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

Chapter 199 Liu Weiqing: The New Hinduism

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing took out a gold-inlaid jade flintlock pistol from his pocket, loaded it, and personally handed it to Amba Singh before leaving to fight!

As for a sneak attack, Ambassinger wouldn't do that.

Liu Weiqing could sense it.

Besides, everyone around him is one of his own, so he has no chance!

"I hope you will treat believers kindly!"

As expected, Ambassinger did not launch a sneak attack. He said something to Liu Weiqing, then played with the flintlock pistol for a while before putting the muzzle in his mouth.

Without the slightest hesitation, he aimed at the brain and pulled the trigger.

He fell to the ground with a bang.

For those in the know, the best way to die without pain is to shoot themselves, because the gun might shift direction the instant they pull the trigger when they aim at their temple.

The guards immediately stepped forward to pick up the flintlock pistol, but when they were about to hand it to Liu Weiqing, he stopped them.

"Go, find a fine coffin and put my sidearm and all my armor inside!"

"Take it to the Ganges!"

Hinduism favors cremation, but Liu Weiqing followed custom and gave Amba Singh a traditional burial.

The next day, Ji Nanshou led an army of 100,000 to the front of the fortress and joined forces with Liu Weiqing's army of 100,000.

The 200,000-strong army was divided into 200 square formations, with another 20,000 iron cavalry galloping back and forth around it, almost covering the entire plain outside Danbad.

Liu Weiqing is now on a makeshift platform, surrounded by ten Brahmins dressed in white sacrificial robes.

"The executioners who persecuted the homes of believers have been surrounded and wiped out by the army. I, the king, will rebuild your homes!"

"Bring it up!"

At Liu Weiqing's command, two people formed a group and carried baskets to each formation, immediately causing a stir.

Because the basket was full of gleaming silver rupees.

"From now on, you will be the army of the King of India, receiving a monthly salary of one silver rupee, and your families will be allocated ten acres of land. The King of India will also provide you with weapons and armor!"

"You are the new Kshatriyas. But those who desert in the face of battle will be demoted to Dalits!"

As Liu Weiqing spoke, the Brahmins around him translated each sentence, and the generals who had been in communication with him beforehand would speak in turn, making sure that every soldier could hear.

This is also because there are too few Kshatriyas in Bangladesh.

Otherwise, Liu Weiqing would never have dared to do this.

Some Vaishya and Shudra classes, upon hearing that they would later become Kshatriyas, suddenly felt their heads were not enough. Wasn't it said that class was innate?

But who doesn't want a good life?

Becoming a Kshatriya means you can legally hold office and never have to worry about your property being seized by the higher classes.

Most importantly, according to their beliefs, in his next life, and for all his descendants, he will be a Kshatriya.

"Long live the King of India!"

Instantly, the entire fortress erupted in cheers, with everyone shouting "Long live the King of India!" If it weren't for the officers nearby, they probably would have started dancing on the spot.

At this point, Ambassinger and his generals will be completely forgotten by these people.

Seeing that morale was high, Liu Weiqing nodded in satisfaction and immediately waved his hand, "Give them the money!"

I don't know about class distinctions.

Rupees are real stuff!

The atmosphere reached another climax as the generals received the order, grabbed handfuls of rupees, and distributed them to everyone.

"Kill the Mughal Emperor!"

"Cut off his head!"

"Strangle him!"

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Such a commotion had already alerted Aurangzeb on the opposite side, who was already on the castle, trying his best to observe with his telescope, but the distance was too far, and he could only see large swathes of troops.

Not long after, a scout cavalryman rode up to the city walls.

"Your Majesty, it's terrible! General Amir and his more than 20,000 cavalry have been surrounded and annihilated by the rebels near Rajshahi!"

"Right now, the Indian king across the way is giving money to every soldier and promising that anyone who joins the army to fight us will become a Kshatriya!"

"And those who follow us will be reduced to Dalits for all eternity, and they are all shouting that they want to cut off Your Majesty's head."

Aurangzeb, who had always despised Hinduism, was nearly choked by these words. What did he mean by "cut off my head"? He immediately flew into a rage.

"Drag him away and behead him!"

Two guards immediately rushed out of the city gate. Before the scout could react, he was pulled away by the chief.

The minister accompanying the army suddenly changed his expression.

"Your Majesty, it seems we cannot continue fighting. We must return and prepare to suppress those Hindu scoundrels!"

Seeing that Aurangzeb had not yet reacted, the minister immediately stated the Hindu hierarchy.

"Your Majesty, this is tantamount to making those Vaishya and Shudras emperors; they will readily respond!"

"We need to at least clear out some of the Hindus in the north before we can spread this!"

After this explanation, Aurangzeb fully understood his situation and felt a chill run down his spine.

Because previous bans on Hinduism and the demolition of their temples did not affect the interests of ordinary people, but the Indian king on the other side is now opening that door.

If we had known that Muslims only make up about 20% of India's population, then on average, every Muslim would fight against every Indian. This is simply purgatory.

Thinking of this, Aurangzeb immediately gave the order.

"Omar, can you manage to defend the Dambad Line with 50,000 infantry and 10,000 cavalry?"

A general who was 1.8 meters tall, with a full beard, a hooked nose, and was nearly fifty years old, immediately stepped forward from behind after hearing the decree.

"Your Majesty, the cannons! All the cannons must be kept! They are essential for defending against a major enemy offensive!"

"And those 10,000 online trolls, they have to stay too!"

The navy was fine, they were just small boats, but when Aurangzeb heard that all the cannons had to be left behind, he hesitated. That was half of the empire's cannons.

However, after considering the throne and the cannons, Aurangzeb nodded, since cannons could still be built.

"Then leave them all!"

"However, we must not allow the enemy to enter the north!"

Upon hearing this, Omar immediately knelt down on one knee.

"As long as the city stands, we will live!"

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The next day, Liu Weiqing led his 200,000-strong army, whose morale had soared, to the walls of Danbad. He had assumed Aurangzeb would still avoid battle, and that he was there to test his skills.

Unexpectedly, Omar led a large army into battle. The cannons immediately began bombarding the army, and the 30,000 musketeers pressed forward step by step.

Caught off guard, and with the army so densely packed, nearly a thousand people were killed or wounded in an instant, all caused by artillery fire.

Liu Weiqing immediately ordered a retreat.

It took three days for the leader to learn that Aurangzeb had already led his main cavalry force to retreat to Delhi.

It's good to retreat. Anyway, Liu Weiqing didn't want to fight. He left Ji Nanshou and Dorje with 50,000 troops to defend the fortress, and then led the rest of his men back to Dhaka!

He wanted to build roads, distribute land, establish a class of Han Chinese Kshatriya military generals, and create his own Hinduism.