The prince's army charged into Karnavati. Thousands of Maratha soldiers entered the city, stabbing the frozen Mughal soldiers. The Mughals had watched their own commander beheaded.
They had no one to lead them; the army fell into a huge panic. The entrance of the prince of Maratha didn't help either. It was a one-side massacre. The fresh soldiers of the prince's army slashed and killed hundreds of Mughals in the plaza.
"Kill them all." Roared Aadarsh.
Karnavati's city plaza became a canvas painted with Mughal blood. The Maratha soldiers were hunting down each Mughal like prey for their hunting games.
Screams echoed as they were mercilessly slaughtered, some deserting their comrades and running away but to no avail. They were hunted down to the last man and made to suffer.
Aadarsh didn't have to do much. The fight was over before it even started. He mowed down the Mughals till not even one of them survived.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
