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

As the sun set, the Mughal 3,000 infantrymen who had attacked had already lost 700 or 800 men, but they still could not break through the first row of ruins. Amir had no choice but to order a retreat.

Meanwhile, the Indian soldiers on the ruins stood jubilantly, raising their scimitars and shouting.

"Long live the King of India!"

"Kill all the heretics!"

Lying beside the mound of earth, Dorjee, who was bandaging his wrist, looked puzzled upon seeing this. He felt that these Indian soldiers had suddenly become different.

Seems to have a bit of a fighting spirit?

As for the knife wound on his arm, it was because he is Tibetan and is very sensitive to heat, so he didn't wear an arm guard.

Fortunately, the injury was on the back; if the meridians in the wrist had been severed, the person would have become disabled.

Those Indian soldiers in the distance, unaware of the situation, had not witnessed it firsthand and did not know what was going on, but their enthusiastic shouts meant they had won!

Immediately, everyone joined in the shouting.

The sound reverberated throughout the entire Danbad defense line.

……

Amid the cheers of the Indian soldiers, the atmosphere inside the castle in Danbad was unusually tense. Aurangzeb's eagle eyes swept over all the senior generals!

"Tell us all!"

"How could these cowardly commoners unleash such fighting power? When will the empire be able to reclaim Bengal?"

Aurangzeb asked this question because Amir had already reported the situation of the battle, and when he learned that all the resistance was from Indian natives, he was also incredulous.

If all Indian indigenous people were like that, what would be the point of this game? You have to understand that Bangladesh has more than ten million people, and 70% of them are Hindu.

Ten million! That's the entire Mughal Empire. The Muslims would get more than a third of that. Wouldn't that be outrageous?

Hearing Aurangzeb's question, all the generals lowered their heads, looking helpless.

Thinking to himself, "Isn't all of this your own doing? Burning down Hindu temples on a large scale and forcing people to change their beliefs, how can they not fight you to the death?"

Seeing that no one answered, Aurangzeb knew why, so he patted the armrest of the throne, his face sinister.

"Amir, I'm giving you 20,000 cavalry. Charge in through the breach in waves, and kill! Kill all Hindus without mercy!"

"I will make these heretics tremble with fear!"

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

"We will never let Your Majesty down!"

Aurangzeb's idea was simple: Liu Weiqing had too few soldiers, otherwise he wouldn't have built a defensive line.

Then the rear will definitely be empty. If 20,000 cavalry enter the Bengal plains and wreak havoc, how can those Hindus still believe that Liu Weiqing can protect them?

……

Meanwhile, Liu Weiqing, taking advantage of the remaining light, immediately gathered all the Indian soldiers who had fought their way through the battle, and colorful ribbons were hung everywhere in the camp.

He wanted to make grand promises to his uncle, to these brave and daring Kshatriyas, and to boost the morale of these Indian soldiers!

After a bloody battle, the three thousand Indian soldiers are now reduced to less than two thousand, but they are clearly showing signs of fighting spirit, and their faces no longer show any signs of merriment.

To be more precise, that means they had the soldiers' prototype.

Besides these nearly two thousand Indian soldiers, there were also a thousand Kshatriyas around them, who were also centurions of this army of one hundred thousand.

As for the commanders of a thousand men, they were all elite soldiers of the Han army.

It's not that we don't trust them, but that they have absolutely no military foundation; a centurion is their limit.

"The King of India, Lord of the Ganges, Dharma King who protects the Dharma, bestows upon the warriors who protect the Dharma the highest honor!"

As a hundred Brahmins shouted in unison, Liu Weiqing, accompanied by his personal guards, stepped forward and, in front of all the Kshatriyas, bestowed upon them gold-threaded turbans and a gilded, high-quality dagger in the presence of the King of India, the Dharma King.

The scene immediately became lively. The King of the Fa bestowed this honor, which was the highest honor. This was the newborn Kshatriya.

There is little warfare in Bengal, and the Mughal Muslim invasion further reduced the already small number of Kshatriyas. Of the thousand who claim to be Kshatriyas, most cannot prove which family they come from or when they became Kshatriyas.

Liu Weiqing, dressed in full armor, took the center position, with a translator standing beside him ready to translate at any moment.

"Hindus!"

"I don't want to say much about the Kshatriyas of the past, but from this day forward, you are the Kshatriyas recognized by me, the King of India, the Lord of the Ganges, and the Dharma Protector!"

"Any Hindu who sheds blood to protect their faith is a Kshatriya!"

"However, in the war to come, anyone who dares to retreat a step or step forward to fight will be demoted to a Dalit by me, in my capacity as the Protector of the Fa!"

As the translator loudly proclaimed, all the Kshatriyas showed expressions of horror: Dalits, those are untouchables, slaves worse than slaves, not even human.

Liu Weiqing took in everyone's expressions, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up. He didn't know this before, but he found out after discussing it with the senior Brahmin.

He was born a Kshatriya and will remain a Kshatriya for life, that's for sure.

However, the Dharma protector can personally expel him from the Kshatriya caste, demote him to Vaishya, or even firstly, reduce him to Dalit.

This is his right, and it is also the means by which the Aryans, who created this system, governed the Indians, a system that has remained unchanged throughout the Hindu dynasties.

That's exactly what Liu Weiqing wants. As long as these Kshatriyas go back and spread the word, those Vaishyas and Shudras who were brought in to make up the numbers will go crazy.

They would be eager to go to the battlefield.

This is similar to the practice of establishing separate family genealogies in the Central Plains. Starting from him, his descendants are Kshatriyas, who have the opportunity to become leaders.

When Liu Weiqing announced the end of the war, Kshatriya returned to his various military camps and told them about it, which caused a frenzy among all the lower classes.

……

The next day, Liu Weiqing returned to the front line, intending to see the results, but the sun was high in the sky and the Mughal army had not made any move.

Just as Liu Weiqing was wondering, Ji Nanshou came running over, panting heavily, and pointed in the direction of the swamp.

"Your Majesty, the Mughal cavalry, starting this morning, have charged through the breach at least twenty times, each time in groups of a thousand!"

"This time, we really need to attack from both sides!"

"We need to think of something!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing's lips curled up, and he burst into wild laughter. Just as Ji Nanshou was trembling all over, he leaned against the rammed earth mound and said:

"Just as I expected. If we attack and resist, the Mughal emperor will definitely send troops to Bengal to plunder!"

Seeing Ji Nanshou's puzzled look, Liu Weiqing chuckled, "Do you know about how Huang Taiji led his troops to plunder Hebei, causing the Ming Dynasty to lose the hearts and minds of the people of Hebei?"

As a general of the Southern Ming Dynasty, Ji Nanshou gave his subconscious answer.

"To be precise, there were no fewer than five raids on Hebei, causing widespread suffering among the people. The imperial court was short of funds at the time and could not provide timely relief, leading to discontent and unrest among the people!"

Liu Weiqing clapped his hands in praise, then pointed in the direction of Bangladesh, and then pointed to himself.

"What a pity, I am not Emperor Chongzhen, nor are the people of Bengal or the people of Hebei!"