Chapter 176: Massacre of Jalgaon [2]

The sun rose over the horizon as the morning light dawned on the city of Jalgaon. The captain of the garrison was a man named Abdullah.

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He was jolted awake by the light piercing through the blinds of the window. He got the position of captain due to his connections with a maulana from the local mosque.

It was an easy job, as he just had to suppress unarmed men that rebelled once in a while.

He didn't even care about their lives. He just killed some unarmed men for fun. This usually puts them in their place.

Recently, he has been annoyed with the increasing cases of organized rebels.

This was particularly high in the region of Jalgaon, as it was a rebel-infested area. The organized nature of the group made it harder to find the mastermind behind the group.

He clicked his tongue as he got ready to go and do his job. Although his job was just reading some reports. He just lazed around and got paid for it.

Abdullah wasn't serious about the job.

He sat at his desk and looked through some reports compiled by the soldiers. He noticed that the vice captain still wasn't present at his desk.

He wasn't usually this late.

"What happened to that bastard? Is he drunk again?" muttered Abdullah.

The vice captain had a habit of drinking. He was usually found drunk sleeping on the streets by morning patrol guards.

He skimmed through the reports and realized there were no reports of yesterday's patrol.

Abdullah was furious and yelled to call his assistant.

"Hey!! Come here, what happened to yesterday's report? None of the numbskulls could write a proper report."

Silence. No reply.

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He got up from his chair and barged into the assistant's room.

"You bastard, you dare ignore me!!"

He found his assistant's corpse lying on the wooden desk, stabbed right in the neck. Fresh blood still flowed out his neck onto the table like a fountain.

"What the hell?" He muttered in horror.

"Boooo…"

A low whisper entered his ear. The sudden whisper jolted him and he fell down.

A masked man looked down on him. Abdullah could see the amused smirk of the man through his mask.

"Wh-who are you?" He stuttered out, crawling back in fear.

"Me? I am just a normal guy!!" The man said. "Anyway, you are the patrol captain, right?"

Abdullah instinct told him that the man in front of him was dangerous. He could feel the bloodlust seeping through the man. He never felt anything like that before.

"No. I am not the captain. Please spare me!!" He lied and began to plead for his life on his knees.

"Really? You are not the captain!!"

"Yes!! I am not lying; please believe me!! I will do an-"

Suddenly He went mute. He couldn't muster his voice.

'What happened.' He thought as he glanced at the blood dripping down his body.

The masked man had stabbed him right in the throat. The last thing he heard was the man's voice.

"Next time, create a better lie."

He looked down at the corpses and stretched his body before walking out of the garrison office.

He lit up a firework.

*BOOM*

The flash of light from the center of the city reached the eyes of Kashyap, lying in wait for the signal in the forest near the northern entrance.

He glanced back at his men and ordered.

"Let's move."

The rebel soldiers were now clad in armor supplied by the Empire. They wore equipment better than the garrison soldiers.

Thanks to the help of the supervisor. Kashyap had managed to learn a bit of strategy and formations.

He charged at the northern entrance to find the guards near the walls dead. Their corpses were riddled with stab wounds from a dagger.

Paying no heed to the corpses. The group charged right into the city. They killed many of the patrol soldiers along their way to the garrison.

The patrol soldiers, seeing this incursion from both sides, tried to group and take care of the rebels.

To their horror, both the vice captain and captain were assassinated by the rebels.

They were left with no one to command them. This made their morale low and most of the patrol soldiers began to panic as they saw the rebels approaching.

The patrol soldiers didn't have much experience to fight off an armed rebel group with neat formations. They became prey to the rebels as they stabbed each and every patrol soldier to death.

"Don't spare any of these scum," yelled Kashyap.

He stabbed and killed multiple soldiers to let out his anger.

The northeast entrance was swarmed by two units led by Nishant and Mukesh. They were able to eliminate the soldiers.

A huge massacre was happening in Jalgaon as every soldier in the city was being hunted down.

The citizens of the city stayed indoors as they saw fights happening on the streets of the city. The streets were colored red from the blood of the soldiers.

After every soldier in Jalgaon was hunted down.

They all headed towards the garrison office in the middle of the city. The supervisor had ordered them to meet him there after taking over the city.

As they passed through the streets towards the garrison office. They noticed various corpses with clean cuts.

"What the hell happened here?" exclaimed Mukesh.

"I have no idea. Did you guys send a unit to the garrison office?" asked Kashyap.

Nishant and Mukesh both shook their heads.

They saw the supervisor standing close to a huge banyan tree, admiring it's beauty.

A cold shiver ran down their spine seeing 5 dismembered corpses around the man.

The supervisor turned to them.

"You all are here!! Good job." He exclaimed.

"What happened here?" asked Kashyap timidly.

"I just helped a little. Don't worry about this."

"You mean, you killed everyone here?"

"Yes! I did." He said with a bright smile. "Anyway, I need to report. Bye."

He disappeared from the sight quickly.

Realization dawned on them. The supervisor had killed all the people in the office alone. He was a powerhouse.

They all had a single thought on their minds at that moment.

'Who the hell is he?'