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

After this battle, Liu Weiqing was surprised to find that many of these Tibetans were listless and dispirited. It seemed that this battle was not like a robbery, and the fighting spirit was incredibly intense.

Thinking of this, Liu Weiqing quickly reached out to stop the commotion, "Everyone, it's hot!"

"Your property has been registered and will be transported back to Lhasa after this battle ends. The army will not take a share of the spoils from those who die in this battle, but will give an extra thirty taels."

"Now, collect your rations and go back!"

Hearing that they would be helped to transport the valuables back to Lhasa, and that the dead would not receive any share but would receive subsidies, these Tibetans suddenly stopped feeling hot and became energetic again.

Liu Weiqing wiped the blood off his body, came up to Dorje, looked him up and down, and then showed an appreciative expression.

"Kid, you're the biggest hero of this battle!"

"What reward do you want?"

"Women, land, or gold and jewels?"

"Even a tribal chief will do!"

Hearing these words, Dorjee was not excited. Instead, he stomped on Shaysta Khan.

"My lord, I wish to fight alongside you!"

"Yes, I want to join the army!"

Liu Weiqing stroked the downy hair on his lips. He wanted this guy to join the army. He had never fought a war, yet he knew how to lead people to strike at the heart of the matter. This Jian Shou was a born warrior.

That was just a test.

"Then serve as my personal guard for now!"

After Liu Weiqing finished speaking, he squatted down and looked at Shaysta Khan, then patted his face with his palm.

"Old man, he's still pretty good at fighting!"

"But even the strongest fighter can't defy fate!"

Shaysta Khan couldn't understand, but he could feel the extreme humiliation. His eyes were bloodshot, and even when Dorji trampled on him, he frantically clawed at the ground.

Liu Weiqing shook his head. This person was already useless. There was no point in bullying such a person. He immediately led his personal guards to the crowd. There was no need to go to the Indian natives. The translator immediately came to the crowd and shouted.

"Who are you all leading?"

"Step forward, everyone! The King of India has something to say!"

These Indian natives looked at each other in bewilderment. They had no high-ranking officials; the highest-ranking officer was a centurion. This was because the Mughal nobles were wary of them becoming too powerful.

However, they also had their own methods, which was to select the older, Hindu Brahmins and Kshatriyas, who were usually nobles.

Soon, ten people came out, one of whom, a man who looked like King Bahubali, stepped forward and put his hands together.

The King of Hanging Up is here

"My name is Madhav, a Kshatriya nobleman from Basel, and I am willing to serve the great King of India!"

Seeing this posture and demeanor, Liu Weiqing, who understood Hinduism, instantly knew why the 50,000 troops were standing still—they must have already heard his story.

In other words, the saying that "no taxes will be levied when the King of India arrives" has already spread among the Indian landowning class!

This was exactly the effect Liu Weiqing wanted, so he immediately put his hands together in a gesture of reverence.

"I, Liu Weiqing, will establish a kingdom belonging to Hinduism on this continent. Brahmins will continue to lead the teachings, Kshatriyas will safeguard religious rights, and everyone will be free to do their own thing!"

"And the kingdom's army will annihilate all heretics."

When the translator read Liu Weiqing's words aloud, the crowd at the front immediately buzzed with noise, and finally burst into loud cheers.

Although Liu Weiqing couldn't understand what they were saying, he knew they were talking.

Long live the Nation of India! Long live the King of India!

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Madhav and the remaining nine men all prostrated themselves before Liu Weiqing, sticking their heads out to kiss his boots.

This is the highest form of Hinduism.

This signifies submission and recognition of God!

Liu Weiqing had never experienced such a grand ceremony before. He suppressed the tremor in his heart and suddenly drew his sword.

"Now then, let us conquer Dhaka and restore our Hindu temples in this land!"

These 50,000 troops, having learned the cause and effect through the dissemination, were reborn as if they had been given a new lease on life. They all changed from their previous slump and became as if they had been given a cheat code.

They're howling and eager to go to war!

……

In just three days, with the assistance of the Hindu nobles of Bengal, the army successfully crossed the river and completely besieged the city of Dhaka.

Since the Muslim nobles fled southwest or northwest, Dhaka had less than 5,000 sailors left, who were unable to effectively stop them.

When the Han army entered the Dhaka governor's palace, all the lower-class Hindus, armed with farm tools, arrested the Muslim nobles one by one.

They couldn't beat them, they simply couldn't beat them. The Indian natives, who usually seemed so timid, were incredibly brave, standing tall and proud, singing songs of triumph over the serfs.

Liu Weiqing, looking at the unique castle, curiously rode his horse around it.

Everywhere there are domes, made of granite and carved with statues of gods, and the floors are made of marble. It looks more luxurious than the buildings in the Central Plains.

"I wonder what the Mughal capital, Delhi, and the Taj Mahal, which cost a fortune, are like?"

Just then, Dorje arrived with ten personal guards. It was almost July. Dorje, dressed in a new military uniform and wearing leather boots, endured the humid heat and saluted Liu Weiqing.

Just then, Dorje arrived with ten personal guards. It was almost July. Dorje, dressed in a new military uniform and wearing leather boots, endured the humid heat and saluted Liu Weiqing.

"Your Majesty, all 16,000 Muslim merchants and indigenous people have been concentrated in the military camp. General Ji, what should be done with them?"

Since the decision has been made to follow Hinduism, then Muslims cannot be accepted, because the two groups are incompatible.

Because Hinduism is polytheistic and emphasizes cause and effect and retribution in the next life, it requires people to obey the higher castes so that they can be reborn into a higher caste in the next life.

Islam believes in one true God and emphasizes faith in God. The key point is that there is no afterlife. If you do evil, you will go to hell to suffer after death!

One is subject to reincarnation, the other is not.

Natural opposites!

Therefore, the more Liu Weiqing learned about and understood the Mughal emperor Akbar, the more he admired him.

This guy actually managed to get these two incompatible religions to live on the same land.

Thinking of this, Liu Weiqing looked at the rugged official road in Dhaka and revealed a shrewd look.

"It would be a waste to kill these people; we can't let them go to waste. Let's put them all into a unit and have them build the official road from Dhaka to Bhutanwe. That would be a way for them to continue contributing to this land!"

"Dorje, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Dorje shuddered, a hint of fear in his eyes. He now knew a great deal.

For example, the mining and road construction in the Great Han Kingdom were truly inhuman. Many of the Tibetan leaders died in the mines or on the construction sites.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

……

The Han army did not stop there; the next day they launched an attack to the west, but their advance eventually came to a halt in Bengal, which will later become East and West Bengal.

Controlling the Ganges River estuary and the Bay of Bengal is all you need!

Liu Weiqing knew that rashly occupying too much territory without first assimilating the local nobles would only make it harder to avoid the wrath of the Mughal emperor.