"Immediately, everyone split up!"
Vijay roared aloud as he could feel the threat of death actually intensifying, which he had never felt before.
The soldiers did not understand why His Majesty wanted them to split up when their target was right in front of them, but due to their trust in him, they did as ordered.
Vijay, who had moved 20 meters to the right of his previous path, finally felt the threat of death dissipating largely. Hence, he slowly stopped and had the soldiers who followed him make a defensive formation and wait for whatever premonition he was feeling to happen.
He didn’t have to wait very long, as without his knowledge, the fuse of the explosives Muhammad set up inside the city wall had already reached the gunpowder.
"BOOOM!"
It was a loud explosion, so deafening that people who were near it had their ears ruptured and were bleeding.
The city wall, which looked invincible just a moment ago, was blasted apart, forming a hole eight meters in diameter.
Out of the wall, a flame spewed out like a dragon’s breath, burning and destroying everything in its path up to 100 meters away.
When the explosion dissipated, a groove had formed on the battlefield, and within this groove, burnt corpses of both Bharatiya and Mughal soldiers were scattered around.
The battlefield was momentarily silent as the people could not have imagined the ruthlessness of the Mughal Empire. In order to kill Vijay, they had even resorted to using such means where the lives of humans were completely disregarded.
Muhammad, who had anticipation brewing in his heart, waiting for the good news of Vijay’s death, was immediately disappointed. His mind flipped into denial as he could not understand why Vijay suddenly changed his path.
This was his last trump card. He intentionally had a specific part of the army weakened in order for the Bharatiya soldiers commanded by Vijay to breach through and lure Vijay to the city wall where he had laid the trap.
For this trap, he had people dig a huge hole the size of a small well, filling it with 10 tonnes of gunpowder, which was the whole stock of gunpowder remaining in the Mughal Empire.
On top of this gunpowder, all the available rocks, ammunition, and sharp metal objects were poured, amounting to another 6 to 7 tonnes. Lighting it up, Muhammad had thought he was sure to kill the Bharatiya Emperor without fail this time, but ultimately, he failed.
Vijay, who had survived the trump card of the Mughal Empire, did not feel happy nor sad. He just saw the crater that had formed in the hopes of killing him.
He saw the thousands of dead bodies within the crater forming a puddle of blood. His mind was momentarily blank, constantly questioning how a human could be so vicious.
He did not give any orders as he slowly walked into the city wall. Though the soldiers were not ordered to do anything, they quickly followed, not wanting anything to happen to His Majesty.
"Attack!"
The soldiers who were still inside the wall immediately acted, firing their muskets at the arriving Vijay and his army.
But Vijay did not command anything, as a lot of things were running through his head. All he saw was one man at the back of the Mughal soldiers, standing there wearing iron armour with a face filled with disbelief.
The Bharatiya soldiers, who realized the Mughal army’s attack, immediately covered His Majesty with their tower shields for protection. The gunners in this formation immediately took action to counterattack the Mughal soldiers.
Despite this, Vijay did not stop as he slowly moved forward, step by step.
The soldiers saw that His Majesty was not acting right, but they did not stop him.
On the contrary, they worked together to make a road for Vijay, even if this road was built with the death of many.
"Brother, hold!"
"Yes!"
"On my mark, 1, 2, 3, push."
"Huuup!"
"Bang!"
"Ahh!!"
"On my mark, 1, 2, 3, push."
"Huuup!"
"Bang!"
"Gah!!"
"On my mark, 1, 2, 3, push."
"Huuup!"
"Bang!"
"Haa!!"
One step at a time, his soldiers made a path for him. Vijay, who had lost so much already, was ready to put his life on the line to kill his enemy.
However, as his army moved forward, it became harder and harder. The army could not keep up with Vijay’s movement anymore. Just when they were getting desperate looking at his majesty who was quickly leaving their protection, a knight dressed in red armour, carrying two swords, fearlessly jumped into the Mughal fray, equipped with firearms, and started his slaughter.
"Roar!"
Sarvesh’s roars echoed throughout the battlefield as he growled like a tiger and bounced from one enemy to another. If Vijay’s fighting style was like a graceful dancer, beautiful and elegant, then Sarvesh’s was like a brutal animal, ruthless and barbaric.
Sarvesh’s eyes had become red, and he seemed to have lost his reason. He seemed to have gone back to the time when he was helpless, watching his two mothers and sisters get killed in front of him.
"Unacceptable!"
"I will kill you all!"
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
"Roar!"
He did not even consider the wounds accumulating on his body nor the fatigue that threatened to drop him to the ground. None of that mattered to him now. As soon as he saw some of the houses within the city and witnessed the atrocities these animals had done to those helpless women, it hit him hard. He would not tolerate, nor he would forgive.
Come what may, he would butcher each and everyone in his way to get to his target if he had to.
"Squash!!"
"Squash!!"
"Squash!!"
Heads were blasted like watermelons as Sarvesh began to embody the true meaning of his name: Master of all, one of the three gods of law, the destroyer of the world, Lord Rudra himself.
The army, which had slowed down due to resistance, immediately began to move forward step by step and eventually caught up with Vijay, who had already moved forward and taken some damage to his armour.
Eventually, with the escort of Sarvesh, the Bharatiya Army reached a point where Muhammad was only a few meters away.
As for Muhammad, looking at all the guns pointed at him, he did not dare to run away. But from the looks of it, he did not even have the intention of running away. On the contrary, he had drawn his sword, prepared to die like a warrior.
Sarvesh was extremely enraged by this action after this monster ruthlessly butchered millions of people.
He was just about to jump onto the stage where Muhammad stood, ready to kill him immediately.
"Hey!"
However, a voice as chilling and threatening as a Demon filled with boundless killing intent immediately stopped his movements.
He turned back only to see the cold and ruthless eyes of his majesty staring right into him. He felt fear looking at those eyes that disregarded life and death; he felt like he would be devoured by those eyes.
"That is my prey. You stay out," Vijay ordered, not giving a chance to refuse. He would not let anyone interfere with his battle, even if that person was his own trusted subordinate and his right arm, Sarvesh.
Sarvesh seemed to understand the steely determination of his majesty, so he stepped down onto one knee, both showing his obedience and providing a step for Vijay.
Vijay immediately stepped onto Sarvesh’s knee and got atop the stage where Muhammad V was waiting for him.
All the Bharatiya soldiers around, seeing how their majesty had personally gone into battle, put down their weapons, not willing to interfere.
Fortunately, due to the final battle taking place between the two emperors, the massacre outside had stopped. The Mughal soldiers who came to know about the defeat of the Mughal Empire quickly ran into the city, searching for their loved ones.
But when they witnessed what happened to most of them, they were extremely saddened. Betrayed By the Mughal Empire, with the same determination to die they showed before, they were about to charge towards Muhammad but were stopped by the Bharatiya soldiers who did not allow anyone to interfere with their majesty’s fight.
Muhammad was actually surprised when the person who was fighting him was the Bharatiya Emperor, Vijay Devaraya.
He was suddenly very happy, knowing that he had a chance to take his revenge at least before his death.
He did not utter a single word as he swiftly ran forward and swung his sword at Vijay.
Vijay did not unsheath his sword; he felt that death by the sword was too easy for Muhammad. With the rage and disgust accumulated within him for a long time, he would not be able to forgive himself if he gave Muhammad too easy of a death.
He felt the dangerous, tingling sensation as the sword was swung at him.
He immediately moved his body to the side, barely avoiding the sword.
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Muhammad swung his sword time and time again, but Vijay kept dodging. It was not without injuries, though. His already damaged armour had now been completely torn apart, revealing his cut and bloodied body.
All the Bharatiya soldiers were doubtful about why their majesty was not fighting back. Sarvesh’s grip tightened on his swords, about to make a move, but when he remembered the eyes of his majesty, a shiver ran down his spine. He immediately loosened his grip and carefully watched the battle unfolding.
Sarvesh’s instincts were right.
Unknown to anyone, mysterious changes were happening within Vijay’s mind. His eyes became darker and darker as if they would suck even the light into them.
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Vijay’s adrenaline was raised to its maximum level, his body reflexes pushed to their limit, and his danger sense constantly warned him about his impending death against the skilled swordsmanship of Muhammad.
Despite knowing the danger, Vijay did not give in; he could feel that he was on the verge of something, so he continued to persist on the edge of death for as long as possible.
Muhammad was getting annoyed that his enemy was continuously dodging his attacks, so he made up his mind to take a risk. He lunged forward, providing his vital parts as an opening, used a feint, and immediately swung at Vijay’s neck from the side.
At this precise moment, when the audience felt their hearts skip a beat and Vijay experienced the most intense threat of death, it happened.
"Click!"
Like an egg cracking, his mind entered a new realm, a realm that no human had ever reached, a realm that could allow a human to reach his genetic potential.
Vijay’s eyes immediately saw Muhammad’s multiple moves at once, and this time, he moved.
"Swoop!"
He immediately ducked down, avoiding the sword, and as a counter, he dealt a deadly uppercut from the side.
"Boom!"
Muhammad was stunned by the blow. Blood spilt from his mouth, and a few of his teeth were broken. It was the hardest hit he had ever felt in his life.
But Vijay was not done. He continuously moved around Muhammad’s body and proceeded to pummel him down, even though Muhammad wore armour.
Muhammad felt the barrage of blows. His internal organs were constantly shaken, and the vibrations made him feel even more terrified. He was really scared now, what sort of animal was he facing? Was this the strength a human should have? He immediately realized that if Vijay utilized his full strength and used a sword, his goal of killing Vijay would become a joke.
Despite this realization, he was very unwilling and not reconciled. "Ahhh!" Not caring about the heavy blows, Muhammad swung his sword madly, trying to kill Vijay with one blow. Perhaps due to his last breath, the speed at which he swung the sword had obviously reached its peak; even the sound of air being torn apart could be heard.
"Is this still human?" the audience muttered with disbelief.
What they saw greatly shocked them. The Mughal Emperor Muhammad continuously swung his sword at Vijay, trying to hurt him, but Vijay, like a man who read every move of his opponent, avoided each sword strike with precision and continued to punch Muhammad to the ground.
Vijay, seeing that Muhammad had fallen, did not mind his injured hand That was profusely bleeding as he continued to blast Muhammad’s face again and again.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The sound of flesh and blood kept echoing throughout the battlefield. The soldiers were momentarily dumbstruck as they witnessed the scene in front of them.
This is why Vijay refused to use his sword and resorted only to his hands. He wanted to take the life of his enemy with his own hands and feel the enemy’s life slip away.
Although a sword is indeed more effective, it is not as direct and primal as pummeling the enemy with one’s own hands. With each hit he landed on Muhammad, Vijay felt his anger being released to its maximum. Even though he felt the pain constantly being sent through his hands, he did not mind; the pain only stimulated him further. The more he fought, the stronger his resolve became.
Consequently, blood mist began to form each time he landed a blow. He started to scream, letting out all the burdens he carried from his past life and this one. He was finally free.
Sarvesh, observing the scene, felt a tinge of sympathy for Vijay. With his past experience, he anticipated that the challenges His Majesty would face in the future were not something anyone could bear. He also knew that this battle would bring a permanent change within His Majesty; he was just uncertain whether this change would be for the better or worse.
Vijay’s mind did not have any such complicated thoughts. His sole aim was to punch Muhammad’s head until it became two-dimensional.
Originally, he had intended to torture Muhammad in various ways, but when the battle began, he was consumed by rage. So he was not able to control his actions
Vijay felt that if he stopped now, he would be consumed by his emotions and unable to rid himself of them. So, even though minor cracks appeared in his bones, he did not stop and continued to batter Muhammad’s head.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The barrage of strikes continued for 20 more minutes until Vijay finally stopped. He rolled onto his back and passed out. Muhammad had become a two-dimensional creature, having left the third dimension.
The soldiers finally removed their helmets, hugged each other, and celebrated their victory.
The Mughal generals who were besieging the city wall finally surrendered with Muhammad’s death.
Feroze Jung, knowing that his end would not be painless, resolutely put a musket to his head and pulled the trigger.
Several Mughal nobles who had done too much evil followed suit.
Those Nobles who did not want to die and wanted to try their luck did not even need the Bharatiya Army to act; the Mughal soldiers themselves devoured these nobles alive.
With the fall of Agra, the city of Delhi also fell.
The remnants of the dynasty were hunted down and completely eliminated.
The green flag of the Mughal Empire was permanently taken down and replaced by the saffron flag with the Ashoka Chakra of the Bharatiya Empire.
As if by fate, on 15th August 1656, with the song composed by saint Tukaram, named *Vande Bharat Matha*, played all over the subcontinent, the Land of Bharat was finally free from invaders’ rule after 500+ Years.
The Mughal Empire was no more.
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
P.S. Phew Finally done
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