Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

"No!"

With this roar, all the Qing soldiers naturally felt a sense of sorrow, an indescribable grief.

Whether it was the Qing soldiers who were besieged or the Qing soldiers who were resisting the allied forces of Han Xin and Sun Wu on the other side, at this moment they clearly felt what they had lost.

"Brother Emperor!"

Unlike all the generals and officers of the Qing army, Dorgon felt a sense of sorrow, but also a strange and inexplicable feeling, as if all the constraints had been lifted and a trapped dragon was ascending to heaven.

"what?"

Mu Yi looked in Dorgon's direction with some surprise. He had sensed Huang Taiji's death, but what was somewhat unexpected was that Huang Taiji was merely a vessel for the Qing Empire's will.

Unlike his situation, his connection with the Imperial Will is extremely close. If he were killed, the Imperial Will would instantly shatter into pieces.

The Qing court was different. Nurhaci replaced the imperial will with his own, while Huang Taiji carried the power of the imperial will.

But this kind of burden is more like that of the Military Soul Legion. If the Military Soul Legion is destroyed, the will of the Empire will be affected, but it will not shatter.

Therefore, Huang Taiji was merely a vessel that could be replaced at any time in terms of the Qing court's imperial will.

Now, that vessel has become Dorgon.

Or rather, Dorgon himself was the candidate designated by Nurhaci.

After Dorgon became the vessel, an inexplicable feeling arose within the Qing army. The imperial will began to exert its power wildly, and all Qing soldiers felt as if they were blessed by the Mandate of Heaven.

Upon seeing this, Mu Yi suddenly realized what was happening.

"I see!"

Mu Yi finally understood why Huang Taiji hadn't been able to unleash the power of the imperial will; it turned out that the imperial will resided in Nurhaci.

Therefore, whether Huang Taiji lived or died was actually completely unimportant to the Qing court. No wonder that when Parthia and Rome faced annihilation, the Miracle Legion emerged one after another.

The Qing army hasn't produced a single player who has advanced yet, which means Nurhaci hasn't been pushed to his limit and is being stingy and unwilling to exert himself.

He had begun to ignite the imperial will from the very beginning of the war. Compared to the Parthian empires, his mastery of the imperial will and the freedom to open and close it was a groundbreaking achievement for him.

Mu Yi believed that Nurhaci also possessed this power, but it seemed that Nurhaci did not yet understand what their killing of Huang Taiji and annihilation of the main Qing army represented.

Perhaps he was confused from sleep, or perhaps he had ulterior motives, but in any case, Nurhaci is still suppressing the exertion of his imperial will.

Mu Yi and Nurhaci, being in the same predicament, naturally understood that burning the imperial will was like cutting off their own flesh and bleeding them dry.

The difference is that Mu Yi believes that Xing Han can defeat Qing Ting before danger strikes.

Nurhaci only realized the need to cut off his own flesh and bleed after being stabbed.

"How foolish! How ridiculous!"

Mu Yi looked at Nurhaci with a mocking expression on his face.

To accomplish great things, one must cherish one's life.

Fortunately, their opponent was such a person; otherwise, they might not have been able to get to where they are today.

Is it a little too late to start fighting now that things have come to this?

Mu Yi's face was full of sarcasm. At a time like this, even if you pull off one or two miracles, you still can't escape death.

He wanted to see what kind of trouble the Qing court could stir up in this final struggle.

"Get ready, the Qing army might launch a desperate counterattack!" Mu Yi turned to Sun Wu and Han Xin and said.

"Has there been a result from Lord Wu'an's side?" Sun Wu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Lord Wu'an has thwarted the Qing emperor's breakout attempt, and Huang Taiji has died at the hands of the Giant Dragon Legion led by General Huang. The other side has nowhere left to retreat!" Mu Yi informed everyone of the situation on another battlefield.

Everyone was overjoyed, realizing that their strategy was nearing its final stage.

The victory of Lord Wu'an was a perfect harbinger of the successful implementation of the strategy.

“In that case, I humbly request Your Majesty to order the army to halt its attack, surround the enemy without killing them, and wait until Lord Wu’an’s army has completed the encirclement before launching another attack!” Zhang Liang immediately stepped forward and advised.

"A foolish move! Now is the time to press on and completely crush the enemy. How can we wait for them to catch their breath!"

Chen Gong immediately launched into a tirade, saying that at this point, they still dared to play delaying tactics, which meant they must be mobilizing a large army to take advantage of the enemy's turmoil and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

“Your Majesty, the Qing army is now a dying beast. If our army fights them to the death, we may suffer heavy casualties!” someone echoed Zhang Liang.

With victory within reach, various considerations naturally came to the forefront once again, with casualties being the most important.

In the past, in order to advance their strategy, they would not have thought about these things at all; for the sake of achieving their strategy, everything else could take a back seat.

But now the Qing army is just a piece of cake in the encirclement. They can take their time and wait for Bai Qi's army to arrive before launching a pincer attack.

Such casualties would certainly be minimal.

"I fear that things might change and things could go wrong if we wait too long!" Some people stood up to oppose Zhang Liang and echoed Chen Gong's statement.

After all, we've come this far; if we keep dragging it out, nobody knows what might happen.

The two sides immediately split into two factions, arguing fiercely about how to fight next, each sticking to their own opinion, and reaching a stalemate.

What do you two think?

Mu Yi couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache after hearing this, since both sides had their own reasons, and whether it was a fast attack or a slow attack, it could be considered a good strategy.

In any case, after Bai Qi's side killed Huang Taiji, it was a foregone conclusion that they would wipe out this part of the Qing army.

The difference lies in how to absorb this portion of the troops.

"I support a slow and steady approach. Perhaps we can try sending envoys to negotiate with them and get them to surrender?"

"Back then, Marquis Liu used the 'Song of Chu on All Sides' to break the Chu army's fighting spirit against Xiang Yu!"

Sun Tzu pondered for a moment and chose to support Zhang Liang. He also felt that a direct attack would result in too many casualties, and it would be better to use some underhanded tactics and psychological warfare.

"Old man Sun, are you out of your mind? Xiang Yu escaped from the encirclement of Chu. You don't actually think Dorgon on the other side would commit suicide in the Bering Strait, do you?" Han Xin rolled his eyes.

"Your Majesty, we should continue our fierce attack now. After Lord Wu'an has finished cleaning up the battlefield, he should immediately lead his troops to reinforce this place. We must not give the enemy a chance to catch their breath."

Sun Tzu and Han Xin were evenly matched, and seeing their subordinates split into two factions, almost to the point of a full-blown fight, Mu Yi was having a headache. With so many people, it was difficult to reach a consensus.

Everyone has their own ideas, and everyone values ​​different things.

This isn't the first time they've argued.

Fortunately, he held the power of decision.

"Pass on my order! The army must attack immediately! The enemy army is currently undergoing a transformation; annihilate them before they complete it!"

As soon as Mu Yi gave the order, everyone stopped arguing and began to perform their duties.

"Ma Er, Bai He, keep an eye on the other side. Once a legion reaches Miracle, wipe them out!"

Mu Yi turned to the First Yellow Heaven and gave the order: "Even if the Qing army's imperial will were piled up, it would be enough to create a miracle legion. What's more, they have already been forced to the edge of a cliff."

Everyone had to admit that the Qing army on the other side was no rabble; they were the elite army of a vast empire, true elites who had survived bloody battles.

For these Qing troops, Huang Taiji's death could very well be a catalyst for their growth, and with the imperial will as fuel, it wouldn't be surprising for Mu Yi to see one or two miraculous legions emerge.

With Mu Yi's order, the intensity of the battlefield completely changed. Previously, Han Xin and Sun Wu's goal was to put enough pressure on Dorgon to prevent him from escaping.

Now they're aiming to kill Dorgon.

Arrows rained down on the battlefield. After months of fighting between Xinghan and Qingting, and the final battle, all the tactics and techniques had reached a level of near sublimation. This sublimation was built on human lives. There was no glittering glory or color, only simplicity and extreme effectiveness!

In both armies, there were no miscellaneous soldiers; even the weakest soldiers were undoubtedly dual-talented soldiers with internal energy.

In the past, these soldiers were the elite of the empire, and their archery skills were enough to crush the vast majority of archers in the world.

However, they are now merely the most basic presence on this battlefield, and both sides have launched their attacks directly into the rain of arrows.

Without dodging or hiding, Hua Xiong charged straight into the enemy's main camp, braving the negative effects of the Qing army's forces.

The sheer force of the Flying Bear Army, like a meteorite striking the earth, made the Qing generals on the other side clearly perceive their will—unyielding as iron and as strong as steel.

It was the most brilliant will he had ever seen in all these years.

You don't even need to feel it; you can tell just by looking how brilliant the will of the other side is, as if it were a physical entity attached to the other side.

The miraculous radiance that seemed to crush everything filled them with dread, but the rising imperial will brought them back to calm in the next moment.

No matter how great or brilliant the other party is, an enemy is an enemy.

Hundreds of elite Qing troops charged toward Hua Xiong. They were not intimidated by Hua Xiong's bravery; on the contrary, they were determined to kill him with their own weapons, and they were prepared to die.

"Kill!" Hua Xiong's body erupted with a miraculous radiance, sweeping away the enemies in front of him with a single blow, and then even more enemies surged forward.

Hua Xiong's expression was solemn. He hadn't taken the "sublimation" mentioned by the government affairs office to heart, but at this moment he truly felt the difference.

These soldiers knew they were going to die, yet they still charged forward, facing certain death.

The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage.

And now, the soldiers of the Qing army radiate this praise.

Unlike those who were manipulated and fearless of death, the Qing army today made choices based on their own will. This rise of will led to an overall improvement in the Qing army.

The Flying Bear's advance encountered tremendous resistance; the Flying Bear, which was said to be able to crush everything, was unable to advance an inch for a time.

This predicament only made Fei Xiong's will shine even brighter. The Qing army was fearless, so why should they be afraid?

Hua Xiong stroked his wounds and slowly raised his head. In the fierce battle, he had also suffered several injuries, but this danger did not frighten him. On the contrary, it reminded him of his last death.

The dormant passion boiled over once more.

Hua Xiong felt a long-lost obstacle, not only in his personal cultivation but also in the Miracle Legion.

They should have been the strongest cavalry in the world!

Hua Xiong rediscovered his former glory, and the Flying Bear Army soldiers, locked in fierce battle, seemed to be completely awakened at this moment, radiating a terrifying aura and once again returning to their former state of dominance and invincibility.

"Charge from the front!"

Hua Xiong glanced at the wounded soldiers behind him and calmly gave the order. This calmness was filled with absolute confidence. Compared to before, Hua Xiong now understood what they had lost.

What they lost was their confidence in themselves.

Huang Tian is too strong! So strong that even Fei Xiong had the thought that he could never reach his level.

They gave up on surpassing the First Yellow Heaven, so they will be blocked here.

Now, amidst the bloody battle, they have rediscovered their original aspirations; their Flying Bear Legion should be the number one legion in the world.

If the first Yellow Heaven blocks the way, then surpass the first Yellow Heaven.

Heavy breathing echoed among the Flying Bear soldiers, their eyes filled with fervor as their blood boiled once more.

No enemy could stop them; the only enemy the Xiliang Iron Cavalry had always been themselves.

A murderous aura soared into the sky, and the claws that had been concealed were released once again. The flowing ink seemed to erode all light. Just by standing there, one could clearly feel what it meant to be as deep as the ocean and as invincible as a dragon!
"kill!"

The Flying Bear Army soldiers were of iron will. They firmly believed that their strength was enough to crush the obstacles in their way. With a fearless spirit, they stormed into the Qing army headquarters like a torrent.

No need to dodge, no need to hide, just destroy everything in front of you!
At this moment, skills and tactics become meaningless, and no superfluous words are needed. The only thing the two sides are competing in is their will and qualities. It's life or death, nothing more!

Swords and spears have lost their value in this brutal war. A spear pierces the opponent's body, but the subsequent counterattack also costs the user his life.

For Flying Bear at its full power, even if the number of opponents in front of him is several times greater than his own, even if he is pierced, even if he is attacked by axes, he will still cut through the obstacles in front of him.

We are Flying Bears! We are miracles! We are an unstoppable torrent!

The defensive line in front of Fei Xiong collapsed with a roar.

"Hahaha, that's it! We Flying Bears should be invincible!" Li Jue laughed wildly as he charged towards the enemy in front of him, enduring the spears and lances of the opposing Qing soldiers and forcefully killing them.

They are the Flying Bears, once the strongest legion in the world.

Even if Huang Tian were to be dethroned from his invincible throne, it should not be something that a bunch of worthless scoundrels could withstand.

Even though these so-called lowly fodder possess combat strength at the third-tier talent level, these elites, whose strength has been artificially inflated, are still nothing but fodder in front of Flying Bear. (End of Chapter)