The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Chapter 175 Liu Weiqing: When the rebel leader comes, we will not pay taxes, do you understand?

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Like the Han Dynasty, each city had tens or hundreds of thousands of people, something no other country in that era possessed.

Even though the Mughals had a population of over 150 million, they still didn't have any decent cities because they planned their cities around the nobility.

Local nobles would build castles to rule over the peasants of the surrounding three western counties, while lesser nobles would build manors, which were built high with bricks in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

People like Harry belong to the Vaishya class and acquire their wealth through commerce; they cannot be considered nobles.

The manor's walls were only a little over three meters high, and the interior could only accommodate less than a hundred people, all of whom were the master and servants.

When the more than eighty Tibetans surrounded them, the guards patrolling the watchtower immediately noticed and sounded the alarm.

Harry was a 300-pound fat man who looked to be close to ten years old. He was wearing a white outfit and was eating gravy lamb chops with rice.

Good heavens, it's as big as a washbasin!

Just as Harry was enjoying his curry, he heard an alarm bell. Despite his round, plump body, he was surprisingly agile and stood up with a push of his hands.

"Those damned bastards, don't they know it's my mealtime? How dare they gather in a crowd and cause trouble? I'll slaughter a few of them today!"

"Follow me, everyone!"

At Harry's beckoning, the twenty burly men sitting down immediately stood up. They were wearing vests that revealed their muscular arms. Each of them had a fierce look on their face and was clearly not a good guy.

These are all illegitimate children of the Harry family, meaning their fathers were servants of the Harry family.

Controlling three surrounding villages and so much land—without such military force, one would be nothing more than a fish on a chopping board.

When Harry and his men arrived outside the manor, they found that two gatekeepers and a servant guarding the arrow tower had been riddled with bullets.

People wearing vests and with long hair are climbing the city wall, and they have already poked their heads out.

Harry, thinking they were bandits, immediately gave the order!

"Go, kill them."

These thugs, employed by the Harry family, were very strong. Just when Harry thought victory was assured, he saw the bandits who had landed immediately draw their bows and nock their arrows.

These Tibetan herders often shoot arrows to defend themselves from wolves while herding their livestock. They are so skilled at this that they can pull out a slingshot and grab the thugs by the throat before they can even react.

Harry, weighing 300 pounds, couldn't escape even if he wanted to after realizing the henchmen weren't up to the task.

One of the young Tibetans, upon seeing this, immediately began to curse.

"He's so fat he's practically bloated, even fatter than Chief Asa. I wonder how many people he's oppressed to get this fat!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Tibetan man beheaded Harry with his Tibetan knife.

Upon seeing this, the elderly Tibetans nearby all began to praise him.

"Dorje is so young yet so brave; he will definitely join the Han army this year and become our pride!"

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan man named Dorje revealed an arrogant expression and charged at Hali's tribesmen and servants with a knife in hand.

These people were not very skilled in martial arts and were quickly killed.

Next, we need to retrieve the items, and nobody wants someone to suddenly appear and stab them in the back.

Upon entering Harry's courtyard, Dorjee and all the Tibetans drooled, because there was still a lot of food left in the courtyard, especially Harry's lamb chop curry rice, which was the size of a washbasin.

"They wanted to eat it themselves, it's not poisonous!"

After Dorje finished speaking, he couldn't wait to start eating. Because Indian spices are unparalleled, Harry, as a low- to middle-class landowner, used a lot of them.

For these Tibetans who eat barley and cured meat year-round, these are the ultimate delicacies, and they don't care about their appearance at all.

Early the next morning, outside Harry's Manor, more than eighty Tibetans were already dressed and ready to go. They looked to be in very good spirits and were even burping.

However, the caravan now includes ten mules, seven oxen, and draft horses, all carrying bundles of various sizes filled with precious fabrics, gemstones of all colors, gold and silver jewelry, bronzeware, and more.

There were even chickens, ducks, and geese that were tied up.

As for food.

Dorje rode his horse to the middle of the village, drew his sharp Tibetan knife, and slashed open a sack with one stroke. Grains of rice flowed out of the sack like sand.

"The great Han emperor has sent a new king to India. As long as you follow the new Indian king, you will no longer have to pay taxes, you will have enough to eat, and you will also have freedom of religion!"

Dorjee spoke Bengali, albeit haltingly, and spoke very slowly, repeating himself three times before leaving the village.

This was not Dorje's initiative, but rather Liu Weiqing's instruction that Tibetan youths who were able to learn should say this to ordinary people when robbing nobles and landlords.

Does that sound familiar?

That's right, this is Liu Weiqing, who made up his own slogan by imitating Li Zicheng, including the saying "When the King of Chuang comes, there will be no more taxes."

Since these Tibetans couldn't take the grain from the Mughal nobles' homes anyway, they might as well use it to win people's hearts.

Once this slogan gets out, Liu Weiqing will definitely win over a lot of public support if he steps forward again.

Sure enough, after Dorjee left, all the Bangladeshi people who understood the meaning of his words knelt down and silently prayed.

"Welcome the new king! No taxes required!"

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More than 18,000 Tibetans scattered across the vast plains of Bengal may not seem like many, but by adhering to the principle of not disturbing the people, in just half a month, more than 60% of the nobles in northern Bengal were plundered.

If these Tibetans encounter a fortress belonging to a powerful noble family and cannot break through, they will call for reinforcements. When two or three thousand people attack together, the probability of breaching the fortress increases significantly.

These high-ranking nobles were not like the lower-ranking nobles; in addition to livestock and grain, they also possessed artillery and firearms.

Once the enemy is breached and firearms are obtained, it will be like adding wings to a tiger, rendering the initial attack on a medium-sized fortress useless.

Liu Weiqing's 30,000-strong army continued to follow at a leisurely pace. Every day, a large number of Tibetans returned, and the army simply couldn't accommodate them all, not because they didn't want to continue looting.

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Dhaka is situated between two major rivers and a tributary, forming a triangle. In the very center stands a castle with ten-meter-high walls, and numerous caravans and merchants come and go through the western gate.

This is the Governor-General's residence in Bengal, the largest city in Dhaka, and the location of the city center in later generations.

At the very center of the castle stood an elderly man, nearly eighty years old, with a Turkic appearance, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe and wearing a beige turban. This was none other than Shaysta Khan, the Governor-General of Bengal.

At that moment, he was looking at a white man with an imposing air, brandishing a jeweled dagger in his hand.

"According to you Dutch, there's a vast empire called the Great Han that has already conquered the snowy mountains and is now bringing its army to attack my Mughal Empire?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Shaysta Khan laughed loudly, but suddenly turned hostile and pressed the short knife in his hand against the Dutchman's neck.

"Just a few years ago it was still the Qing Dynasty!"

"Now it's the Han again!"

"Do you think I'm easy to fool?"