Vipin and his group scaled the other wall of the city using their wooden ladders. They were headed by a veteran commander from the Maratha camp.
The commander knew the ins and outs of the outer ring of the city from reading the maps they compiled for him. He cleared the walls and secured them under his command.
The citizens of this side of the walls saw the rebels and quickly shut themselves in their houses. They knew it was a bad thing to get involved with the rebels in any sort of way.
Getting involved with the rebels would always result in bad things for the Sultanate or the Portuguese so the citizens refused to interact with them.
"Damn. They emptied the streets for us," chuckled Vipin.
"Don't mind it. Take it as an opportunity to do your work without worrying about the citizens," commented the commander, adjusting his armor.
They watched the smoke billow from the warehouse set on fire by the rebel guards.
