novelAbuy Chapter 190 Hanuman Believer Ambassinger
Chapter 190 Hanuman Believer Ambassinger
Ji Nanshou understood. Liu Weiqing meant that the people of Bangladesh had nothing to do with him, and that he, the king of India, was in fact the king of the Han Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, the destruction of Bengal is ultimately not a good thing for us. So many people are our source of tax revenue, and that land still needs to be cultivated!"
Ji Nanshou, who governs Bhutan, which is essentially a small country, understands the plight of the people and immediately voiced his thoughts and doubts.
Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing squinted at the Mughal camp. "The population of India is still far too large. Even after capturing so many Muslims, there are still over ten million. Those twenty thousand cavalrymen can't possibly kill them all!"
"In the end, there will definitely be rebels, namely the righteous army in the Central Plains. These are the righteous armies we need. Aurangzeb will pay the price for this terrible move."
Upon hearing this, Ji Nanshou's pupils constricted!
This is like raising a venomous snake!
With the blood of ten million Hindus, enough elite soldiers could be raised to launch a counterattack against the Mughal army.
Liu Weiqing glanced at Ji Nanshou and said:
"Go, have the cavalry throw their extra longswords and spears into the villages along the way. Oh, and also some bows and arrows, and some of those broken matchlock guns, gunpowder, and lead bullets!"
"If you encounter refugees, tell them that the King of India is holding off the million-strong Mughal army at the front, and urge all patriotic people to fight back. For every Mughal cavalryman killed, you will receive thirty rupees for their head and a bolt of cotton cloth!"
Poisonous, extremely poisonous!
Ji Nanshou felt like his worldview had collapsed.
So this is how war can be played.
You're telling someone to die, and you should thank them!
However, as a general, his first priority is to carry out military orders, and after receiving the order, he immediately went to find someone to do the work.
Only Liu Weiqing remained standing there, sighing.
He didn't want to, but he couldn't think of any other way to resist the Mughals' massive counterattack.
Even before that, he thought that if he couldn't stop the Mughal army, he would first send out his army to fight a long-term guerrilla war against the Mughals.
We'll counterattack once the Han reinforcements arrive!
……
At that very moment, with the speed of cavalry, 20,000 iron cavalrymen had already entered the heart of West Bengal. They then began to divide their forces, forming groups of 500 Mughal cavalrymen each, and they charged in various directions.
One of the groups of five hundred cavalrymen chose to charge into a large village in southeastern Bengal. There, the leading Muslim nobleman raised his spear.
"His Majesty the Emperor orders the killing of all heretics and outcasts; all their possessions are yours!"
Upon hearing that the spoils would be distributed among themselves, the Mughal cavalrymen instantly became breathless. These lowly soldiers were the private armies of Muslim nobles.
Although their usual income was not low, far exceeding that of the Eight Banners' iron-willed peasants at the same time, and even reaching three to four times more, they still had to spend a lot to become great nobles or even local lords.
Those lower-ranking officers, though Muslim nobles, received subsidies from the Mughal Empire and owned a large amount of real estate, and led a hundred private soldiers.
At the same time, because India has so much arable land, their income is comparable to that of princes in the Eight Banners. However, they also want to climb higher, because the higher they go, the better their lives will be.
This is why the Mughals mostly waged small-scale wars, because large-scale conquests would burn through the Mughals' finances.
However, this is also why the soldiers got richer and richer as they fought, which is why they didn't win against the Delhi Sultanate with fewer troops, because the soldiers gained more from the battles.
The Manchus could wage war at will because their military expenditures were minimal. As long as tax revenue was healthy, they could theoretically launch a large-scale war every year. If it weren't for the scarcity of food, they could even wage war indefinitely!
Under the fierce swords of the Mughal cavalry, the entire village of more than two thousand people was slaughtered in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Only a few strong and able-bodied men, or those who had gone out to farm, managed to escape when these young men returned to the village.
All that could be seen were corpses everywhere, and even their gold and silver jewelry had been torn off, covered in blood.
The house was set on fire on the west side, which was meant to cut off their escape route, because the food and livestock inside could not be taken away and were all burned to the ground.
One of them had a Persian appearance, but looked very much like an Indian native. He was 1.9 meters tall, as strong as an ox, and had a red mark painted on his forehead, which was a symbol of the Kshatriya. He looked like a monkey uncle.
He put his hands together and held the golden monkey hanging around his neck in his palms!
"By Hanuman, I, Ambassingh, will inherit your supreme divine power to avenge my fathers and my people, and slay all the invading executioners!"
There were also seventy or eighty young men around him, all of whom were of mixed Persian and Indian descent, and they all looked at Amba Singh.
"Singh, your grandfather and father were both great Kshatriyas, and they even killed more than a dozen Muslim cavalrymen. I believe you will be no less impressive!"
"The King of India is right. Infidels are infidels after all. Even if we don't resist, they will kill us. Let us lead them to take revenge on those executioners!"
"Those Muslims are killing our loved ones like this, you can no longer run away, and God Hanuman will not approve!"
Upon hearing this, Ambassinger opened his eyes, looked at the guys he had lived with for over twenty years, and immediately raised his fist.
"Then let's get to work! In my old family home, there are still ten sets of armor and dozens of swords and shields!"
"But are you afraid of dying?"
"War kills people!"
As a genuine Kshatriya, he still has his possessions, but what Amba Singh is most worried about is whether these people, who have not fought for over a hundred years, are still capable of fighting.
When faced with Ambassinger's question, everyone raised their fists and pounded them hard on their chests, tears streaming down their faces and their voices choking with emotion.
"My parents, wife, and children are all dead!"
"My death will only bring us together again!"
Upon hearing this, Ambasingh said nothing more. That was the most he could say. He then led the remaining people to the old house outside the village.
Although luxurious, the house was uninhabited for a long time, so the Mughal cavalry only conducted a simple search before leaving.
Ambassinger immediately opened the cellar and took out a set of chainmail and a helmet, as well as hundreds of longswords and small shields.
And so, an army of more than eighty people was formed.
That night, Amba Singh led his men in pursuit of the five hundred cavalrymen, but men are no match for horses. They failed to catch the men and instead captured a large number of able-bodied men along the way.
In just three days, they received more than 300 people, all of whom were young and strong, because the old and weak could not run on horseback.
The surname Singh is an old Kshatriya surname in India. Whether Vaishya or Shudra, they are willing to follow orders, so they attach themselves to it very quickly.
Ten days later, Amba Singh had received nearly a thousand people and they had also arrived on the south bank of the Ganges.
This is Rajshahi, the place where the five hundred Mughal cavalrymen rested and prepared to attack.
Because the city is full of wealthy families.
There will be even more oil and fat!