Chapter 168: Resolve

Dark clouds loomed over the capital of the Maratha kingdom. Thousands of nervous soldiers stood in neat and organized ranks. The stage was set for the king to make an appearance for the speech.

Devendra Chauhan wore his usual war armor. He stood confidently, looking down at the ranks of the soldiers.

Beside him stood his son. He was the future of the Marathas. His son was born with a huge talent for martial arts and military prowess. He knew that his son had already grown stronger than him.

He still had the responsibility of a parent to guide his child through the ropes of adulthood. He wanted to protect him and show him the resolve needed to face an enemy like the Mughals.

The fateful day of the war had finally dawned upon them. The information of the Mughals was relayed to him quickly by his spies

The march towards the borders had begun. Devendra was nervous, as was everyone but he was the last person to show the nervous visage of his to his soldiers. He couldn't break their trust. He had to lead them through these times.

He took a deep breath, taking in the weight of his responsibility. There was no one to lean on for help.

His voice boomed through the ranks of soldiers.

"Hear me, Soldiers."

The soldiers stood straight at the loud roar from the king.

"Once again, we are on the cusp of destruction. The fate of our kingdom rests in our hands. We have to walk through the perilous path to preserve our motherland and the dreams of our loved ones. The life of our children. "

Our cause is just; our might is unmatched. Remember that each of you bears the power of Marathas in your hands and hearts.

Give me blood, and I shall give you victory.

There can be no greater fortune than to die for our motherland, and no greater glory than to see her free from the clutches of evil.

Today we fight for our motherland. The enemy seeks to crush our dreams, but remember, the might of the people is stronger than any sword. Trust in Bhavani Mata, in Mahadev, and in yourselves. Victory is ours, for we fight not for power but for honor and dharma.

My soldiers, even if death comes knocking. We shall fight back until our life is extinguished.

My Soldiers, Raise your swords. Let your screams give you power to walk this perilous path.

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The soldiers raised the swords. The capital shook by the might roar of the Maratha soldiers.

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They were ready to give their blood and tears for their land. Thousands of soldiers took an oath of sacrifice that day.

They would protect their motherland at the cost of their blood until it would run dry.

The wives, daughters, and mothers of the soldiers stood among the soldiers, blessing them.

It was a beautiful yet sad sight to witness.

The wives were watching their husbands go to war. Some of them were crying in the arms of the husband as they consoled them.

The mother was hugging her 19-year-old son as she sent him to fight for their motherland. Some of the young soldiers were orphans with no one to bless but some mothers, seeing the orphans stand alone, blessed them along with their own child.

The daughters tugging and crying in the arms of their fathers.

Meanwhile, the young commander, Shivaji Bhonsle, took a blood oath bravely in front of the soldiers. They looked flabbergasted as they witnessed the confidence of the young man to dedicate his blood to the land.

Aadarsh looked stonefaced and witnessed this spectacle as the burden that his father took on his shoulder finally dawned on him.

His reaffirmed his resolve with a clenched fist. He didn't want to lose his kingdom to the Mughal scum. Stay updated via m-v l|-NovelFire.net

His mother came to the stage and did aarti on him and his father. There were dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes were puffy from crying all night. Aadarsh saw the pain of his mother. She was sending her husband and only son to war.

Despite this, she stood straight and confident like a queen. If she falls into despair, who would the rest of the women look up to?

Lastly, she marked a tilak on his army as they blessed him.

Aadarsh touched the feet of his mother to seek her blessings.

"Do your best, my son." She blessed him with a sad expression.

Both her husband and son were going to fight for the kingdom. She didn't want to send them to war but she knew that this was the responsibility they took upon themselves.

She also had the responsibility to protect every woman in the palace and give them the strength to push through.

Even if the worst happens, she steeled her resolve to burn herself instead of being a toy to the Mughal scum.

"Mother, I shall come home victorious. Pray for me. "

His mother ruffled his hair with a warm smile. "I know. You are strong."

Devendra didn't speak, as he knew this war was unlike any other war with the mughals. This time they were surrounded by enemies on all fronts, unlike the other wars.

His instincts screamed of something ominous. This war would paint the kingdom red. He still held hope in his ability to win.

Despite his instincts telling him to run away. He steeled his resolve as he was ready to give his life for the sake of the kingdom.

'I won't give those mughal bastards any land as long as I am alive.'

After receiving their due blessings. Thousands of soldiers stood confidently in front of Devendra. The nervousness of the past had faded into the shadows. Every soldier, young and old, stood with renewed resolve to protect their motherland.

Devendra smiled warmly, looking at the soldiers. He looked beside him to see the other commanders and his own son standing confidently.

"March to the borders, my soldiers." He roared.

The March to protect the kingdom had begun.