some of the Yellow Turban officers and soldiers who refused to admit defeat in Kusroyi also began to form a third line of defense with some old Yellow Turbans.

Only by blocking them layer by layer could they delay the attack of the Eight Banners Cavalry to the greatest extent. The two wings were close to collapse at this moment, and they were about to face the joint charge of three Eight Banners Cavalry.

In the center of the Qing army, Oswald was leading the Sun Legion in a mad attack, and Zhu Rong, Pei Yuanshao, Li Dian and others were also advancing madly.

The battlefield now is a race against time, and everyone is doing their best to buy time.

Kusroyi silently passed through the old Yellow Turbans with the dawn and arrived at the last line of defense.

That is the center of the camp, next to Lu Xun.

Lu Xun is the marshal of the army, and he and the military flag must never fall.

"cut!"

Zhao Hui's roar resounded throughout the battlefield, and then, in the horrified eyes of everyone, a blood-red sword fell towards the defense line. Bo Cai led his men to launch a desperate legion attack to resist.

However, Zhao Hui had prepared this move for too long, and the defense line organized by Bo Cai was directly shattered.

Kusroyi and the Dawn soldiers were shocked when they saw the empty space.

Needless to say.

Bo was the one who died for him.

The Yellow Turban warriors of the first line of defense died for Shuguang.

They are just untouchables, so why are these Brahmins and Dalits willing to die for them?

“Because you Dalits are a lot like us!”

"We have achieved an impossible miracle, and we sincerely hope that you can achieve another miracle."

"No one helped us back then, and they are willing to help you now, which is also to help us back then!"

Zhou Cang said to Kusroyi in a deep voice.

He gave the power transmitted by Lu Xun through the military formation to Kusroyi. That was what Bo Cai and the others hoped to pass on to Kusroyi after their sacrifice.

Originally, this thing should be inherited by the Yellow Turban Warriors led by him, but Bo Cai chose to give it to Shuguang.

A trace of sadness flashed across his face when he looked towards Bo Cai's position. His face became even sadder as he watched Liao Hua fighting desperately.

The Yellow Turban warriors he brought with him all joined later, and at this moment he did not even have the qualifications to live and die with Liao Hua and the others.

Liao Hua and his group of old Yellow Turbans all left their hopes to the next generation, leaving them as the last batch, hoping that they could survive.

"Hope we succeed?" Kusroyi finally understood what Bocai meant by the last words he told him.

"I understand!"

As Kusroyi spoke, he took the light from Zhou Cang's hand that represented the determination of Bocai and the others. All the confusion and hesitation in his heart disappeared, and only determination remained.

With only the support of Dalits, they could not achieve military spirit and miracles, but with the support of Yellow Turbans, it was completely different.

The Yellow Turban warriors led by Bo Cai personally moved the mountain above their heads that represented the Milky Way.

Just like the Yellow Turban Warrior in the myth, he moved the mountains that no mortal man could move.

All that remains is a smooth road.

Under Zhou Cang's horrified gaze, Kusroyi raised the light in his hand, and a column of light rose from his body. The golden column of light pierced through the thick clouds in the sky.

"My light cannot illuminate the hope of dawn."

"They are the dawn of hope!" (End of this chapter)