April 30th, 1656
The Mughal Empire, Region of Bengal
Sarvesh, who had been patiently waiting in the region of Tongi along with his unit, who were fully armed and ready for battle, finally heard the signal that triggered them to act.
As for the provider of the signals, it was naturally a spy among the Mughal soldiers who were watching the battle live. Due to his live feedback, Sarvesh got to know when the majority of the army inside the city wall had left through the northern and eastern gates.
"GO!" Sarvesh gestured as he and his crew swiftly moved and started their action.
Thousands of people dressed in neat green attire rushed through the slums of Tongi towards the central area of Dhaka in the southern direction.
The Marines were swift, efficient, and precise in their actions, not even making a single wasted movement.
They moved through the buildings like streams of water returning to the ocean. Each group of Marines took their own route as long as everyone followed commands and knew the destination.
As they reached the area of Mirpur, which is the starting point of the actual city of Dhaka, Sarvesh and his Marines saw the Mughal soldiers physically suppressing riots on the streets.
Sarvesh knew that the Bharatiya External Pragya of the empire had spread a lot of propaganda to cause riots in the Mughal Empire, and he had also heard that it was quite successful. But now, seeing it with his own eyes made him extremely shocked as he momentarily paused in his movements.
He was actually seeing the Mughal soldiers physically assaulting civilians with lathis and dragging them away, and this was one of the gentler ways the soldiers were handling things. Some Mughal soldiers directly used lethal weapons such as swords, spears, and whips to move the protesting people who had an air of desolation around them.
He even saw a Mughal soldier brutally beat a woman and drag her by her hair as she bled from various places on her body.
Sarvesh could not resist anymore as his tolerance had already been exceeded, especially when he saw how the women were treated, which was his reverse scale.
"Chop these **** to pieces," he roared as he ran forward at full speed.
The Marines acted.
In a few seconds, Sarvesh was in front of a Mughal soldier who was about to chop an old man’s head.
The soldier, who was startled by the burly man who suddenly appeared, did not have time to react. The last thing he felt was a cold sensation on his neck, after which everything went dark.
*Thud*
Sarvesh looked at the old man to make sure he was okay, but surprisingly, the old man neither had fear nor joy on his face. Looking into his eyes, Sarvesh could see that the old man was unusual as he was too calm.
"Hey, it’s intruders! Get them!"
Unfortunately, his momentary pause alerted the Mughal soldiers, who began running towards him.
Sarvesh, shaking his head, getting rid of his daze, got into the battle once more.
*Stab!*
*Slice!*
Sarvesh slipped forward and, with two moves, split apart the bodies of three men with his dual swords.
There were screams on the streets from the scared pedestrians, but instead of causing trouble for Sarvesh, it ended up becoming great camouflage for the Marines.
Sarvesh and his unit cooperated seamlessly, each of them having each other’s backs. A Marine slid on the ground and managed to stab a Mughal in the stomach, but another Mughal soldier was about to chop down on his head.
However, the Marine had no fear on his face. In the next moment, the Mughal soldier, who had a victorious expression, could no longer laugh. As, within the blink of an eye, he saw his own headless body as he fell, and the cold and ruthless eyes of the Marine were burned into his retina.
*Thud*
The Marine on the ground felt a thud as the stump fell on his stomach, and then the entire body collapsed atop him, leaving him breathless for a moment. However, after catching his breath, he expressionlessly pushed aside the body and returned to the battle.
Sarvesh was still blazing through the battlefield, setting out to do exactly what he had promised, chopping down the enemies to pieces.
In a similar way, the Mughal army troops were being reduced very quickly. The people who were originally rioting immediately felt like they had regained their backbones and simultaneously prepared their homemade weapons to take on these scared Mughal soldiers.
40 minutes into the battle, Sarvesh and his unit were feeling tired.
Sarvesh was currently surrounded by five men, but he did not show a hint of fear in his eyes. Looking around, the Marines were engaged with Mughal soldiers of their own, so Sarvesh knew he wasn’t going to get any help.
*Tsk*
He tightened his swords to prepare for a bloody fight.
The five soldiers acted simultaneously, running forward and swinging their swords in synchronization, aiming at different locations to prevent Sarvesh from dodging.
However, despite his bulky appearance, Sarvesh had incredible strength, second only to Vijay. He jumped as high as he could and managed to avoid the first two swords aimed at his abdomen and legs, while the remaining three swords passed harmlessly under his legs.
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"Kill!"
He roared as he came down, sweeping his twin swords at the fastest speed.
*Zap!*
Like a wisp of lightning, Sarvesh’s sword swiftly passed through the necks of two people, but due to his tiredness, he missed the third person.
Suddenly, as he landed, Sarvesh felt a chill wash over him. A Mughal soldier had unknowingly arrived beside him and was about to stab him in the neck from the side. Sarvesh felt a surge of adrenaline; he felt like he was facing a black mamba about to strike. In the last millisecond, he adjusted his body to minimize the damage by sacrificing his shoulder.
*Klink!*
However, the expected sword did not come. What he heard was the crisp slash of a shorter sword that had deflected the Mughal soldier’s sword. Looking at who had saved him, Sarvesh was stunned and stood there in absolute shock.
It was actually a girl, and that too the most beautiful one he had ever seen. Normally, he had seen many beautiful girls in the empire, and some had even tried to court him, but he had coldly rejected them all because they were not what he was looking for.
But looking at the woman in front of him, who had a cold and ruthless expression on her delicate face, blood splattered across her features, his heart couldn’t help but flutter. He was mesmerized.
Although Sarvesh was stunned and stopped moving, the girl did not. Like a professional Bharatanatyam dancer, she swung around Sarvesh, using her weight to pull him back while simultaneously taking a counterforce from him. She lunged forward, sweeping her short sword like a spear and decapitating a man.
Gracefully, she used the headless man’s shoulder as a platform, jumped on it, and accurately pierced a Mughal soldier’s skull from above.
Sarvesh, still on the ground, enjoyed the view of what he considered the most beautiful woman in the world, except for his two mothers and his sister, of course.
The woman he saw was a cold and ruthless warrior, with body proportions not exaggerated and streamlined for combat. She stood around 5 feet 9 inches tall, lean and flexible. Her face combined the delicate features of a Himalayan woman with the resolute and fierce temperament of a Marathi queen.
"She is it," Sarvesh thought in his heart, as he still could not take his eyes away from her.
Fortunately, the woman, who stood upright on the road with blood all over her body, was greeted by a few Marines who enthusiastically thanked her.
"Miss, thank you very much for your help. If it weren’t for you, our leader would have been badly injured."
"Yes, miss, you fight very well. You’re the best fighter I’ve seen after our leader."
"Miss, would you like to come back to the Empire? I’m sure His Majesty would appoint you unconditionally as Her Majesty’s personal guard if you prove your loyalty."
The woman raised her hand and immediately stopped the non-stop comments of the Marines, then answered, "I only helped because that person saved my uncle, or else I wouldn’t have bothered, as for serving as a royal guard, forget about it for now"
The old man, who was the first to be saved by Sarvesh, quickly approached the girl and draped a blanket over her body to cover the blood drenching her.
Sarvesh, who observed the old man, finally understood why the man had an unusually calm appearance. It would be surprising if anyone were not unusual when staying around such a lady.
The Marines saw the dumbstruck expression and perplexed eyes of Sarvesh. They didn’t understand what their leader was feeling, but some did. They had weird smiles on their faces as they glanced at Sarvesh and the girl alternately.
However, the clueless ones didn’t dwell on this matter for long as they voiced their doubt, "Then miss, why didn’t you act when this old man was about to be killed?"
The girl, not even diverting her gaze despite being surrounded by so many violent men, calmly answered as if what she said was a matter of fact, "Then I would be killed too."
The Marines, who also had the weird thought processes of Sarvesh, nodded in understanding. "Yeah, saving one’s life is very important, especially since fighting against so many of them alone, even for you, miss, with such high skills, is really impossible."
"But it’s just a pity to let these **** go after harming one’s own family," another Marine chimed in.
The girl’s eyes sharpened immediately, a murderous intention on her face as she answered, "Why would I let them go after the battle? I would carefully investigate each and every one of them, go to their homes one by one, and cut them to pieces until I am satisfied."
*Boom!*
The Marines, who already had a high tolerance for such things, couldn’t say anything more. This girl’s thought process seemed as unique as their captain’s.
However, unlike the dumbfounded Marines, Sarvesh, who heard the girl’s reasoning, simply sighed and lay back down, holding his heart with a touched expression. "How beautiful, she actually knows how to survive. Thank you, Shiva."
To break the awkward atmosphere, one of the Marines chuckled and asked a question, "Ah, look at us, we didn’t even remember to ask your name. What is your name, dear miss?"
The girl, with the same emotionless demeanour, replied, "Mahalaxmi." Then, with a hint of questioning, she looked at the old man. The old man nodded in response, and she added, "Mahalaxmi Gurkha."
Surprisingly, Sarvesh, as if he had teleported, joined the group of Marines and asked with a serious expression on his face, "Miss Mahalakshmi, do you want to marry me?"
The Marines: "Pffffff"
The old man: "Whaaaat!"
The girl: "..."
She actually considered the question seriously, amidst the weird looks from everyone, and shook her head. "You are strong, and you look like you have some influence in the Bharatiya Empire. If you can help me get revenge, then I will marry you."
Sarvesh was overjoyed and laughed like a fool, It’s just that with blood all over his face he looked like a demon. "Alright, it’s a promise then!"
The people couldn’t believe what was happening in front of them. Some of the Marines actually pinched each other in order to test if they were dreaming. Their leader, who wouldn’t even speak to a girl on weekdays, had just proposed to a girl in front of them, and the girl had actually agreed under a condition. Were they going nuts, or was the world around them going nuts?
*Boom!*
However, unfortunately, the Marines did not have much time to think as the sound of battle intensified, forcing them to quickly pick up their commander and run towards their destination.
Sarvesh was awakened by this moment and suddenly remembered his mission. Looking at the girl, he couldn’t help but yell, "You can meet me in the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire!"
The girl stared at him until he left, then silently disappeared into an alleyway with her uncle, her thoughts unknown.
Sarvesh, who had just experienced the most abrupt and magical moment of his life a few minutes ago, was too excited to meet his wife again. His speed increased to new heights, and the Marines desperately caught up.
Sarvesh had a smile on his face as he picked up the new Krodha (Anger) rocket launcher developed by his Majesty Vijay and aimed it at the gear mechanisms holding the southern door.
"Zoop!"
The rocket inside the launcher was immediately ignited by the flintlock mechanism and zoomed through the 80-meter distance, accurately blasting apart the mechanism of the door.
"Bang!"
The door crashed down, and as if planned, thousands of Bharatiya troops stormed through the north gate and rushed into the city, cleaning up the city internally.
Sarvesh, seeing that his operation was complete, happily went back to find his wife, but unfortunately, he could not find her.
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Fazil, still pondering how to counter the enemy’s flaming rain, immediately received a messenger. Looking at the panicked expression on his face, Fazil knew that the news wasn’t good.
"Your Excellency, the southern gate is down, and thousands of Bharatiya troops are pouring in. We have to evacuate."
"What? How could it be possible? I distinctly remember my nephew telling me no Bharatiya troops had entered inland. How could this be? And if I remember correctly, all the naval routes are also closed. How is this possible?"
"Your Excellency, the messengers were also traitors. It was done to deceive you. Let’s go, Your Excellency, we have to evacuate."
Fazil was originally skeptical about the news, but hearing the gunfire coming from inside the city, he reluctantly had to concede and began to move. However, suddenly he remembered something. How did a messenger know so much and lead him to a retreat? He turned back in doubt, but what he saw made his pupils shrink. The messenger had drawn a dagger and stabbed him in the neck.
The messenger wore a bitter expression as he approached Fazil and whispered, "Unfortunately, Your Excellency, I am a traitor too. But truly, Your Excellency, you deserve this. You forcefully took away my two sons, and within two days, they were corpses. I couldn’t even retrieve their ashes. You deserve this."
With the leader’s death and no one to command the defences of Dhaka, they immediately collapsed. With enemies both external and internal, and riots spiralling out of control without anyone to manage them, the city of Dhaka changed its name from Mughal Empire to Dakshin Bharatiya Empire within a matter of hours.
P.S. Who the Fuk is even the MC
P.S. I will explain how ppl entered southern gate next chap