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

Yes, Liu Mu felt incredibly humiliated that the mighty First Batel of the Dzungar Khanate had to flee in panic after a one-on-one duel with Wu Sangui, who was nearly seventy years old.

Upon hearing Liu Mu's words, Zhou Peigong shook his head.

"Your Majesty, the wind was strong and there was a lot of sand just now. I kept my head down to avoid the sandstorm and didn't see anything!"

"What happened?"

Judging from Zhou Peigong's serious expression, he must have seen it, but he probably forced himself to hold it in. He'll burst into laughter when he's alone.

But it doesn't matter, the historian isn't here!

At most, it will become unofficial history later.

As for how wild it will be, that's a matter for later!

Thinking of this, Liu Mu pulled on the reins.

"Take all the wounded soldiers and bring them back to camp!"

Liu Dingbian was still in shock when he saw Liu Mu ride away on horseback, and he stood there shouting loudly.

"Your Majesty, do you still want your broadsword?"

You idiot, you have no sense of propriety at all!

Upon hearing this, Liu Mu rode his horse even faster!

How can a broken knife compare to my dignity?

When Liu Mu and his group were halfway there, they saw more than 20,000 cavalrymen charging towards them, with twenty adjutant generals and their personal guards at the forefront.

Without time to think, Liu Mu immediately gave the order.

"Quickly, raise the flag!"

The two sides were only two or three hundred meters apart. If they didn't slow down quickly, more than 20,000 cavalrymen would be trampled to death if they charged head-on.

Upon hearing this, Liu Dingbian immediately snatched a special flag from the flag bearer and raised it high.

The flag was predominantly black and red, embroidered with a black dragon spitting pearls. The officers, who were initially eager to rescue the emperor, knew he was ahead when they saw the flag and immediately shouted for their horses to slow down.

It finally stopped ten meters away from Liu Mu, but even then, there were still collisions with those behind it.

Before they could think any further, all twenty officers dismounted.

"This humble general has arrived too late to save Your Majesty!"

"Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Liu Mu was actually quite satisfied. The speed at which these generals rescued him meant that even if they had been no match for Wu Sangui, there was still a high chance they would have survived.

Liu Mu immediately wanted to say a few words of praise, but before he could speak, he heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Nearly five or six thousand cavalrymen, led by Ma Bao, charged forward in unison. All of these cavalrymen were dressed in red cloth armor with long arm guards, which was standard equipment for Ming cavalry.

"Is this the Liaodong Iron Cavalry that Wu Sangui has been hiding all these years? If they were all left here, the initiative in field battles would belong entirely to our Han Dynasty."

After muttering a few words, Liu Mu's murderous intent began to rise!

Because after Liu Mu seized the north, he immediately sealed off all warhorses, and even castrated horses were not allowed to be sold. These five or six thousand cavalrymen should have been Wu Sangui's last reserves.

Just then, the sound of footsteps could be heard again. Nearly 20,000 armored infantrymen came from behind the cavalry to the front. They then parted to make way for Wu Sangui, who rode his horse to the front of the army, with a large red banner with the character "周" (Zhou) behind him.

After fleeing for his life, Wu Sangui became increasingly angry upon hearing Ma Bao's description of the situation.

Then, like Liu Mu, they all thought that if they persisted a little longer, they might be able to turn the tide. Unwilling to give up, Wu Sangui led his army to catch up again.

With over 20,000 cavalrymen at his disposal, Liu Mu was not afraid at all. Even if he couldn't win, he could outrun them. So he spurred his horse forward and stopped when he was 130 meters away from the Great Zhou army.

"Wu Sangui, you are getting old after all. Furthermore, your decision to bring the Manchu Eight Banners into the pass has caused you to lose the hearts of the people. There's no way you can hold onto this empire!"

"Why not commit suicide today? I can spare your grandson's life and grant him a dukedom in the Mughals. I will never go back on my word!"

Liu Mu's words were not untrue. If Wu Sangui really committed suicide, the Han Dynasty could take over the southwest without bloodshed, and they would give him a piece of the territory in India!

Wu Sangui fell silent upon hearing this.

He was genuinely tempted.

His rebellion against the Qing Dynasty was forced upon him by Emperor Kangxi, so his biggest concern now is his eldest grandson, Wu Shifan.

The Mughals have three harvests a year. If Wu Shifan could really go to the Mughals and become a duke with a fiefdom, it wouldn't be bad.

When Wu Sangui's generals saw that even their emperor was beginning to waver, their morale plummeted and their thoughts began to diverge.

Upon seeing this, Xia Guoxiang immediately spurred his horse forward, grabbed Wu Sangui's arm, and pulled hard.

"Your Majesty, these Mongol barbarians are boasting arrogantly. Our Great Zhou has nearly 300,000 soldiers. What difficulty is there in conquering the world? Why should we send Fan'er to a foreign land?"

It should be noted that Xia Guoxiang, as Wu Sangui's son-in-law, is now the second-in-command of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, and Wu Shifan is still his son-in-law and a future member of the imperial family.

What can you do in the Han Dynasty?

To be a caged bird?

Wu Sangui, whose will was already wavering, was instantly pulled back, and his expression immediately turned ruthless again.

"Galdan, your ancestors in the Dzungar Khanate were nothing more than slaves of the Golden Family. Now you dare to impersonate a descendant of Emperor Gaozu of Han. If you randomly pulled out any Mongol noble from the Chahar and had their blood tested, they would probably be much cleaner than you!"

Wu Sangui was also very eloquent. Knowing that Liu Mu had changed his name, he insisted on calling him Galdan. He also knew that Liu Mu had many Mongol generals under his command, and he wanted to use bloodline to sow discord.

Moreover, what he said was not wrong. The Dzungars originated from the Oirat, which is the Mongol Oirat. According to the bloodline of Genghis Khan, Galdan's ancestors were slaves, a conquered people.

Old ginger is spicier. Back then, Liu Mu's verbal sparring made Emperor Kangxi vomit blood. Now, even with verbal sparring, he can't out-argue Wu Sangui.

Liu Mu, with his fiery temper, drew his scimitar and was about to order a charge, intending to kill Wu Sangui.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Peigong quickly dismounted and threw himself onto Galdan's thigh. Then he raised his hands and grabbed Liu Mu's right hand tightly.

"Your Majesty, Wu Sangui is trying to provoke you!"

"His 20,000 infantrymen are all elite, with 70% being musketeers. If they charge, they'll suffer heavy casualties. Calm down, calm down!"

"My hand was grabbed," Liu Mu said helplessly.

"I'm still not satisfied!"

"If you have anything to say, let me retort!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Peigong revealed a sinister look, whispered a few words to Liu Mu, and then stepped aside!

Upon hearing this, Liu Mu's eyes lit up. He spurred his horse forward a few steps, placed his hands on the horse's neck, and twirled his scimitar in his hands.

"Wu Sangui, I have a question for you, and I ask you to answer truthfully. I have heard that it is said among the people that you surrendered Shanhaiguan Pass in a fit of rage for a woman named Chen Yuanyuan, a prostitute. Is this true?"

"If it's true, then you, Wu Sangui, sold out Shanhaiguan Pass, surrendered to the Manchus, and became their lackey for a prostitute. How dare you talk to me about bloodlines or social hierarchy?"

"If it's fake, then it's reasonable for you to be a slave, betraying your ancestors and the people!"