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

Chapter 178 Tibetans: Who says we only know how to rob?

"call!!!"

"Press him down for me!"

"Thirty taels of silver for each cavalryman's head!"

Faced with the Mughal cavalry charging in three columns, meaning one column would inevitably break through the musket formation, he was under immense pressure and immediately tripled the reward.

This is already the reward money for killing the three Manchu bannermen.

Upon hearing this, the Han cavalrymen were instantly energized, charging out of their ranks to intercept the enemy.

Thirty taels of silver and a human head are enough to make the whole family live a good life; two taels are enough to turn their lives around.

Therefore, wars are fought with money.

The more you give, the fiercer your soldiers will be!

The Han army's cavalry was established later, but it was composed of Mongols and Tibetans from Tibet and Qinghai, and its fighting strength was very strong.

The situation was similar for the Mughals. Their Muslim noble cavalry had very strong faith, and their equipment was no worse than that of the Han army.

When the first cavalry ranks of both sides clashed, they were both surprised by the other's fighting prowess, but since they were already locked in combat, it was impossible for them to separate.

As the momentum of the warhorses subsided, both sides engaged in a chaotic melee on horseback, with the sounds of fighting and screams echoing throughout the land.

At the same time, the Mughal central army of 10,000 cavalry charged head-on at the musketeers led by Ji Nanshou.

At 100 meters, Ji Nanshou did not give the order to fire, as the mirror armor could not be penetrated at that distance. When the distance reached 60 or 70 meters, Ji Nanshou fired the first shot with his flintlock pistol.

Faced with such a large cavalry charge, the three musketeer units had already joined together, forming a triangular shape.

After the first 600 men finished firing, they quickly retreated to make room for the second rank to fire.

Each centurion and chiliarch, just like in drills, called out to his subordinates to follow. If he encountered a blockhead, he would be met with a whip.

If a soldier is found to be so frightened that he has gone mad, he will be executed immediately with a flintlock pistol, so as not to give him any chance to disrupt the formation.

The Mughal cavalry, on the other hand, were blocked at a distance of fifty meters, and the number of corpses was increasing. Their warhorses even had to jump to continue their attack.

Shaysta Khan removed his helmet, his sharp fingernails scratching wildly at his scalp, sending dandruff flying everywhere.

In such a short time, at least 3,000 of the 30,000 noble cavalry have been lost, a number he cannot tolerate.

If the emperor knew, even if he was the emperor's own uncle, he would be skinned alive.

Babur Khan, seeing that Shaysta Khan was still worried about casualties, immediately stepped forward and laughed.

"Governor, quickly order the entire army to charge!"

"We still have tens of thousands of fresh troops, while they only have over 20,000 old, weak, and disabled cavalry. What use are they besides looting?"

Shaysta Khan had never fought such a large-scale battle before, so it was normal for him to be a little at a loss. But when he heard Babur say that, his eyes lit up and he immediately gave the order!

"Everyone, including the lowest of the low!"

"Charge, all of you!"

As Shaysta Khan issued his order, the 10,000 troops guarding the central army, along with the remaining 6,000 musketeers, donned long spears and charged towards the Han musketeers.

Meanwhile, the last 50,000 Indian youths, urged on by Shaysta Khan's personal guards, charged toward Liu Weiqing's central army, which consisted of only 1,000 cavalry.

The Mughal army remains strong after the battle, and Liu Weiqing is at his wit's end; he fears he will lose this time!

Musketeers simply couldn't stop the charge of 80,000 enemy troops. After all, muskets are muskets, not cannons!

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After Liu Weiqing closed his eyes and gave the order, he began loading lead bullets into his flintlock pistol, ready to shoot himself at any moment. The king of the Han Dynasty must not be captured by the enemy army.

At the same time, he also regretted that if he had known the Mughals were so powerful, he would have sent even more troops.

Like Qinghai, at least 30,000 able-bodied men could be mobilized, trained, and equipped with armor, making them a formidable fighting force. Ultimately, the Mughals were underestimated.

Liu Weiqing gave the order casually, since apart from the 20,000-odd ordinary Tibetans, there were no soldiers left.

Those Tibetans looked at each other, thinking, "Weren't they here to rob us and then cheer us on? Shall we join in?"

How could we old folks, along with these immature child soldiers, possibly participate in such a high-level battle?

Just as these Tibetans were hesitating, Dorje, a Tibetan boy of sixteen or seventeen, drew his Tibetan knife.

"We've only had a few good days since the Han army came, and now that they've been defeated, are we supposed to continue being slaves to these Persians?"

Ordinary Tibetans cannot distinguish between Mughal nobles and Persians, as they are predominantly Persians, since they all look quite similar.

Dorjee is no small figure now. During his two-week raid, he even used his wisdom to breach a Muslim castle, bringing considerable benefits to many people.

So when many people hear what he says, they are subconsciously willing to listen. When they think about going back to their old lives, each Tibetan seems to have changed.

We can't afford to be born, we can't afford to live, we can't afford to die!

That's their entire Tibetan life!

Dorje was naturally intelligent. Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, he knew he had hit the nail on the head, so he shouted again.

"We can't defeat those Persians, but surely we can defeat the Indians behind them too?"

"If you've got guts, charge at me!"

After Dorje finished speaking, he rushed out first.

He's gambling, gambling that someone will follow suit.

If no one else could keep up, he would join the Han army in the battle. At worst, he would die on the battlefield, since he was all alone and his only sister had been made into a drum.

Now he has nothing left but his burning passion.

The first to follow were several hundred people who had robbed him; they had already reached an understanding.

Then came more than five or six thousand elderly Tibetans who had experienced much hardship and never wanted to go back.

After these people left, the remaining Tibetans discussed it amongst themselves, and another five or six thousand people followed.

As for the rest, they are cowards, or those who have lost their fighting spirit. They are afraid of death and would rather live a humiliating life like dogs.

Seeing that several thousand cavalrymen were following behind, Dorje's courage increased greatly. Instead of attacking the Indian natives, he charged directly towards Shahistah Khan's central banner.

The Mughal commander's banner.

It has a green background with a lion and a sun painted on it.

"Quickly, withdraw your troops and protect me!"

Shaysta Khan had only a thousand cavalrymen with him at the time. When he saw Dorje charging towards him with five or six thousand cavalrymen, he hurriedly ordered a retreat to protect him.

However, he did not specify which army was to be withdrawn. The messenger first changed the drumbeat and ordered the entire army to retreat urgently.

Meanwhile, the Mughal noble cavalry charging ahead were stunned when they heard the drums signaling an urgent retreat.

The enemy's king is right in front of us.

Why withdraw?