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

Kangxi's 500 guards rode top-quality horses specially supplied by Mongolia, while Galdan's side used Ili horses, with each person riding two horses.

In short, the speed of warhorses was about the same.

The two sides chased each other all the way, with Galdan trailing behind and getting covered in dust. When they arrived at Damengzhuang in Wuqing County, they lost their horses almost simultaneously and had to stop to rest.

Galdan immediately dismounted, ran forward for more than ten meters, and began cursing in the direction of Kangxi:

"Kangxi, you bastard, you better not run away!"

"Today it's 500 against 500, whoever chickens out is a coward!"

At this distance, Galdan wanted to fight on foot, but to be honest, the Mongols couldn't outrun the Jurchen savages when it came to running away, after all, they were a fishing and hunting people.

It wasn't that Galdan was in a hurry, but if he continued running, he would enter the Tianjin area, where there were 3,000 Green Standard Army soldiers and a Tianjin naval force.

Once Kangxi hid in the city and took a boat to Liaodong, Galdan couldn't do anything about him; he couldn't just fly there.

"Smash it, you brute!"

"Galdan, I will kill you!"

"hiss!!!"

The two were only five or six hundred meters apart, so Kangxi could naturally hear them. He immediately felt an overwhelming pain, so he rubbed his inner thigh while cursing Galdan. As a result, he gasped in pain, and his face began to contort.

Having grown up in luxury, he was no match for Galdan, who had grown up on the grasslands and in Tibet, and whose inner thighs were almost completely devoid of flesh.

When Galdan saw that Kangxi ignored him, he ran back to feed his warhorses, which mainly consisted of black and yellow beans, along with a few mouthfuls of river water mixed with salt.

It's a pity there are no eggs. If a warhorse had one, its stamina would have skyrocketed.

After resting for more than half an hour, Galdan, disregarding how well his warhorse had rested, immediately mounted it.

"Whoever can capture Emperor Kangxi alive today, or take his head, I will grant him the title of a thousand-household commander on the grasslands!"

To encourage these Mongol men, Galdan spared no expense. A thousand households was already a fairly large tribe, and from then on, they became new nobles, transcending social classes.

It all depends on who has the strength. Galdan himself thinks he's still a bit lacking, and he certainly doesn't want to risk his life to catch up anymore!

"Roar! Long live Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing such a high reward, they all began to accelerate, their whips cracking loudly, and this time the charge was significantly faster.

To increase his warhorse's speed, Batel removed his upper armor and discarded his long weapon, charging fiercely towards Kangxi.

Emperor Kangxi was almost exhausted. He had just finished applying medicine with the help of his guards and hadn't even closed his eyes for a moment when the commander of the guards rushed up to him.

"Your Majesty, quickly, mount your horse!"

"Galdan is almost here!"

Upon hearing this, Kangxi had no time to think. He endured the pain in his inner thigh and awkwardly climbed onto the horse.

But Batel, the fastest runner, once again used his horse's rear end to push it to its peak sprint, bringing it to within 100 meters of Kangxi.

"Your Majesty, run! This servant will shield you!"

The guard commander was also extremely loyal. He slashed the horse's rump with his sword, and after watching the warhorse neigh and gallop away, he drew his sword and prepared to fight to the death.

"I hereby bestow upon you the title of the First Baturu of my Great Qing!" Kangxi saw all this and, before leaving, did not forget to win over the hearts of the people.

"You little brat, Kangxi, don't you dare run away!"

"court death!"

When Batel saw that Kangxi had run a little further away, he became anxious and started shouting. When the guard commander tried to stop him, he bent down and slashed him with his sword.

Using the momentum of the warhorse's charge, the guard commander, who hadn't even mounted yet, was unable to withstand the attack and had his head chopped off, his blood spraying directly onto Batel and the warhorse's faces.

A thousand households, a nobleman.

For Batel, who came from a humble background, the bounty was all he could think about. He had just cut the horse's rump with a knife, and now he was ruthless enough to stab the horse's leg with spurs, making the warhorse accelerate and catch up with Kangxi.

When he was about 70 or 80 meters away from Kangxi, Batel took out his bow and arrows, using large armor-piercing arrows.

call out.

The wolf-tooth arrow struck Kangxi directly in the back.

Just when Batel thought he had succeeded, he discovered that although the arrow had pierced the cotton armor, it was blocked by the iron plates inside and did not cause much damage.

More obviously, Kangxi's armor was specially made.

So they ran for their lives while those in front chased for their lives.

But with Emperor Kangxi still around, fewer and fewer guards were killed, until there were less than a hundred riders left.

As the two sides drew closer, Kangxi had seven or eight arrows hanging from his back. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the remaining guards turned around and charged at Batel.

However, with less than a hundred riders, they were taken away by Brother Batel's five or six hundred elite riders in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, with the assistance of his guards, Emperor Kangxi had switched to a magnificent Akhal-Teke horse, which boosted his speed once again, and he rode alone towards Tianjin.

As he drew closer, Kangxi grew increasingly desperate, for what he saw was the North Canal, the confluence of the Grand Canal and the Longfeng River, with nowhere else for his horse to travel.

When they were about 100 meters from the canal, Batel and Kangxi's warhorses almost simultaneously stumbled, and Kangxi was thrown into a daze.

But Batel, with his thick skin and tough flesh, shook his head and stood up, carrying his scimitar as he walked step by step toward Kangxi, his eyes already consumed by desire.

"You dog emperor, your grandpa's here!"

"This scimitar was a gift from His Majesty!"

"It won't cause you any pain!"

At this moment, Kangxi's heart was in his throat. Looking at the canal ten meters away, he said nothing more, but climbed up while taking off his armor.

"Go back and tell Galdan!"

"If I don't die!"

"I must personally cut off his head!"

"Remember, it's done with your own hands!"

"what!"

After Kangxi finished speaking slowly and deliberately, he suddenly shouted, forcefully propped himself up, ran quickly to the canal bank, and plunged into the water with a splash.

Upon seeing this, Batel quickly jumped into the river, only to wake up suddenly after half of his body was submerged.

He's Mongolian, he can't swim!

"Ugh, you bastard, you bastard!"

In a fit of anger, Batel kept slashing at the water with his scimitar, jumping up and down and yelling.

Half an hour later, Galdan arrived with his cavalry. Seeing Batel's distraught appearance, he patted him on the shoulder and gave him a Buddha-like smile.

"Bater has rendered meritorious service by pursuing and killing Emperor Kangxi, forcing him to commit suicide by jumping into the river. He is hereby awarded the rank of General and granted the stipend of a hundred households!"

Seeing that Batel was still in a daze, Liu Xin stepped forward, pulled him up, and punched him in the chest. "Bater, His Majesty is rewarding you for your merits. Hurry up and thank him!"

Startled awake by the blow, Batel immediately followed Liu Weiqing's example and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, this humble general thanks you!"

"If Emperor Kangxi doesn't die today, I, Batel, will surely cut off his head and present it to His Majesty one day!"

Galdan really liked people like Batel.

He's not cunning, but he's not stupid either, and he's brave in battle.

He was worthy of being called Fan Kuai by Emperor Gaozu of Han.

As for the military rank of General, Subutai and Liu Weiqing both held it. The salary of 100 households was the tax revenue of 100 households, which, according to the prices at that time, amounted to an annual salary of about 200 taels.

Equivalent to a second-rank official in the Qing Dynasty!

In ancient times, only those of noble birth could live off the land.

This is equivalent to granting the Batel noble status.