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

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An army of 100,000—this has already exceeded the budget.

After all, Liu Weiqing was already happy if he could raise 30,000 brave and daring soldiers, but he never expected there to be so many.

Now resisting Aurangzeb is no longer a difficult task.

He immediately and happily drank a glass of wine.

Of course, Zhang Ying, standing to the side, had a look of utter dismay on her face, and even dropped her wine glass.

Seeing this, Liu Weiqing slapped the table in displeasure.

"Prime Minister, what has caused you such alarm?"

Zhang Ying looked around and whispered.

"Your Majesty, I haven't been idle lately. I've been researching the historical records of this land, and it turns out that all of Singh's surnames belong to the royal class!"

"Their prestige in India is too great, and now they command an army of 100,000. They pose the greatest threat to Your Majesty's authority. They could even seize power by joining forces with those Brahmins. How can I not be alarmed?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the wine glass, spilling the wine onto his crotch.

The imperial court sent an urgent message, saying they needed young men from Korea, but no specific timeframe was given.

There are still too few Mongolians and Han Chinese around them. Even if the Tibetans who are gradually adapting are added, it is still not enough. The key is that they only like the mountains of Bhutan.

If Amba Singh were to raise the banner and declare himself king now, his reign as King of India, Lord of the Ganges, and Protector of the Dharma would likely come to an end!

Thinking of this, Liu Weiqing grabbed Zhang Ying's hand.

"Prime Minister, do you have any ideas?"

Liu Weiqing was still young and hadn't read many books, so he subconsciously thought that educated people were more cunning.

Zhang Ying waved her hand, revealing a confident expression.

"Your Majesty, the fact that Amba Singh is beckoning over like this shows that he has no intention of rebelling, and may not even know about the front lines or that there is no war going on. Of course, it is also possible that he is confused by the availability of food and weapons."

"Therefore, Your Majesty, you must immediately order a news blackout, and make the entire army appear disheveled. You yourself must feign illness, and then invite him to the main tent for a meeting. At that time..."

As Zhang Ying spoke, she made a throat-slitting gesture.

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing hesitated for a moment. Wasn't this the same method his uncle used to deal with the nobles of the Dzungar Khanate?

Why do they all like to use this trick?

Seeing Liu Weiqing's hesitation, Zhang Ying assumed it was because he was afraid of damaging his reputation, so she immediately offered words of advice.

"Your Majesty, those who achieve great things throughout history have not been concerned with trivial matters!"

"Back in the day, Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, even set up a Feast at Hongmen, intending to kill my Emperor Gaozu. Otherwise, if Gaozu had been clever, the Han Dynasty would be gone!"

Oh wow, so that's where the root of the problem lies.

Emperor Gaozu of Han had experienced the Feast at Hongmen.

Liu Weiqing was also amazed, and quickly clapped his hands. A guard immediately walked in.

"Go tell Ji Nanshou that all Han cavalry should have some blood on their bodies, and as for the Indian soldiers, order them not to leave the camp for a day!"

Upon hearing Liu Weiqing's instructions, the guard, assuming they had a good relationship, scratched his head.

"Your Majesty, where did all this blood come from?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing rushed forward in anger and slapped the helmet, saying irritably.

"Isn't cow's blood and sheep's blood blood?"

"Just smear some on your helmet or clothes, it's not like you're going to bathe in blood."

Upon hearing this, the guards quickly ran out of the tent!

Liu Weiqing paced back and forth, still feeling uneasy about the impending trap, so he looked at Zhang Ying.

"Can it work?"

"I heard that Ambassinger is a very good fighter!"

Zhang Ying paused for a moment upon hearing this, then looked certain.

"It can be done!"

"What kind of knowledge could these indigenous people possibly have?"

"We'll have a hundred musketeers lying in ambush. Once Amba Singh enters our camp, even if he were the reincarnation of Xiang Yu, he'd surely meet his end!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing calmed down.

He himself was a very capable fighter, but even fully armed, he was doomed against musketeers.

The next day, as a series of horn blasts sounded, Ambassinger rode a black horse, leading more than thirty generals and three thousand cavalrymen, heading towards the camp.

As for the 100,000 troops, they were all left in the camp outside the fortress; it was impossible for so many people to come all at once.

Looking at the Han soldiers outside the fortress, their bodies still wet with blood, and Dorje, who was limping as he led them into the camp, Amba Singh felt a lump in his throat.

The Indian king actually used his own army to resist the brutal Mughal army, completely disregarding the losses.

He truly is a benevolent and virtuous Dharma King who protects the Dharma.

Those who urge themselves to be king should be killed!

Thinking of this, Amba Singh could no longer resist the urge to see the Indian king's splendor, so he stepped forward and grabbed Dorje.

"Generals, there's no rush for food. When are we going to see the King of India?"

Dorjee knew the inside story and was immediately terrified, because Amba Singh's muscular physique did look rather frightening.

He admits he can't win!

However, the matter was of great importance, and he couldn't afford to mess things up now, so he forced a smile.

"General Amba Singh, the King of India, was recently shot in the chest by an arrow during a battle with the Mughal army, and is currently resting in the camp!"

"However, the King of India has already instructed that you be invited to a banquet tonight to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey!"

Upon hearing that the Indian king had been wounded by an arrow, Amba Singh immediately put his hands together and silently prayed.

"May Hanuman bless the King of India with good health!"

The more than thirty generals who followed him all showed expressions of disbelief upon hearing this. The fact that the King of India had actually come to the scene was nothing short of a miracle.

In their minds, weren't kings always sitting in carriages, with generals fighting for them?

Dorje didn't say much, and pretended to be a cripple, continuing to limp slowly towards the outer camp!

Upon entering the camp, Amba Singh's admiration for the Indian king grew even stronger, because the Han soldiers were actually eating a mixed grain porridge, which also contained tree bark and grass roots.

Dorje clapped his hands, and immediately soldiers brought up pilaf made with mutton, chicken, and duck.

"This was specially prepared by His Majesty for everyone, as a reward for your bravery in fighting the enemy. After you've eaten and drunk your fill, you can go see the King of India!"

"Do you have any tokens or warrants for mobilizing your troops? His Majesty has already arranged for food to be sent to the army outside the fortress. If you don't, it will cause misunderstandings!"

Amba Singh, still immersed in the benevolence of the Indian king, subconsciously tore off the Hanuman carving from his neck and handed it to Dorje.

"This is a sculpture of Hanuman, my personal keepsake, and all the generals in charge of the army recognize it!"

After Dorje took the bag, he limped away. Once outside the tent, he recovered and quickly walked to Ji Nanshou's side.

"This is a carving of Hanuman, and it was also Ambassingh's personal keepsake. The general in charge of the army recognized it; he must be one of his confidants. You must be careful!"

Ji Nanshou took the carving and then led three thousand cavalrymen and several promoted Indian Kshatriyas towards the fortress!