CHAPTER 10: THE END OF THE FIRST BATTLE WITH MUGALS
Before Ayush could react, a shot from Ahmad's gun hit the right side of Ayush's chest.
"Bang…!"
AnothEr shot directly hit Ayush's lower abdomen.
Seeing that Ayush got shot, Vikram and Maan Singh, who were slaying the Mughal soldiers, shouted in alarm.
Ayush staggered as pain spread across his chest. Though his body had been strengthened by the potion, it was still vulnerable to gunfire. He grabbed the wound on his chest and looked at the man responsible for the destruction of his family.
Faint smoke rose from the barrel of Ahmad's toradar. With a smug expression, Ahmad sneered, "Boy, your life ends here!"
"Ding!"
"Warning: The host's life is in danger… Resurrection card detected in the system inventory. Host needs immediate medical attention."
Ayush ignored the system notification as his vision blurred. Through the haze, he heard Ahmad's voice mocking him.
"Ch…ch…chii… Is that all the great Yadu prince has? One of the two warrior bloodlines of Bharat? If your mother were still alive, I might've played with her after killing you. Unfortunately, she's dead."
Breathing heavily, Ayush managed a smile.
"Just a few minutes ago, your general Zakir said the same thing. Now he's in hell, enjoying the so-called 72 hoors. Don't worry, you'll accompany him soon."
"HaHa…" Ayush took out the Desert Eagle and aimed directly at Ahmad's head.
"Bang…!"
Before Ahmad could react, Ayush shot him nine times, sending him straight to hell.
"Ding!"
"Host has killed a Mughal commander. Reward: 2,500 points and a 19th-century fortification blueprint."
"Your Highness…!" Maan Singh rushed to Ayush's side, catching him as he collapsed.
"Maan Singh… cough…cough… I'm fine… kill everyone. Leave only one alive to deliver my message—I will destroy the Mughals one day." Ayush spat blood as he spoke.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Maan Singh took Ayush back to their camp and placed him in Ankita's care, the royal family's doctor. Ayush lay beside his unconscious mother.
"Ankita didi (elder sister), give this to maa first, it's the antidote to the poison." Ayush handed the bottle to Ankita.
"Your Highness… but your wounds : " Ankita's eyes filled with worry as she looked at Ayush's blood-soaked body.
"Haha… Sister, don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I'll heal myself in a few days. Just give my mother the antidote first." After saying that, Ayush closed his eyes, completely exhausted.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted on the battlefield.
With both their commander and general dead, the Mughal army fell into disarray. Ayush had prepared modern tactics to handle large-scale warfare, guerrilla warfare, trench attacks, ambushes, and dividing enemy forces. Under Gaurav, Vikram, and Maan's leadership, the tide of battle shifted in their favor.
"Bhaiya Vikram, surround them from the front! Brother Gaurav and I will attack from the back and sides!" Maan Singh shouted fiercely, gripping his blood-soaked sword as he charged at the remaining Mughals with vengeance in his eyes.
Three hours later.
On the battlefield, where many trees once stood and dried leaves covered the ground, only one thing remained now: countless dead bodies and a river of blood.
Within three hours, under the leadership of Vikram, Maan Singh, and Gaurav, the Mughal army was completely slaughtered.
The elite army of Ayush played a crucial role in this battle. Without their strength and skills, even modern tactics might not have been enough to secure victory. More than 300 Mughal soldiers fell at the hands of the elite soldiers alone.
As for the villagers, while they did not directly participate in the battle, their assistance in various ways significantly contributed to the outcome. This battle gave the villagers hope that one day, they might be selected to join Ayush's army.
However, in front of Maan Singh, Vikram, and Gaurav, one Mughal soldier knelt trembling, the sole survivor of the three-hundred-strong force. His life had been spared for a reason.
"Take this letter to Agra and deliver it to your emperor, Akbar. Make sure he reads every word," Maan Singh commanded, slapping a letter into the soldier's hand.
"Ohh… Brother Maan Singh, I think you forgot—he probably doesn't even know how to read," Gaurav mocked.
"Haha!" The elite soldiers standing behind them burst into laughter. Despite many of them sustaining injuries, none were fatal. After a few days of rest, they would recover fully. Thanks to Ayush's careful planning and tactics, the battle had ended with no casualties among their ranks, a feat that strengthened their resolve and loyalty even more.
"Three you….blindfold him, and let him…" Vikram looked at the army who were not injured and gave them the task. As for what the task was.
Well, it was simple, the soldiers carrying messages would be blindfolded and thrown outside the forest near some cities. The reason was straightforward: they wouldn't easily recognize the direction, leaving them confused. Although this might not seem significant, it could help the Yadu army hide for a while.
The battle was finally won!
Within the day, the dead bodies of the Mughals were disposed of, and all their belongings were captured by the Yadu armies. Weapons like swords and other war items were collected and taken back to the camp, while Maan Singh and Vikram retrieved the gun from Ahmad's body.
A week later.
Agra, the main palace of the Mughal Empire.
"My lord… Emperor…!" A middle-aged man covered in blood knelt before Akbar, crying in grief.
"What happened to you?" "And who are you?"
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sat on the throne of the vast Mughal Empire—Abu'l-Fath Jalal-ud-din Muhammad Akbar, a young emperor who had succeeded the throne after his father, Humayun. Akbar's facial features were less than ideal, with a broad forehead, dark brown skin, and a medium height of around 1.6 meters. He wore a silk robe, a Persian-style turban on his head, and gold chains around his neck.
Confused, he looked at the middle-aged man and asked.
"Your Majesty… everyone was killed…they even killed my son!" Still kneeling in front of Akbar in the court, which was filled with ministers, the man pulled out a blood stained letter and presented it.
"Who…?" "And who gave you this…?" Akbar was utterly confused, unable to understand what had happened to the man.
Akbar looked at the letter, but since he didn't know how to read, he passed it to his newly appointed minister, Birbal, formerly named Mahesh Das.
"Your majesty, it was given by the prince of the Yadu Dynasty, Ayush Chandra Mourya," the man replied.
Birbal looked at the letter and read it silently, but suddenly heard Emperor Akbar's order.
"Birbal, what are you doing? Didn't I say to read the letter aloud?"
Birbal hesitated, but after gathering his courage, he began to read:
"To the so-called illiterate emperor of the Mughal Empire, Akbar.
The force you sent to kill me and the remaining people of my dynasty has been annihilated. Your army of more than 300 soldiers, along with your general and commander, have been personally killed by me.
Wait for a few years—this is just the beginning. I will take back everything you've stolen and not only that, but I will also destroy you. One day, I will step on your head and crush it with my foot.
Remember my name… Ayush Chandra Mourya!"
Birbal slowly lowered the letter, avoiding Akbar's gaze as the emperor's fury began to rise.
"How dare he…!" Akbar's voice echoed through the hall, sending chills through the ministers.
"Summon the generals!"
"Within a month, I want that bastard destroyed!" Akbar roared, issuing his command.
"No, Your Majesty! We can't take this step too hastily. We are already expanding toward the south of Jhansi, and our battle with the Rajputs of Mewar is ongoing. If we divert our attention, they might seize the opportunity and attack us. We cannot afford that!"
After hearing this, Akbar, who had a great aura of determination to destroy his enemies, suddenly calmed down and sat on the throne as if carrying a heavy load.
"Your Majesty, we seriously can't afford any problems. We recently had a battle with the Yadu Empire and lost more than 10,000 soldiers. If we act recklessly, we may be attacked from all sides," said another minister responsible for commanding the army.
Akbar sat on the throne and asked his minister, "Ok... then what should we do?"
"Your Majesty, the prince of the Yadu Dynasty is young and reckless. He will definitely make some unnecessary moves. If he tries to expand his forces again or form his own army, he might face battles from other kings in the southeast."
"And we already have his father as our prisoner. We can do one thing here," a minister with a long beard said, then paused and looked at Akbar.
Akbar looked into his eyes and asked, "What…?"
"Your Majesty, in a few months, we will execute him. From this, we can gain two benefits. If the prince comes, we will arrest him. And if he doesn't, we can still execute his father, boosting the reputation of our empire as a warning, this is the consequence of daring to provoke the mighty Mughal Empire."
[A/N Damm....yesterday i was unable to upload chapter. As for the, relatives. And once they saw you using computer or phone they will work like a catalyst to boost the negativity in your parent words. That's why, i was unable to write the chapter despite of having time.]
[Anyway...I am back....!]