November 29th, 1655
City of Indore, Mughal Empire
Inside the quarters of His Excellency General Islam Zaheer:
The lieutenant, witnessing the general’s actions, stood silently, understanding the stressful situation his Excellency was facing.
"No, this cannot go on. We shouldn’t lose the city, especially not now since the reinforcements are so near," Islam said with a hint of decisiveness in his voice, his eyes red, his aura reflecting a determination to do whatever it takes to get the job done.
"Lieutenant, line up those bloody kafirs on the city wall. I heard that this son of a whore Vijay likes to spare those bloody Hindus, and this is also the ideology that his army follows. Let me see if this damn general dares to aim his artillery at these lowly animals," he declared with a hint of venom in his voice.
Suddenly struck by another idea, Islam’s expression turned mischievous as he continued, "You know what? Let us motivate our soldiers even more. Collect all the women from these slums and let our soldiers quickly enjoy them before hanging them on the wall. This should be more effective," he said, letting out a delightful chuckle.
However remembering something again, he stated, "By the way, don’t let those soldiers who are kafirs carry out this activity. They might get annoyed and do something stupid. Give this opportunity to our own people."
"Hehe."
The lieutenant felt a chill suddenly run down his body as he gazed into the general’s eyes, which were as malicious as a snake’s, and looked as if they did not care if hundreds of thousands of people died because of that decision. The lieutenant was stuck in his place, unable to respond, but Islam Zaheer did not give him a chance to talk as he continued.
"There isn’t much presence of the Bharatiya troops in the North, is there? Then aim all the cannons at the Northern wall, towards the slums located at the southern end of the city. This is the part of the city where the breach has occurred anyway," Islam said with a bloodthirsty gaze, feeling thrilled by the very possibility of his plan being successful.
He then continued, "Maybe this Bharatiya general thought that by breaching the wall at the south end and rushing inside, he would gain the support of the lowly Hindus living in the slums.
But he is greatly mistaken; if these kafirs really enter the city, blast both the Hindus in the slums and their so-called saviours into a million pieces, and turn them into minced meat," he said, his voice carrying a hint of yearning.
The lieutenant, now scared for his life after seeing the condition the general was in, silently nodded his head and left the quarters, as he felt like if he stayed any longer, even his life would be in danger.
Vijay, who was outside the city wall, constantly monitoring the artillery troops, was suddenly taken aback by the various shouts from the artillerymen.
"Motherfucker."
"Oh, these sons of bitches."
"They deserve eternal hell."
Constant scolding was heard from the artillerymen responsible for aiming the cannons. Surprisingly, they had all stopped operating the Artillery and were furiously looking at the wall with angry expressions on their faces.
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Vijay, currently disguised as a lieutenant general, got a bad feeling about this situation. Slowly, he turned his back and looked at the city wall. Then he saw it, an image that left his eyes wide open in disbelief, the very image that would continue to haunt him in his dreams for numerous weeks to come, and also the same image that made him question the need for humanity to exist.
What he saw were thousands of women, most of them little girls no older than 16, some even younger, being hung on the city wall like pieces of cloth left to dry in sunlight, not even properly covered, showing the scars of their brave resistance.
Some of these girls were crying at the top of their lungs, while others were passed out from the loss of blood. Vijay’s blood boiled as he noticed that many of these children were bleeding from their thighs, staining the city walls with blood that slowly trickled onto the ground.
Tears dropped from many soldiers’ eyes.
Vijay wanted to quickly avert his eyes, as he really did not want to see the scene, but somewhere deep inside him, every single cell and every part of his being was burning with rage. This fury within him did not allow him to avert his gaze like a coward.
"I will kill them all. Kill them. Kill, kill, kill!" Such thoughts were running through his head, clouding his judgment.
"Infantry, advance."
Vijay ordered with a calm voice that sounded like a personification of fury.
When the lieutenant generals who were already furious heard this voice, they felt shudders run down their spines as they quickly echoed his command, fuming with rage, delighted that their anger had an opponent to vent on.
As Vijay and the infantry divisions got closer to the wall, Vijay’s anger rose.
He could now see the poor children more clearly, which made him question himself, "Why did he have to witness this?" But he already knew the answer: because he wanted to be the emperor of Akhand Bharat and the supreme ruler of the Bharatiya civilization, which meant he would have to see such things quite often in the future.
It was not only Vijay who was affected by the sight; even the soldiers were not immune to this horrifying and inhuman act, which could only be done by a beast. Hence, the speed of the march of the infantry increased as they approached the wall with the poor children struggling between life and death, their bodies hanging on the wall like common pieces of butchered meat hung for sale in a market.
"STOP!"
Vijay suddenly yelled, causing the army to halt quickly.
"What happened, Your Excellency?" Lieutenant General Birbal Singh asked with an annoyed expression, not in the right mindset.
Vijay did not respond immediately as he processed what he felt. Just now, when they were about to enter the breach, he, who was clouded by absolute rage a few seconds ago, suddenly sensed a life-threatening danger inside the wall. He felt that he, along with his troops, as long as they entered the city, would be torn apart and obliterated.
Vijay had never felt like this before, but knowing about his enhanced and crystallized brain being more powerful than anyone else’s, he decided to trust his instincts and ordered his troops to stop.
However, assuming his instinct to be true for the time being, Vijay simulated what could pose such a danger in his head. His eyes widened at the chilling scenario he imagined, and he could only wish his instinct to be false.
If the cannons are placed on the other ends of the city walls and directly aimed at the southernmost area where the breach is located, where they are currently stationed, both the enemy troops (i.e., them) and the people living in the southern slums would be destroyed.
Vijay, although horrified by this realisation, concluded this scenario to be the most plausible explanation.
"Your Excellency," Birbal Singh interrupted Vijay again, growing a little impatient.
Vijay, with a solemn expression on his face, immediately replied, "This is a trap."
Birbal Singh and the remaining lieutenant generals and major generals listening to the conversation were taken aback, as they could not understand how this was a trap.
But suddenly, it happened, proving Vijay right, unfortunately.
November 29th, 1655
City of Awaran, Region of Baluchistan, Mughal Empire
Fortunately, there were no twists and turns in the Battle of Awaran, unlike what occurred in the Battle of Indore just moments ago, which was obviously unknown to Ramayya Senapathi.
Ramayya Senapathi, who had already snuck into the city of Awaran two days ago, initiated his assault on the city on the morning of the 28th. His attack was completely unexpected for the Rind tribe, leaving them ill-prepared for the sudden attack from inside the city.
With the assistance provided by Raftaar, who offered intel on the layout of the city and occasional ambush points within it, The leaders of the Rind tribe were completely wiped out. Consequently, through multiple ambushes in this short battle that lasted for a few hours, the city was formally taken control by Ramayya Senapathi and the Bharatiya army.
Currently, Ramayya is overseeing the cleanup after the battle, with the logistics unit recovering all the usable supplies that could be used in the upcoming campaign to the city of Khuzdar.
November 29th, 1655
City of Panjgur, Region of Baluchistan, Mughal Empire
The Battle of Panjgur was even shorter than the Awaran battle. because, Despite the challenging terrain surrounding the city and Narasimha Nayak suffering a significant loss of nearly 1250 soldiers due to their inability to cope with the environment, the Bharatiya troops still vastly outnumbered the Bugti tribe, who governed the city of Panjgur.
With only a few tens of thousands of residents, the Bugti tribe stood vastly outnumbered by Narasimha Nayak’s tens of thousands of soldiers.
After enduring multiple bombardments from the Bharatiya Scorpion grenade launcher, which resembled exploding eggs within the city, the devastating impact caused massive death and destruction. The relatively small city wall failed to impede the grenade launcher’s projectiles, allowing them to bypass defences and wreak havoc among the populace.
Coupled with the formidable weaponry wielded by the unknown soldiers, the leaders of the Bugti tribe ultimately decided to surrender the city to this unknown force.
Upon inquiring about the reason for the low population of the tribal men with the tribal leaders, the chief of the tribe explained with a deep sigh, "Our Bugti tribe was previously very powerful in the region, not much weaker than the Mengal tribe.
It was then our leader who saw that there was no place for growth in this region of constant wars, he decided to expand the homeland until the city of Makran, a strategic location and a buffer zone between the two empires, which provided ample living space for the tribe.
Hence, in order to obtain this strategic land, the previous leader, Zulfikar Bugti, recruited most of the men in our tribe and launched an attack on Makran City."
The old man’s eyes were filled with regret as he continued, "However, we could not breach the fortifications of that city, which even had some sort of firing tube similar to yours but much bigger, and with that, most of our men did not survive. Our previous leader also died in this battle."
His voice was filled with sorrow as he continued,
"The loss of thousands of men, created a power void in the tribe, which made various families in the tribe fight for the position of leadership.
This spiralled out of control into an inter-tribal war, leading to more casualties, making our tribe, which was one of the strongest in the region, into a state that was barely able to survive on its own due to the advantage of the terrain," the tribal chief said as he stared at Narasimha Nayak with his old eyes and commented, "Although regrettably, this terrain advantage which we relied on to survive and fend off the bigger tribes, also proved ineffective against your army."
saying this, He sighed deeply.
Narasimha Nayak, upon hearing this story, couldn’t help but lament the fate of this tribe. Although he felt pity for the tribe, he knew he couldn’t show any mercy; he still had to fulfil his duty. Therefore, he immediately removed all tribal soldiers from their posts in the city and replaced them with his troops armed with flintlock guns and Brown Bess Muskets.
Which granted him full control of the city, completing the first target of his mission.
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