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

Chapter 179 Liu Weiqing: Tibetans are extraordinary

Shaysta Khan's military order caused the Mughal noble coalition, which had been in a favorable position, to suddenly become chaotic, and the command of the various generals fell into disarray.

The generals loyal to Shaysta Khan immediately led their personal guards to suppress the charging soldiers and make them turn back quickly.

The generals of the great noble families, however, paid no heed to the danger. Babur Khan, the highest-ranking among them, was the first to charge towards Liu Weiqing's banner.

At this moment, Dorjee was less than thirty meters away from Shaysta Khan, and immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

Dorjee looks to be only a little over 1.6 meters tall, but his whole body is made of muscles, and his arms are like those of a gibbon. He is a natural-born sharpshooter.

call out!

The armor-piercing arrow struck the banner precisely, and the crescent-shaped arrow cut through the ribbons, leaving only the flagpole.

Yes, Dorjee did not shoot anyone.

Shaysta Khan was wearing what looked like fine armor. His bow wasn't a powerful one, and he wasn't confident he could kill the enemy. It would be better to shoot the banner and create chaos for the Mughal army.

Sure enough, the army, which had been barely holding on with the banner, became even more chaotic. On such a huge battlefield, soldiers were already getting confused and bumping into each other.

Dorjee seized the opportunity to switch to a spear and charged towards Shaysta Khan alone. With his agility and the perfect harmony between himself and the warhorse he had raised since childhood, he dodged attacks several times.

Meanwhile, Liu Weiqing, commander of the Han army's central army, was being confronted by more than 5,000 cavalrymen. Upon seeing this, he immediately showed a look of surprise and delight. Why had the enemy's banner suddenly fallen?

Without further thought, he immediately accepted the order!

"Carry the great banner and charge with me!"

Liu Weiqing was very smart. If he retreated, then today would be a battle with no clear winner, and in the end, the Han Dynasty would be defeated.

Because he was an outsider, he was blocked by the snow-capped mountains and Tibet and Qinghai, and supplies and troops could not arrive in time, by which time the Mughal emperor had reacted.

At that time, it won't be tens of thousands of troops coming, but hundreds of thousands or even two hundred thousand, and they might even invade the snowy mountains and surround the Tibet region.

Now, doing the opposite makes a big difference.

Because the Mughal army is already in disarray, as long as Liu Weiqing can withstand the pressure, all the troops will converge on him.

Sure enough, as the red banner with black dragons advanced, the musketeers had already switched to bayonets and charged towards the chaotic Mughal cavalry.

The two-meter-long musket bayonets they carried were made of cannon steel, which was more resilient than traditional spears and caused more damage, easily penetrating chainmail.

At this moment, Ji Nanshou was unable to mobilize his troops because his soldiers were all following the banner. He could only lead his thousand musketeer cavalrymen to join the attack.

At this moment, from the sky, the Han and Mughal armies, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, looked as densely packed as ants.

Shaysta Khan, carrying his bare banner, kept running towards the river, with his army relentlessly pursuing him.

The Indian natives, bewildered by the departure of the noble soldiers who were in charge of them, had no idea what was going on.

So he simply stayed put, planning to follow whoever won, since food and lodging were provided.

At the southernmost edge of the battlefield, Shaysta Khan was still more than fifty meters from the river when he smiled, because there were warships on the riverbank.

call out.

An armor-piercing arrow struck Shaysta Khan's armor again, this time at a distance of only ten meters. The arrowhead pierced through the lens-like armor and penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his body.

Shaysta Khan screamed and fell off his horse. At that moment, he didn't even dare to touch the muzzle of the gun. Almost immediately, he turned around, knelt down, and kowtowed to Dorje, begging for mercy.

"Don't kill me! I'm the Emperor's maternal uncle! Spare me, and I'll give you a fine girl and the highest status!"

Shaysta Khan undoubtedly made the right choice, because as he fell from his horse, Dorje had already drawn his Tibetan knife and rushed forward, ready to cut off his head.

The sharp blade of the Tibetan knife was only two fingers' width away from his neck; if he had been a step slower, his head would have been severed.

Shaysta Khan spoke Persian, which Dorje couldn't understand, but instinctively he felt that keeping the man alive was more useful than killing him.

Just then, seven or eight noble generals led ten thousand cavalrymen in a charge. Upon seeing the captured Shaysta Khan, they immediately ordered a halt to their advance.

This is the emperor's own uncle; if he dies under their coercion, they cannot bear the responsibility.

"Help me! Please help me!"

Seeing this, Shaysta Khan immediately shouted with all his might, but after shouting three times, no one came forward, and his face turned ashen.

He knew that these generals were all waiting, waiting for this soldier to succumb to the pressure and kill him, so that they would immediately retreat and shift all the blame onto him.

He immediately lowered his head and said nothing more.

Just then, screams and the sound of weapons being thrown came from the north. Liu Weiqing's spear had just decapitated Babur Khan.

Many of Babur Khan's noble soldiers, seeing that their masters were dead, could not withstand the pressure and began to flee.

The remaining 20,000-plus Han soldiers fought with increasing ferocity, following Liu Weiqing's banner, their eyes wide and their expressions extremely ferocious.

This is a sign of excessive adrenaline secretion.

The Mughal noble generals surrounding Dorje moved, but instead of rushing towards Dorje, they left from the southwest, because the great river was to the southeast.

With so many troops gathered together, they'll suffer a terrible fate.

After chasing them for three miles and returning, Liu Weiqing was the first to fall from his horse with a thud and immediately lost consciousness.

His mixed-breed Ili horse also lay down and licked Liu Weiqing's helmet with its tongue. There was blood on it, and the blood was salty, so it needed to replenish its salt.

The same was true of his thousand personal guards, who now numbered less than five hundred and were almost all wounded.

This was all because they were being pursued by Babur Khan with five or six thousand troops, and they could only advance and fight their way forward.

The other Han troops, the 20,000 cavalry were in a better position, with more than 12,000 remaining. They still had some strength, so they all dismounted to recover their strength.

Of the 10,000 Han musketeers, less than 3,000 remained intact, as they lacked full armor and had a very low survival rate in the chaos of battle.

Ji Nanshou had a cut on his forehead and was lying helplessly on the ground, covering his wound with a piece of burlap.

Strangely, the 50,000 Indian natives remained standing still, motionless, as if they had never existed.

Just like watching a movie, they are like the audience.

After resting for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the Han army's banner fluttered once more, and Liu Weiqing mounted his horse and rode to Dorje's place immediately.

Of the 10,000 Tibetans who followed Dorje in the charge, all were now wounded, with fewer than 8,000 remaining.

They were not a regular army, just a group of herdsmen and farmers. They had not received any training and did not enjoy any military benefits. It was already a miracle that they could survive with 20% casualties.

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