August 8th, 1656
The Mughal Empire
*Crash!!*
*Bang!!*
The sound of glass and ceramic breaking was heard from within the royal palace of Agra.
"Ahhh!!"
Mohammed roared with rage when he received the news about the betrayal of Sindh, Rajasthan, and Punjab.
This betrayal was something he never had expected. Although he had already considered Rajasthan to be among the traitors, he would have never expected the Kalhoro dynasty, the ruling family of Sindh, to be part of this group, especially not Punjab, since the Malerkotla dynasty had been a staunch supporter of the Timurid dynasty since the establishment of the Mughal Empire.
This betrayal hit him hard, even harder than when he learned about the fall of Kanpur.
He wanted revenge.
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However, for him to get revenge, he would first need to defend against the Bharatiya Empire, which was already stepping on his neck, ready to stomp it down and end his life at any moment.
So now, in order to have a chance of survival, he had to desperately fight back and put his life on the line to deliver a single swift and deadly blow to the Bharatiya Empire.
"Iqbal!!" Mohammed called, his voice ringing through the hall.
The Minister of War quickly ran into the chamber filled with debris and knelt down immediately in front of Mohammed, waiting to hear his orders.
Mohammedâs face was blood red, looking like a wounded and angered beast fighting with its last breath, more manic and wild. "Start the Bloodsucker Plan," he said.
Iqbalâs eyes immediately widened to the size of saucers as he heard the order. He slowly raised his head to see if His Majesty was actually serious because the Bloodsucker Plan was not actually a real plan but just a joke between the two of them when they were casually discussing some strategies in the past.
Looking at the bloodshot eyes that seemed willing to devour the enemy at any cost possible, Iqbal felt a chill pass down his spine as he realized that His Majesty was actually serious.
*Gulp*
"Are y-you sure, Your Majesty?"
"If we do this, the reign of the Mughal Empire, more specifically the reign of the Timurid Dynasty, is as good as gone from the subcontinent."
Mohammed, hearing the implication of Iqbalâs words, momentarily lost his anger and felt a hint of melancholy in his heart. âMaybe if I had strangled this enemy with all my strength in the beginning, this situation where I would have to resort to the most brutal strategy of hurting the enemy 1000 and hurting ourselves 1500 would not have to be used.
Itâs a pity time cannot be changed,â he thought to himself.
However, outwardly he replied to Iqbal with a calm and bone-chilling tone, "Iqbal, you have to understand that our empire, which has reigned over 3.5 million square kilometres, has come to a point where we are tightly huddled inside an area of no more than 46,000 square kilometres. We have enemies to our north, enemies to our west, enemies to our east, and enemies to our south.
We have nowhere to go but to devour everything we have, squeeze every drop of blood and resource this land can offer, and pave a bloody road for a chance to live another day and fight for revenge."
Mohammedâs eyes became extremely firm as his determination became as strong as steel and his will unbreakable as a diamond.
"So, Iqbal, I immediately order you, no matter what may come, no matter who may resist, to cut down everyone, even if the first resistor is from my own dynasty. No one will escape my will. Be the bloody sword I command you to be, Iqbal, make me an army that does not fear death but wishes for death and nothing else."
Iqbalâs blood flow increased as his ferocity was aroused by His Majesty. He clenched his fist, and a popping sound was heard.
He once again knelt down on the ground, this time with only one knee, as if making a loyal oath to his master. He raised his head high, the doubt and uncertainty that were present before nowhere to be found. He stared directly into the eyes of his master.
Mohammed immediately took out his talwar, placed it on the shoulder of Iqbal, and commanded, "I, the Emperor of the Great Mughal Empire, command thee, the Minister of War, to implement the Bloodsucker Plan and to form an army of the living dead. Can you do it?"
Iqbal did not hesitate, even though he knew how much he would have to bear. "I will do it for you, Your Majesty."
Mohammed, seeing the determination in Iqbalâs eyes, was satisfied.
*Shing!!*
He swiftly took back his sword and put it into the scabbard with a click.
Iqbal did not stay behind as he quickly left the royal palace, his eyes radiating an intent to kill.
---
Bhiwadi is a small village on the outskirts of the Mughal-controlled region.
"Ahhhhh!!"
"Sir, we have paid the taxes already! Why are you doing this? Please let my son go!"
"Ahhh, Mother!!"
"Heyyyy, leave me!"
A group of Mughal soldiers, without any notice or prior information, suddenly raided the village and began to capture all the villagers, both women and men alike.
A family of three, one mother and two sons, were immediately dragged out of the house with force. The mother pleaded with the Mughal soldiers to let her son go, while the sons struggled hard to protect their mother.
This scene was witnessed throughout the village, as the Mughal soldiers forcefully dragged out everyone, including teenagers under 13 years old, without exception.
"Ahhh, Appaaaa!!"
"Bastards, leave my daughter alone!"
A father who was abruptly dragged out of his house was furious as he saw his daughter being forcefully pulled out of the bathroom.
The father could not resist anymore, as he, with a rush of adrenaline, forcefully pulled the Mughal soldier who had control of him and bit his throat.
The soldier immediately died as his throat was punctured.
The father, with blood dripping from his mouth, ran forward to cover his precious daughter.
"Bang!"
However, God is cruel. Seeing the man who resisted, the Mughals immediately shot him in the knee, bringing him to the ground.
"Appaaaa!"
The girl who was trying her best to cover herself felt like her world collapsed when she saw her father being gunned down. She was in disbelief, and the world became very silent to her.
The Mughal soldiers, who originally did not have any intention to enjoy themselves, immediately became aroused after seeing a naked woman.
"Captain, you see the food is in our bowl. It should be no problem to eat it, right?" A Mughal soldier, masked with a lewd smile, asked, his eyes constantly staring daggers at the girl.
As soon as this comment was made, a few of the surrounding soldiers had their eyes light up with desire. The pressure they were currently facing was too high, and they had no free time to enjoy themselves, so looking at the opportunity in front of them, they couldnât help but salivate with the desire to vent their pent-up emotions.
The captain was hesitant, but looking at the alluring girl, his heart also became shaky.
Noticing the change in the captainâs eyes, the lewd man immediately continued to suggest, "Captain, werenât the orders given to us by the colonel to establish the rule by any means necessary? So, let us enjoy ourselves a little.
Not only will it relieve our stress, but it could also serve as a way to show these infidels the consequences of going against us, which should be enough deterrence to establish our rule."
The captainâs brain instantly exploded. âIsnât that right? Damn, why did I not come up with this? Tsk, anyway, no matter.â
"Alright, I agree," the captain nodded his head.
The lewd man and the soldiers were excited when they heard the captainâs affirmation. They were immediately ready to go, but suddenlyâ
"Wait!"
The captain stopped them.
The lewd man was doubtful as he looked at the captain.
The captain stared at him with annoyance as he declared, "Who is the captain, huh?"
The lewd man immediately realized the intention of the captain, so he quickly smiled and put on a flattering expression as he gestured with his hand in an inviting motion, hoping for a second chance.
The little girl, still unable to process her father being shot down, immediately felt pain in her body, which woke her up.
"Ahhh!" She screamed.
The father, who was struggling on the ground, quickly woke up to the scream of his daughter. He saw what the demons were doing to his little girl.
"Ahhhaii!"
He roared, tears streaming down his face as he crawled on the ground, Blood being dragged through the field.
"Dad, help!"
The little girl was screaming, but the man, who was shot in the leg, no matter how he crawled, couldnât move forward because he was held by the leg and pulled back by the Mughal soldiers. But he did not give up. He tried to mobilize every muscle and fibre in his body to move forward.
With rage building up in every inch of his being he moved forward, his fingers started to bleed due to his constant struggle. But he was helpless as one demon after another violated his daughter right in front of him. He felt great remorse, desperation, despair, and every imaginable negative emotion. He was helpless, feeling incompetent and useless.
By the time eight men were finished, the girl had lost her breath, and the torture stopped. As for the father, he had become unconscious, using his hands to crawl forward even though the flesh in his hands had torn apart and bones were visible.
Eventually, his movement stopped, and his breath permanently left this world.
When this scene took place, the villagers were enraged that a child of their village was humiliated to such an extent and wanted to fight back.
Some of the men rushed forward to fight desperately.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Sadly, What could they do? They were only civilians, and their enemy was fully equipped Mughal soldiers. Two shots, and they dropped to the ground dead.
The captain, who saw the resistance, did not have any emotion in his heart as he ordered, "Dispose of the bodies."
The soldiers immediately took action, their obedience higher than before.
Noticing this, the captain felt enlightened as he found a way to make his men more obedient. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman on the left side but quickly diverted his gaze since these women still had their purpose.
He stepped forward in front of the men and loudly declared, "Listen well, you all. You are now soldiers of the Mughal Empire, and your task is to go to the battlefield, kill as many Bharatiya soldiers as you can, and die."
He could see the desperation, despair, and panic in the eyes of the men, but he did not care as he continued.
"As a reward for your actions, your family members will be set free for your contribution, and they will be allowed to leave the empire with your death."
"So, what do you all think? Very generous, isnât it?"
"Looking at your expressions, I knew you would agree with me. So, happily trot to the carriage and come with me."
The men were fuming with rage, but looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the desperate expressions of their mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives, they had no choice but to put their hopes in their despicable and barbaric captors and give up their lives.
---
This situation occurred in every village and town under the influence of the Mughal Empire. Within the span of twenty-four hours, the Mughal Empire had morphed into an empire of sin.
Due to most of the Mughal elites being concentrated within the areas of New Delhi and Agra, all of the official and military leadership positions became extremely unified.
As a result, civilians were not given a chance to start a riot, as they were attacked with the overwhelming force of hundreds of thousands of Mughal soldiers descending on their homes and brutally assaulting them.
This atrocity continued for three whole days. Due to these vicious methods, which were even more brutal than those previously employed, the Mughal Empire was able to forcibly create 1.3 million soldiers who were not only afraid of death but were willingly asking for it.
This was possible due to the high population density surrounding the capital of the Mughal Empire, which had nearly 4 million people.
Among these people, nearly ten to fifteen per cent were Mughal elites, while the rest were ordinary citizens living in small villages and towns.
It was these ordinary citizens and towns that suffered this catastrophe. Due to the presence of a sufficient number of Mughal elites, the majority of the population was immediately turned into slaves of war.
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