Mughal camp, chandanpur village.
The cold night air was thick with tension as the disciplined lines of musketeers advanced with precision from three sides of the forests surrounding the village, their movements almost mechanical in their efficiency. The Mughals, already on edge from the earlier chaos and bombardment, now faced a new and terrifying threat.
The musketeers halted abruptly, their muskets raised in unison. A tense silence filled the air for a moment, broken only by the muffled cries of the wounded Mughals and the crackle of fires in the tents. Then, with a thunderous roar, the first volley of musket fire erupted, the sound echoing like the wrath of an angry god.
Mughal soldiers screamed and fell as the bullets tore through their ranks. Panic spread quickly, fear overtaking reason as the soldiers scrambled for cover.
