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

Chapter 191 Ambah Singh: What a wonderful Indian King

The city is not large, with a maximum population of 20,000 to 30,000 people. The city wall is a six-meter-high rammed earth wall with large and small holes on it, as if it could collapse at any time!

The wooden door was also peeling paint, and the cracks were wide enough to fit a finger.

Fortunately, a moat five or six meters wide kept these Mughal cavalrymen out of the city.

Meanwhile, in the western camp of the city, Mughal cavalrymen were kissing bloodstained gold jewelry and brand-new saris, their eyes filled with excitement.

There's no way around it; even the Vaishya and Shudra families in the countryside will go to great lengths to buy gold and silver jewelry, and store high-quality saris in their cabinets, even if they don't wear them—it's in their nature.

Gold, silver, and saris, regardless of the era, are all hard currencies that can be exchanged for money.

In the central tent of the camp, more than thirty elite guards remained, still in their armor.

"Those damned bastards, they actually know how to resist now, how much have they lost today?"

The speaker was one of the five leading Mughal nobles in the large tent, and also the highest-ranking official there.

These five men were the managers of these five hundred cavalrymen. When there was no war, these cavalrymen would live in their territory and had great power!

"My lord, this area is surrounded by dense forests and swamps. Those lowly people hide there and shoot arrows from the shadows, making it impossible to defend against! Moreover, eight more were ambushed today, and the arrowheads were poisoned; they are beyond saving. We have now lost thirty-two men, and the soldiers are starting to feel fear!"

The officer addressed as "Sir" squeezed hard, deforming the gold nose ring on his head, before nodding.

"In that case, we will retreat after capturing this city tomorrow. We have slaughtered at least three large villages along the way, and at least five or six thousand people. That will be considered as completing His Majesty's mission."

He chuckled again, pointing to the packages scattered all over the ground.

"Even if we're going to continue the operation, we'll have to come back another time. We can't carry all these treasures with us; it's safest to put them back in the barracks!"

Soon, all the Mughal cavalrymen received orders to withdraw after the siege the next day, and they removed their armor and began to cool off.

Daytime temperatures in Bangladesh can reach as high as 36 degrees Celsius, accompanied by high humidity, making it difficult for outsiders to cope.

Just then, the sounds of fighting came from outside the makeshift fence of the camp. The shouts of "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" echoed throughout the city, waking up the Mughal cavalrymen.

Chainmail has its advantages, namely that one person can wear it. Only mirrored armor requires the cooperation of teammates, but it also only requires tightening the leather.

When the innermost Mughal cavalry charged out, they saw more than thirty groups of armored Indian natives, led by a tall man, slaughtering the hundred night watchmen in a rout.

Countless people followed behind. As soon as a Mughal cavalryman in armor fell to the ground, five or six people would rush over, stabbing him with daggers, digging with their hands, and frantically biting his neck.

This is to vent the hatred in their hearts!

"These lowly people are wearing our armor, and they're the ones attacking the army! Can anyone tell me how they have so many weapons?!"

The five leaders who had just arrived at the scene exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this. The Mughals had a strict ban on iron, so how could these commoners have weapons, including muskets and bows and arrows?

"Long live the King of India!"

"Hanuman is invincible!"

At this moment, Amba Singh felt his blood boiling. He wielded his sharp scimitar with unparalleled precision, each strike aimed at either the throat or the armpit.

He never expected that while he was worrying about weapons, a group of Han soldiers, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, would find them and say that the King of India was fighting on the front lines for Hinduism, and was being shot by more than a dozen arrows but was not retreating.

However, the Mughal army numbered a million, and the Indian king was already deeply surrounded. He deliberately sent out these weapons in an attempt to awaken the Hindus.

What a good king! He fights and bleeds himself, yet he still worries about these believers. What does it matter if they are different in skin color and appearance? I, Ambassinger, must be loyal!

As nearly a thousand young Indian men charged forward with a desire for revenge, these newly recruited cavalrymen, without horses and even with armor, were no match for the relentless and fearless fighting.

Soon, Amba Singh killed three of the five noble generals of the Mughal army, and the remaining two fled westward with their men.

Just then, the city gates of Rajshahi opened, and a hundred soldiers wielding scimitars and spears surrounded the camp from behind, trapping the last fifty-odd Mughal soldiers.

He then died amidst screams of agony!

Ambasingh planted the rebellion in the ground, approached the guards, and looked puzzled.

Who are you?

Amba Singh recalled that the Indian king did not station troops in various cities, but instead led his army to the front lines.

Just then, a super fat man weighing at least 300 pounds walked over step by step. He was wearing a green headscarf with a ruby ​​embedded in it and a gold necklace around his neck.

Upon approaching Amba Singh, he bowed deeply in greeting.

"I am Vaishyahari, the greatest merchant of this city. Warrior of the Kshatriyas, I hope you will defend our city and protect our safety!"

Amba Singh understood that this meant he, a Kshatriya, was to become the lord of Rajshahi City.

However, this would be considered a betrayal of the Indian king, since he did not personally bestow the title. This would be considered a betrayal or a sign of disloyalty anywhere.

This is something Vaishya merchants often do, hoping to use it to climb the social ladder; it can also be considered a form of business.

If it were the previous Ambah Singh, he would have believed that this Indian king harbored ill intentions, would surely seize the city, and then expand his power to establish his own kingdom.

But now.

Puff puff!

Ambassinger pulled out a dagger and stabbed Harry's enormous belly a dozen times. He then wiped the blade clean and looked at the restless guards.

"This man wants me to inherit Rajshahi City, betraying the great Indian King, Lord of the Ganges, and Protector of the Dharma. What do you think? Should he be killed?"

Most of the guards were Shudras, but when they were reprimanded by Amba Singh, a Kshatriya, their legs immediately went weak, and they all dropped their weapons and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Ambassinger nodded upon seeing this. As a Kshatriya family that had been in power for thousands of years, they certainly had this much courage. He then looked at the soldiers behind him.

"Gather food to cook!"

"Anyone who can ride a horse, sign up!"

Ambassinger hadn't forgotten that there were still over a thousand warhorses here. Even if no one knew how to ride, having them by his side to escort supplies would be beneficial.

After resting for a night, the next day Amba Singh led his soldiers, equipped with chainmail and mirror armor, southward, intending to kill more Mughal cavalry.

Relieve the pressure on the King of India!