Vipin paced around the camp with a nervous look. He was going to fight the Portuguese. The people that destroyed his and his comrades' lives for their greed.
As the battle day approached, he couldn't help but feel even more nervousness and fear. He was scared to go against such a strong foe.
'Can I win?'
'Will I lose my family to those monsters again?'
'Can I finally achieve my revenge.'
Hundreds of questions with no answers raced through his mind.
Vipin knew there was no turning back at this point. They had fully committed themselves to this task.
He got a commander he needed from the Maratha side. The commander quickly set their formations and battle plans. They were going to take the southeast wall of the city.
