"Then I'll go back and inform those slave soldiers, general, that..." Durga asked hesitantly.
"What do you do, mother-in-law? If you have anything to say, just say it. Whatever you do in the military camp, you must do it resolutely!" Rahul glanced at Durga and asked.
Rahul was quite dissatisfied with the other party's procrastination and hesitation in speaking. This guy had followed him more than ten years ago. How could he really not know his own style of doing things?
"General, can a regular soldier be promoted to Kshatriya?" Durga was heartbroken and said directly. When he followed Rahul more than ten years ago, he was a slave and a dead soldier, and then he performed better under Rahul.
When the promotion channel was opened, he was promoted to a regular soldier. During the four years of chaos in Kushan, he was successful in killing the enemy and breaking through the internal energy separation. Rahul promoted him to a Kshatriya on the battlefield.
To be precise, Brahman's promotion of ordinary low-caste people to Kshatriyas also officially started at that time. However, the conditions are strict. On the one hand, for promotion, only people of your lineage will be promoted.
This resulted in many talented low-caste people relying on visualization and fighting on the battlefield. After breaking through to the point where their inner energy left the body, they were promoted to Kshatriyas by Brahmins. However, their brothers were still low-caste.
Although they cannot contact each other due to the Brahmin education, even if they take those former brothers as servants, the obvious class gap between the two parties will make them farther and farther apart.
For some people, this is life, this is sin, and they just become strangers. The problem is that some people value blood relationships more. These kinder brothers, not to mention other distant relatives and friends, just say
With their recent blood relationship, they must be thinking of promoting their biological brothers to the next level.
Durga is like this. His younger brother is still a Sudra. Although he has been taken care of by himself, he has been turned into a servant. He has the honor to fight on behalf of the Kshatriyas and become a regular soldier. However, this status cannot be traced to its essence.
Still a low caste.
So what Durga asked Rahul meant was whether he could be more generous and give him a chance. Obviously, Durga's younger brother had no chance to practice to the point where the inner energy was separated from the body, so even if he was promoted to the system of visualization of gods and Buddhas
It is easier, and the possibility of one in eight hundred thousand will not become one in one hundred thousand, not to mention that even if it is one in one hundred thousand, it is still a very slim thing.
Of course, Durga would not dare to mention this in front of other Brahmins, but having followed Rahul, he knew what Rahul was like, and the other party might give him some mercy. It might be difficult, but it would be nice to have a glimmer of hope.
"Yes, you can become the inner Qi separated body, or kill the inner Qi separated body." Rahul said without thinking.
"General, if I kill Inner Qi Leaving the Body, can you give me a place?" Durga grabbed the ground with her head and said with great solemnity. This is his only extravagant request.
"If you can do it, it's okay for me to be generous, but if you can't do it, don't mention it again." Rahul looked at Durga and said with great solemnity, although he didn't care about giving a low caste a gift.
I am a Kshatriya, but I have to have a reason that I can explain.
Of course, Rahul also had another consideration. Who was Durga asking this question for? Rahul also knew that with Durga’s achievements in guarding the peacock for so many years, it would be nothing for Rahul to give his younger brother a different background.
amazing.
But as a general and a veteran on the battlefield, Rahul knew very well what kind of power a person can unleash when he has obsessions. Durga's desire was still realized by Durga herself.
"General, can I lead my soldiers and Kshatriya warriors to attack the Han army camp?" Durga heard this, stepped forward, and asked calmly.
After hearing this, Rahul crossed his hands and supported his chin with a slight hesitation. The Kshatriya Warrior Legion was different from the others. It did not meet the standard of a talent. Although its combat power was very strong, unlike other legions, this legion could not afford to die.
"No, let's forget it. A sneak attack is necessary, but the Kshatriya warrior army is not exposed now. Durga, you can lead three legions of regular soldiers and try the water depending on the situation." Rahul thought for a while.
Decisively gave up the idea of a sneak attack by the Kshatriya army.
It was too dangerous, and the layout of the Han camp was very troublesome in Rahul's opinion. If the Kshatriya warrior army was trapped by mistake, there would really be no place to cry.
Even with Rahul's qualifications, he cannot afford this kind of loss.
Although Durga was a little disappointed, he also knew that leading the Kshatriya legion was almost a fantasy, and that this legion was not yet something he could control.
"Garth, I have been optimistic about the Kshatriya warriors recently. This legion will look at the situation this time. If possible, it will not be exposed first. It will be treated as an ordinary reserve. After the Han army comes, other methods can be used as you like." Rahul.
He gave Garth a few words of advice.
"Yes!" Garth responded dullly.
"Go, inform your subordinates each. Durga, please inform the slave soldiers." Rahul sent everyone out with a calm expression. He also needed to think about some things.
Just as Rahul expected, after Durga went to the cannon fodder slave camp to inform the news, the animals that were originally wilted and almost like walking zombies seemed to have souls suddenly injected into them, and their eyes became brighter.
"Now announce the second news!" When the cannon fodder soldiers roared excitedly, Durga's deep voice came over.
In an instant, all the low-caste cannon fodder made no sound at all and listened quietly to Durga's announcement. It was only at this time that the miscellaneous soldiers had such amazing qualities.
"After becoming a regular soldier, if you are lucky enough to kill the enemy's inner Qi body, General Rahul can personally wash away his sins and become a Kshatriya!" Durga's deep and majestic voice reached all the lower castes.
in the ears.
For a moment, the lower castes who originally came to the battlefield and chose a good place to return to Brahma looked at Durga in disbelief that he actually had such an opportunity.
If before, the lower caste cannon fodder only had eyes shining, then now all the cannon fodder seems to be on fire. Death is just returning to Brahma and becoming one with Brahma, and living has the hope of promotion!
For them, who could only end up like this in their whole lives, there is nothing more exciting for them than this. At this moment, all the slave cannon fodder became excited.
"Perform well and obey the command, and you will have a chance to become regular soldiers!" Durga waved his hand, picked up the weapon and walked away from the slave death camp. Ten years ago, he was also here, and now he
He is a Kshatriya, fighting for the general.
Yan Yan's marching method was very steady. When the reconnaissance cavalry reported that the Kushan army was marching in this direction in a chaotic manner, Yan Yan directly ordered the army to no longer march forward, but to arrange themselves into a horizontal formation for combat.
A formation with the armored swordsmen and shieldmen in front, the spearmen in the middle, and the archers in the back carried out a slow horizontal push.
A marching method that looks quite silly and moves very slowly, but it is more stable than before. The slowly advancing movement is constantly building up the momentum of the army.
"General Yan, are we just going to push over like this?" Wang Lei frowned and said, glancing at the protruding bones wearing rattan armor and Liu Sui, Leng Bao and Deng who had naturally mobilized to the two wings in the distance.
Xian and others, except for the very eye-catching protuberances, the rest of the group were dressed in the same way as the soldiers.
"The opponent's sudden increase in marching speed is already very revealing of the situation. The opponent may have discovered us. Even if we are stationed now, it will be too late. Although the Art of War says, 'The one who gains the most advantage at fifty miles will reach half the army.' But if we are attacked by the opponent
It would be really bad to be caught off guard." Yan Yan said with a solemn expression.
Judging from the situation reported by the scouts, the opponent's marching method was very chaotic, but the speed was very fast. This was a sign of high morale, and Yan Yan could not help but be careless.
"To be honest, after I received the information from the scouts, I didn't want to take action now." Yan Yan frowned and sent the message to Wang Lei.
"Is it because you can't understand?" Wang Lei asked back.
"Yes, the most fearful situation on the battlefield is this kind of incomprehensible situation, but now it is too late to retreat. Instead, it is the best way to let go and fight." Yan Yan said with a solemn expression, and then looked at the soldiers around him.
He smiled and said, "But don't be nervous. The opponent is attacking at such a high speed. Facing us who are waiting for work, we will definitely suffer a big loss. When the time comes, we can just build up the momentum to counterpress!"
Wang Lei was helpless. This wave was also a ghost. The other party suddenly increased their marching speed, so that the two sides, who were already very close, met each other before they were ready!
"Ten miles?" Rahul sneered, listening to the news sent by the scouts, and directly ordered other legions to adjust their attack speed, lower their own marching speed, and maintain their combat effectiveness to move forward. Rahul also did not expect to encounter the Han army at this time.
There were some surprises. It was obvious that not only the Kushan army's marching speed exceeded the standard, but the Han army's marching speed was also somewhat beyond imagination.
"Peacock Legion, all mount the war elephant!" After commanding the other legions to advance steadily, Rahul immediately ordered his elite troops to mount the war elephant, and then turned on his own blessings from gods and Buddhas. Unlike other people who cultivated his mind, he practiced
of clairvoyance.
As all the Peacock soldiers boarded the war elephants, Rahul's image of God and Buddha gave the Peacock soldiers an unimaginable vision. They could even see the other side of the horizon. This rare ability, the entire
Not many people in Kushan have successfully cultivated it.
"Are all the members wearing armor? As expected of the Han Empire." Rahul's face was solemn, but there was no fear at all. Instead, there was a kind of excitement gathering in his heart, "Durga, enter, it was a common tactic in the past, and it was used to fight the Han Empire.
Hello, my Peacock, each soldier is equivalent to a heavy-duty precision crossbow machine, and can strike across the horizon!"
