Seeing the deadly untouched drought gradually appearing a little glow, Cusroy felt a lot of pain in his heart. He understood what these people had experienced, and naturally knew what this step meant for these people. Cusroy even knew what the result would be.

Perhaps because of the existence of hope, these people will work harder than normal soldiers and will be less afraid of sacrifice than ordinary soldiers.

But that's the most common thing, because these thin soldiers who live at the bottom of the social environment and have long been crushed by social class and dark reality, except for a few of them, who can follow him to see the scene he hoped for because of their natural physique, luck, etc., will fall before that scene.

Yes, when Cusroy said that in front of the crowd, he was already like a figure like Maudgalyayana, as if he had used fate to peek at the future.

It will inevitably succeed, which is Cusroy's belief and his always-off goal.

[Maybe the people present will fall, but these people are the sparks, they will burn them out, and even one day I will burn them out, but as long as there is a spark, one day, a prairie fire will form.] Although Cusroy shows that almost all these people will die under his leadership, he was extremely calm when he looked at these people.

Because unlike others who view these untouchables from the perspective of animals, he viewed these Dalits from the perspective of human beings.

More importantly, when Kusroy summoned these people and stood in front of them, he had already realized accordingly.

That is, if these people are willing to try for those who are untouchable who have nothing or even hope, then he and Kusroy will also have the awareness of using their lives to fight for their former identity to the death.

After all, he was also a member of the mud. Until one day he finally confirmed that he was indeed a human being, a man like Brahmins, Kshatriya, Vaishya, and Shudra. The invisible person who occupied one tenth of the population was human!

"I'll ask you again, should you go back to live your original life, or experience inhumane training here, and then you'll be very likely to die on the battlefield!" Kusroy looked at all the untouchables, took a deep breath, suppressed his restlessness, and roared with red eyes.

"Diet in the battle!" I don't know which undespaired muttered, and then the others spoke in a mess. Finally, the undespair, who had been crushed by the darkness of reality, mixed up with a sentence and roared out angrily.

"This is our last hope. From today on, I will train each of you. At most three months, we will start the war. This is our last hope." Cusroy looked at all the soldiers below calmly. Although each of them was extremely thin, Cusroy finally found that he had found a way to save his class.

"Be prepared to fall during training and be prepared to die in battle. Maybe we will fall half of the people in the first battle, but please remember that this time you fall, you will not fall as untouchables, you will be warriors!" Cusroy's calm expression suddenly changed, and his voice roared excitedly.

This time, Dalit, who had already been triggered by hope, roared as a human for the first time, and then two Dalits fell down on the spot. There was no way, unlike the young and strong man who could eat at least and had no root of the disease. Dalit, as an invisible person, had nothing but the passion when he saw hope.

Without military literacy and basic military training, there is nothing in the true sense. In fact, they do not even have the most basic qualities except the hope given to them by Rahul now. Although they now have the courage to fight for hope, this is really not enough.

Just like what Zhang Liao said at the beginning, your efforts are not qualified to talk about talent at all, and the same is true for Dutley, whom Cusroy recruited. They don’t even have the basis to talk about will. After all, will is just an amplifier, and basic qualities represent another multiplier.

Ordinary military soul soldiers are not even inferior to top divine cultivators in their will, but the difference in combat power between the two sides can be said to be a huge difference. Simply put, this is the most realistic basic gap. Of course, there are some other things here, but there is no need to repeat them.

Kusroy looked at the two fallen soldiers and felt a slump. This situation occurred as soon as the opening, which was a huge blow to him, but it also pointed out the problems that existed in these lowest-level people. Their quality is too poor, and their basic quality is not enough to become soldiers!

The existence of will is indeed an extremely magical thing in this world. Many things can create miracles based on will. Even if the will is strong enough, even death can resist it. The question is whether Datley has such a will?

No, at most, they have ignited the fire of hope now, and are still quite far from achieving the prairie fire, let alone supporting everything with their will. In that way, the further is the military soul. How can a soldier who does not even have the foundation become a military soul? This is the biggest tragedy.

Cusroy already understood this reality, but he did not despair because of it. Yes, many Dalits may not even be able to complete training and fall down. But for this hope, as long as Dalit keeps standing up, supporting this hope, turning the fire into a torch, and turning the torch into a monumental Taoist fire is not impossible.

There are more than one million untouchable people in this country, and there must be qualified people. What this class wants is hope. Even if it is a slightest, it is better than having no hope at all.

[Even if I die, I will make a way out. This time I will never fail!] Cusroy looked at the warriors below with cold eyes. Yes, the people who are still standing are warriors. For Cusroy, it is even more like a ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of ray of

Since this day, Kusroy has been all his thoughts on these three thousand people. Even during the training process, people have fallen down due to the outbreak of injuries and the disease, but the group remains at 3,000.

There are no other Kushan, and there are no contactless people like Dalit, and they have even continued to the very distant future.

During this period, Rahul also assigned a reorganized recruit army of 5,000 people to Cusroy. Cusroy just accepted it and sent others to train. As for him, he focused on training these untouchables he recruited and trained them as qualified soldiers as possible.

After all, the former Kusroy was also a pariah. He had experienced these pains and hoped to give the same hope as those pariahs who used to be himself.

He tried hard to imitate everything about Rahul, worked hard to learn the other party's command and dispatch, and worked hard to turn everything he learned into his own things. In just three months, Cusroy was like a natural general, crossing the barrier of a powerful general and a commander.

At the same time, the three thousand soldiers under his command were trained to the point where they fell asleep every day for that glimmer of hope. Three months later, the three thousand untouchables became the most qualified soldiers, and even Rahul was a little silenced.

During this period, there were about 200 soldiers who fell down during training, but this did not shake the determination of these Dalits. Instead, they trained even more crazily. Even later, there were one or two untouchables who fell down due to training every day.

After three months of normal food and accommodation training, these living untouchables successfully became regular soldiers with flames burning in their eyes. Their bodies were still a little thin compared to other soldiers, but some gaps in this regard would no longer affect the combat effectiveness of both sides.

Even if it really happens, the problem of these Dalits, who have the basic qualities of regular squads, overwhelming the regular squads in southern Kushan is not that big.

But this level is not enough. On the one hand, training is training, and combat is combat. The two are not the same thing at all. The former is just a standard for combat effectiveness evaluation, while the latter represents real combat effectiveness. What's more, just overwhelming the level of regular regular soldiers in southern Kushan is of no significance to Kusroy!

Even though Rahul was quite satisfied after learning the news, this level could not solve the problems faced by Cusroy. A mere 3,000-man legion that could surpass ordinary regular soldiers in southern Kushan had no meaning to Cusroy's ideal.

Because there are at least hundreds of thousands of such regular soldiers in the southern part of Kushan, no one is even talented, and they are not even qualified to be a chessboard crossing the river.

Even if he had the first elite talent, he had just become the most conventional legion of the north. There were probably 200,000 to 300,000 to 300,000 in the north.

Only by achieving dual talents can this country become a main force that can be truly named. But even Rahul only feels that he can't explain clearly how to achieve dual talents. Kusroy is simply a mess, and in the end there is only one way to choose, that is, fight, fight to the death, and you will naturally understand when you should understand!

With this belief, when the Brahmins launched their first counterattack against Vesutva I, Kusroy attacked with the Datley Legion, who had not yet been formed and had not even trained the first talent.
Chapter completed!