After a while, Cusroy didn't know what kind of thought he was holding and replied, "It's good to do this, but most of my soldiers will not ride horses, which may be a drag on speed. The battle will have to be dismounted at that time."

"It's not a problem." Deepak looked indifferent. For Beigui, fighting for one more guard will give him more strength. Dalit like Cusroy, who crawled out of the mud, is even more worth fighting for.

As for offending Brahmins, come on, it’s not like liberating all Dalits. If Brahmins offend them, they will offend them. Anyway, Beigui and Brahmins crossed the line every year and were disgusted with each other. If they can really cooperate in close cooperation, can the Han Dynasty make it so embarrassing like now?

"Thank you." Kusroy said dullly. At this moment, he didn't know what he thought, his political intelligence, this guy had, and he also knew what the other party's invitation meant.

"By the way, how long does it take for the White Horse Yi to recover?" Zhang Fei sent a message to Zhang Liao and asked.

"The ointment is in the back bag of the horse's back. It cannot be used now. After using it, it is estimated that the wrist will be restored in about half a day." Zhang Liao sent a message to Zhang Fei, "The main reason is that the blade in the knife box is gone. We are now lacking melee weapons."

"Can ordinary blades be used? I have some spare ones." Zhang Fei frowned and said. He knew that Bai Ma Yi used the characteristic blades, but there was no such thing now. Zhang Fei meant to make do with ordinary blades.

"If you use an ordinary blade, it is not a wrist problem, but a loss of arms." Zhang Liao looked at Zhang Fei speechlessly and said, "The impact force brought by ultra-high speed movement is too strong. After using a normal knife to cut a few people to death, there will be resistance problems and the arms will be broken."

"Then I have no choice. You must not use the spear, what about the scimitar?" Zhang Fei asked casually. Unlike other legions, Zhang Fei himself was a man and three horses, and he carried all kinds of supplies, so his combat readiness was still very complete.

"It's okay to use a scimitar below ninety, but if you really want to fight, it's meaningless to use a scimitar below ninety." Zhang Liao sighed and said, "Forget it, are you bringing a bow and arrow? If you can't recover, use a light bow and speed arrow. Let's give up in melee combat first."

"The bow and arrow tube are enough, don't worry." Zhang Fei nodded when he heard this. Baima Yicong had been wandering for half a year, and the arrows were not enough. It was not that there were no captured arrows, but the weapons used by Baima Yicong were strange, and the long bow and long arrows were of little significance.

"That's good. There are still ten light arrows per person here. After recovery, we will transfer some extras to us, and it's nothing to play with them." With Zhang Fei's guarantee, Zhang Liao felt much more at ease.

Losing the ability to fight melee is very embarrassing for the white horse. Although entering the speed state is not without long-range means, the problem is that the white horse does not climb first and has infinite arrows, but Zhang Fei has enough supplies, so it doesn’t matter if he turns into a archer and cavalry first.

"Can a light arrow penetrate the plate armor?" Zhang Fei suddenly asked.

"It's okay to be serious." Zhang Liao nodded and said.

The Speedy Arrow has an upper limit of power. Zhang Liao discovered this problem before, which is theoretically three times its own movement speed, but in fact, after the White Horse Yi increased from speed to 11, the power of the Speedy Arrow seemed to be nailed to death.

However, even if the power is nailed to death, the speed arrow is still quite powerful, and it is helpless to be unable to break through the speed of sound. However, it is almost equivalent to the speed of sound, which also allows Bai Ma Yicong to have the lethality equivalent to the double-talented archers in the medium and long range.

Although this kind of lethality is a bit of a real top archer, it is indeed enough for a archer.

"That's good, I'm afraid there will be some trouble next." Fa Zheng nodded to Zhang Liao. In fact, the situation is already very clear. Baima Yicheng must have no problem with himself and can run away at any time. On the contrary, Zhang Fei's Youyun Cavalry may be bitten. Once the other party confirms that Baima Yicheng has lost its combat power, Youyun Cavalry will be in some trouble.

"Cusroy, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Fei rode forward on the black horse and roared in the whistling wind in the direction of Cusroy.

"You won," Kusroy said calmly, "It won't be so easy next time."

"As Dalit, you have no future in this country. Why not come to our Han Dynasty. There are two letters of condemnation around you. How about the three of us join forces to kill those two guys? I can guarantee that you will be the orthodox family of Han Dynasty and accept Dalit." Zhang Fei swept over Osven and Deepak with fierceness with his fierceness, and then fell on Cusroy.

"Sorry, if you're talking about the Juroy dynasty, I don't have any interest." Kusroy said calmly, and Osven and Deepak were not alert to Kusroy, and their expressions were as calm as ever.

"You can think more about it. This is probably the case in your life in Kushan. When you come to the Han Dynasty, you can compete for you and those behind you for your military titles, kill the enemy and be promoted." Zhang Fei's voice was a little bit of bewitching.

"Perhaps other Dalits will make choices in this way. In my opinion, the people behind me have chosen the path. If they believe in me, I will give them a background, not by rewards, but by their own strength. I give them hope, and they will have strength themselves, and that's it." Kusroy said calmly.

As Kusroy said, he could not save the Dalit class, but he could give hope to those Dalit who understand and agree with his thoughts and believe that they can make their own choices.

"I can't save all of them, nor can you. To be precise, to be precise, they are the only ones who can save them. They rely on others and never stand up. Are you right?" Cusroy looked at Zhang Fei's eyes as calm as water.

"Yes!" Zhang Fei nodded slightly. Even he had to admit that the other party was right.

"We are not saints, gods and Buddhas, and we are not saviors for anyone. Moreover, there is no need for saviors in this world. It is so arrogant to understand those people from our own perspective and make self-supporting ways. What we think is correct may not be what they want." Cusroy had already awakened.

"At least for me and my soldiers, standing here upright without relying on any other external force, standing in this position that once could not even look up. We do not need your help, and you will not help those who need help appear in front of you." Kusroy said incredibly coldly.

"Let's go, the battlefield is left for you." Zhang Fei glanced at Cusroy. He already understood what the other party was thinking. As for what he wanted, Cusroy would not be able to give it to now. As for restraining the bodies of the soldiers who were injured in the war, it is probably not possible this time.

"The next time will not be so easy." Zhang Fei looked at Osven and others and said coldly before leaving, and then tens of thousands of elite riders quickly took a detour and headed towards the east.

"That's right. Those who determine your status have never been born. No one saves you just because you were not worth saving before, but now it's worth it." Deepak said a little outspoken.

Cusroy paused, then sighed, "So this society has always been so cruel and has never changed."

"No, it's just that you Brahmins have always been like this. Our path to advance to the north has never been closed." Osven said, shook his head, "We never mind absorbing others into our circles, as long as you have enough value and you seem to be suitable to us."

Cusroy didn't say anything and ran towards the burning camp. Then Osven and Deepak chased after him. After extinguishing the flames, the three of them released a large number of scouts, retaining Cusroy's headquarters for defense, and the others tried their best to gather the defeated soldiers.

Soon, tens of thousands of defeated troops were gathered, and then the defeated troops were organized to clean up the battlefield, restoring the battle situation before Baima Yicong and Youyunqi came.

"What is this?" Osven picked up a broken manganese steel blade from the battlefield and asked in confusion. After getting it, Osven frowned. He was so sharp that it was so crisp that it was probably broken by accident using this kind of knife.

"We may have been fooled by the Han army." Deepak rode his horse from afar and greeted Osven with a dark face.

"What's wrong?" Osven asked casually.

Deepak threw a knife magazine directly to Osven. When Baima Yichou was washing the map suddenly, some accidental casualties were inevitable. This was what the Kushan side found when restraining the body of the Han army.

"Blade?" Osven pulled out a piece of it in confusion. Looking at the cold light on it, he couldn't help but look solemn, "So sharp!"

"This is the weapon of those pure white cavalry, and the surviving internal energy of the body just told me how the White Horse Yichi fought." Deepak said with a ferocious expression, "They used this straight long sword to kill from the side of the defeated army at super high speed."

"I don't want an arm when using a straight knife at such a fast speed..." Osven said casually, and as he spoke, a fierce light burst out in his eyes, and he also reacted.

"They are almost out of weapons!" Deepak looked at Osven in shame, blinded by the other party with such means. This was the best time for them to kill the pure white cavalry.
Chapter completed!