August 15th, 1656
"Bastards!"
Bang!!
Vijay roared in fury and struck the table with great momentum. The force of his punch was so great that the table immediately broke apart.
He had just learned about the atrocities committed by the Mughal Empire within their influence. Unfortunately, due to the region being completely isolated, the information channels were completely cut off, leaving them unable to react until it was too late.
If not for some of the Mughal soldiers voluntarily informing him of the atrocities taking place, he would have never known until the last moment.
Initially, he was suspicious about the intent of these Mughal soldiers who chose to reveal so-called secret information. But after getting the information, he fully understood the reason.
Although the current Mughal Empire had become the concentration centre of high-class elite scum absorbed from all over the Mughal Empire, there was a minority who recognize what was going on inside the Mughal-controlled region as vile, extremely disgusting, inhuman, and completely against the teachings of the Messiah.
Hence, risking their lives, they evacuated their families and resolutely escaped from Delhi and Agra.
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Knowing the truth, Vijay was not willing to wait for the remaining 80,000 troops’ arrival; he would immediately launch an attack and end this sinful empire.
"Narasimha, Ramayya, Yogendra, and Sarvesh, all of you command 150,000 troops each and join me on the battlefield immediately."
All the military commanders present in the barracks were immediately informed of Vijay’s orders.
They were doubtful about why the sudden shift in strategy took place, but after understanding the reasons, even the most steady and strategic Narasimha among the leaders could not stand still and immediately mobilized his army.
"Kyaaa thuu"
"These demons!"
The Bharatiya soldiers who got to know about the atrocities committed by the Mughal Empire couldn’t help but clench their fists in anger, ready to march into the Mughal Empire at a moment’s notice.
The military barracks of the Bharatiya Empire, like a monstrous beast of war, began to operate at full capacity. War rations, soldiers, artillery, firearms, and explosives were all moved to their respective places, getting into the optimum state of a well-oiled killing machine.
Within a couple of hours, the Bharatiya Army, whose morale and intent to fight had reached new heights, stood neatly in formation. All 750,000 Bharatiya troops were ready to march into the heartland of the Mughal Empire at a moment’s notice.
Thousands of artillery pieces were neatly arranged behind this formation, ready to rain destruction at any moment.
Special forces like the Bharatiya Marines, Bharatiya Commandos, and Bharatiya Rangers were all spread out throughout the surroundings, both on land and water, to guard against any sneak attack that could be attempted by the Mughal Empire and even launch a sneak attack on the Mughal Empire if possible.
*Badum!!* *Bhum!!* *Bhum!!* *Badum!!* *Bhum!!* *Bhum!!*
The drumbeats of the giant drums and the cries of the war elephants signified the readiness of the Bharatiya Empire as each of their soldiers’ eyes radiated with a fierce determination, a determination that would not even waver in the face of adversities.
Moments later, there was movement from the defence line of Agra.
The Mughal soldiers were pouring out. all these soldiers had fierce expressions on their faces, their eyes as red as blood, and each one of them had a reckless and bloody aura about them.
Vijay seeing the scene through the telescope, immediately questioned, "Aditya, talk to me. How are the Mughal forces distributed? It looks like the Mughal Empire has put all its efforts into this one strike. Is this really the case, or is there any conspiracy behind it?"
Aditya, who was constantly receiving information from various channels and regions of the battlefield, immediately went through all the data and consolidated the results.
"Your Majesty, it is a high if not a definitive possibility that the Mughal Empire has spent all its resources on this one strike. According to the reports, nearly 1.8 million troops of the Mughal Empire are participating in the battle."
Vijay immediately had an unsightly expression on his face, receiving the confirmation he did not wish for. Raising his head and looking forward, he saw the ocean of Mughal soldiers intently glaring towards him. But looking at these men, he felt neither fear nor anger.
On the contrary, knowing the prior information and the circumstances of the poor men in the Mughal army, he felt that these guys were pitiful. Vijay couldn’t help but feel very unwilling to launch this attack. But if he did not do it, more people would suffer. This was a hard choice he had to make, with no possibility of avoiding.
"Bhargava, are you sure we cannot use the ground cannon?" Vijay asked.
"Unfortunately, Your Majesty, the sand and soil here are too tightly packed, and it will take a long time to dig a hole large enough to produce the power we would require. And even if we were able to dig that big of a hole, we do not have strong enough reinforcement material to stop the explosion from dissipating inside the ground, thereby reducing the power of the projectile."
Bhargava, one of the top logistics officials, replied with a sad expression on his face, as he too understood the weight of His Majesty’s decision.
It was already the third time Vijay had asked the question, but every time he heard the disappointing answer, he couldn’t help but sigh.
It was as if there was an illusion in his mind where he would get an answer that enabled him to not only defeat the Mughal Empire but also save these poor people. However, unfortunately, the illusion was just that, an illusion and not the reality. He couldn’t both have the cake and eat it.
"Damn it," he cursed, his fist clenched.
Coming to terms with the harsh reality, he steeled his heart. He became horrified and desperate after imagining his own family experiencing hell within the Mughal Empire. His eyes turned bloodshot even thinking about the possibility, and his hands were shaking, pushing his reflexes to the peak.
"Shing!!"
He unsheathed his Sword, The Raktha Asthram, wore his black helmet, raised his talwar high, and declared, "For the salvation of our brothers and sisters, let’s end this battle once and for all."
He roared as he proceeded to charge forward.
"For the salvation!!"
"For the salvation!!"
"For the salvation!!"
The commanders and the soldiers repeated the battle cry and rushed forward.
From above, one could see two armies about to collide. One army was moving through the battlefield like a sharp arrow through its obstacles, while the other army moved like a fast and desperate predator waiting to swallow its prey whole.
"Raah!"
Vijay ran forward and immediately swung his sword at the upcoming enemy. In one move, the enemy dropped down dead, with his neck split open.
"Swish!!"
However, he did not stop. He immediately ran forward at full speed and continued to wave his blade like a graceful Kathak dancer.
He was spinning around on the battlefield, constantly reaping the lives of the enemies, becoming the god of death.
Normally, anyone would avoid such a person who was reaping lives like crops, but the Mughal soldiers, who had already prepared to die, only saw relief from their lives and the hope of their loved ones being released, so they actively ran forward, flying into their deaths.
Vijay knew this, and he could feel the desperation and despair emanating from the ones he had killed. His heart was heavy, but he had to go on.
Although he got tired from constantly swinging his sword and running around the battlefield, he did not dare to feel tired. What he was doing for his nation was nothing compared to what these brave souls were doing for their families, so he wouldn’t even dare to stop his actions and give them the respectable and glorious ends they deserved.
The soldiers behind Vijay also thought the same. Although they were overwhelmed by the numbers, they still kept going, not willing to fall down in exhaustion.
Surprisingly enough, in a battle of this scale, the mode of combat once again shifted to one of cold weapons. This was primarily because neither the Bharatiya Empire nor the Mughal Empire could equip all the Hundred’s of thousands or millions of soldiers with firearms, which was not only impossible in this era but also nearly impossible in the era and world from Vijay came.
Hence, except for the artillery of both powers, which is constantly destroying each other, the armies are actually fighting with cold weapons using ancient formations and strategies.
Fortunately, due to most of the Bharatiya military leaders being educated in classical strategies in the military academy, they quickly adapted to the shift on the battlefield and immediately took on an advantageous position.
Given that the Mughal army were civilians to begin with, there was no resistance to the deadly wedge formation of the Bharatiya Empire that was rushing through the Mughal army like a hot knife through butter.
*Pah!*
*Pah!*
*Pah!*
Vijay was panting heavily; he was really out of breath. But looking at the wall that was only a few tens of meters away, his eyes couldn’t help but become determined again.
Looking beside Sarvesh, who followed him, and behind at the soldiers who managed to break through the Mughal army with great difficulty, Vijay loudly declared, "Let’s go! Let’s drag that Mughal Emperor outside and end his sinful life. Let’s end this battle!"
The soldiers, who were out of breath, immediately straightened their backs and got ready for the final push.
Vijay, as always, took the lead and ran forward, followed by Sarvesh and later the soldiers.
Just as Vijay was about to reach the vicinity of the city wall, he sensed a profound crisis of intensity he had never felt in his life. He knew something was amiss inside the city walls.
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"Immediately, everyone split up!"
P.S. This chapter is 4,500 words long. I have already written it, but I’m too tired to edit the second half today. I’ll do it tomorrow.