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

Chapter 195 Amba Singh: Who dares to defy the King of India?

After seeing the situation clearly, Amir realized that these Hindu cavalrymen, after being killed, did not dismount but remained hanging on their horses.

It turns out that these people had their entire lower body tied to the saddle with hemp ropes, which meant they were essentially bound to the horse's back, thus alleviating their poor riding skills.

However, this approach also has obvious drawbacks. Because the legs are fixed in place, the direction of the warhorse's run cannot be effectively controlled, and it can only charge forward headlong.

"I see. I never expected these Hindus to be so shrewd. Their defeat this time was well-deserved!"

Amir couldn't help but admire Ambassingh, a man of great magnanimity, and couldn't help but praise him, because binding a horse to a saddle like that was tantamount to not thinking about surviving.

Before long, all of Amir's cavalrymen were slowed down by the halted horses and came to a standstill.

A large number of Indian soldiers wielding long swords and hammers quickly surrounded and attacked. Against the infantry's agile movements, those without cavalry speed were sitting ducks.

Of his thousand personal guards, less than 30% had been killed. He knew he could not break through and today would be his death anniversary. But thinking of being captured and humiliated, Amir did not hesitate and charged forward alone.

"Long live Aurangzeb, the conqueror of the world!"

As one of the three great generals of the Mughal Empire, he had his own pride, and surrender was absolutely out of the question.

As for the soldiers?

In religious wars, there are never any survivors!

When Amir saw him charging at him with a spear, Ambassing was overjoyed and immediately switched to an identical spear to fight back.

The two were evenly matched in martial arts. When they passed each other, neither of their spears hit the other. Amir, being experienced, even planned to attack again with the end of his spear.

But Ambassinger, being younger and more agile, didn't defend at all and instead drew his scimitar in a backhand motion.

After taking a blow from the spear's tail, a cutting sound followed, and Amir's head was severed. Ambassinger grabbed his hair.

There was no excitement, only respect for the veteran. Ambassinger quickly tore off his cloak, covered his head with it, and prepared to find a good place to bury it.

The surrounding Mughal cavalry, seeing their commander killed, showed no sign of surrendering; instead, they fought with even greater ferocity.

Before Amir set off, he had said many times that the parents, wives and children of these rebels had all been killed by them, and that surrendering would only result in even more cruel torture.

Just then, more than thirty war elephants charged from behind, ramming and trampling the Mughal cavalry at the rear.

At the same time, more than 500 cavalrymen charged in from the left.

With the three armies now in place, the Mughal cavalry, who could have put up some resistance, were quickly cut off and disintegrated under the siege of the three rebel forces.

As more and more rebel infantrymen arrived, the battlefield soon quieted down, leaving only the wounded rebels lying on the ground, groaning softly. But perhaps only God could save them; the rebels had no medicine.

Not long after, the once united rebel army broke into conflict after killing the Mughal cavalry, with the two sides arguing incessantly.

Ambassinger, who was preparing to meet with the other two rebel leaders to discuss the next move, had no choice but to ride his horse to the center of the battlefield to mediate.

The dispute wasn't about treasure or food, but about the armor left behind by the Mughal cavalry. Upon seeing this, Amba Singh nodded, even showing an expression of appreciation.

Without firearms, armor was a soldier's second life. The fact that they were willing to seize it shows that they were all elite soldiers who knew the cruelty of war.

However, they couldn't be allowed to argue indefinitely, so Ambassinger drew his saber and rushed forward.

He first inserted the sword in the very center, and seeing that all the soldiers were intimidated, he then pointed to the sword on the ground.

"Stop it, all of you! This knife is the boundary. Everyone take what they need, and no more fighting!"

With Amba Singh in charge, the spoils of war were distributed extremely quickly, and the Mughal cavalry were completely wiped out!

Just then, two tall, dark-skinned, muscular men dressed in armor, clearly native Kshatriyas, rode over together on horseback.

Amba Singh is a follower of Hanuman. While possessing great strength, he must remain humble and take the initiative to step forward.

"Ambassinger!"

The two men exchanged a glance. Even though they already knew that Amba Singh was from an old Kshatriya family, upon first meeting him, they still had a slight urge to kneel down and kiss his toes.

"Raj, Sharma!"

"Sanjay, Menon"

Amba Singh nodded in agreement. Both families were prominent noble families in western Bengal, possessing castles, vast farmlands, and numerous servants.

As for social class, it has been over a hundred years since the Mughal invasion and no research has been conducted. However, since they wore Kshatriya attire, they may indeed have been Kshatriyas.

Before long, the battlefield became a camp, and the three leaders gathered in the central tent. Ambasingh didn't really want to stay, so he was the first to speak.

"Gentlemen, is there anything else you need? If not, let's set off for the fortress tomorrow morning. The Indian king's forces and supplies are running low, and we must go and help!"

Neither of them spoke upon hearing this. Instead, they stood up and clapped their hands. Then the curtain was lifted, and twelve Brahmins with sideburns, dressed in white priestly robes, walked in.

One of the oldest, a Brahmin with a full beard, turned to look at Amba Singh.

"Singh, you come from the Kshatriya family in the north. You are brave and warlike, and your military leadership is superior to theirs. I hope you will join us!"

Ambassinger instantly sensed something, but he chose to remain silent and instead revealed a meaningful smile.

"Join you?"

"Aren't we under the rule of the King of India?"

"He is also the Hindu protector of Dharma!"

The old Brahmin shook his head upon hearing this, pointed to the two Kshatriyas and Amba Singh, and finally pointed to himself.

"We have confirmed that Liu Weiqing is from the East, from a country called the Great Han, and is the nephew of that country's emperor!"

"Therefore, he is not Indian, much less a Hindu, and he cannot be our king!"

"And the three of you can work together in Bengal to build three kingdoms and become kings of your respective territories!"

Ambassinger fell silent upon hearing this.

Indeed, he was somewhat tempted. Who could refuse to be king, especially since his family had been the Kshatriya royal family more than a thousand years ago.

Just then, Raj Sharma, seeing that Ambassinger remained silent, immediately showed an impatient expression.

"We've received word from the Mughal Emperor that if we unite and join him in attacking Liu Weiqing, he will recognize our respective kingdoms!"

With a clang, the scimitar was drawn!

With a single stroke, Amba Singh decapitated Raj Sharma, then turned his fierce gaze toward Sanjay Menon.

"You are all apostates!"

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