Chapter 210: Daman Takeover [1]

It was a cool and brisk early morning. The city was in deep slumber as the sun was yet to rise on the horizon with it's bright flashes of warmth. The soldiers on the outer walls yawned and stretched their arms lazily.The cool morning breeze made them shiver. The morning patrol shift was yet to begin. The walls were unnaturally empty, with some soldiers present here and there on the wall.

Merchant stalls and other shops weren't open. The road to the heart of the city where the Portuguese stayed was relatively empty.

Everything in the city seemed unnervingly calm.

A couple of citizens were walking through the desolate streets. There were no signs of patrol guards like usual.

"Where are the guards? I don't see them today." One asked with a curious look.

"Yes, usually. Those pricks would be out here harassing us," the other comment with a frown. "Today has been a calm day."

"Hey!! Watch your mouth. If we get caught. You know what would happen, right?"

"Sorry Sorry!!. But something is definitely wrong today."

"Yes, I feel like something will be happening today."

Another chimed in. "Well, I do hope someone teaches those white men a good lesson. They deserve to get some good beating."

"I agree with you on that one; those bastards deserve to burn in hell."

Meanwhile, in a garrison office of the outer ring of the city. Hundred to thousands of soldiers were gathered. They were all patrol guards and garrison soldiers of Daman.

They were prepared to wreak havoc in the city for the Portuguese scum under the instructions of the rebels.

The leader of the garrisons in the outer ring of the city was a man named Farhan. He rallied all the others to join his cause.

Farhan was the leader of the native soldiers in the city. He was made into a de facto leader at a point after getting influence by coddling up to the white men in the city. He got the influence he needed for controlling all the soldiers in the outer ring.

Although he gained his influence by bootlicking the Portuguese. He was fed up with their degrading attitude towards him.

He still vividly remembers the incident from a few months ago. He tried to enter the inner heart of the city where they stayed. It was a strict Portuguese area with all sorts of different types of buildings than the outer ring of the city.

Farhan was occasionally given access to meet them in the area. But one day, he was denied entry by the patrol soldiers. seaʀᴄh thё NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Look at this infidel. He wants to enter this area. HAHAHA." A Portuguese soldier chuckled.

"He thinks he is a bigshot because he occasionally licks up to the captain." Another commented and pushed him

Farhan didn't have a good grasp of Portuguese but all he understood was that they were making fun of him in their native language.

He was pissed but he couldn't really do anything. He was powerless to protest against these white men.

"The captain said I have access." He repeated again.

The soldiers mocked him again.

"Sure Sure…. But what will you do? I won't let you in." A soldier said with a dark smirk.

"Eh.." He tried to enter once again but this time,

They kicked him in the stomach and taunted him.

"I can let you in if you lick my boots."

The man stomped his face and laughed.

"Get lost, you idiot. This is not the place for scum like you."

Farhan was completely humiliated in front of everyone. The citizens murmured after watching the scene and the Portuguese ladies and men snickered with an amused look.

"Look at that pathetic fool."

"Isn't that the leader of the patrol guards?"

He got up humiliated and left with a frown on his face.

Farhan could hear the snickering of the Portuguese guards as he was walking away from them.

"HAHAHA, that bastard thought he was one of us. The captain is just toying with him and feeding him scraps like his dogs." The guard said it in the local language.

"I heard the captain feed him leftovers from his dog's plate when he goes to visit."

Farhan kept this in his heart for months and looked for an opportunity to destroy those Portuguese guards.

He was seriously pissed.

'Just you wait, you bastards. I will take my revenge. I will slaughter each one of you.'

That's when he got handed a golden opportunity by the Rebels, who were willing to take over the city of Daman. He just had to support them and he could take his revenge.

He was doubtful at first. He knew the power of the white men in the city.

But the greed for money got better of him. He was offered a lot of gold coins to join the rebel side. It was more gold than he had ever seen in his life. He could live his whole life lavishly with that much gold.

So he decided to join the rebels and help them. He asked them to spare his life if they managed to take over the city. He didn't care about the rest of the guards.

He wanted to survive. He was ready to throw everyone else underneath for his selfish desires.

Today was the day of his revenge and the start of his life of luxury.

Farhan had knowledge about the warehouse in the outer ring of the city. Some of them had hoarded grains and other goods.

Only one specific warehouse on the eastern side had some cannons along with some gunpowder supplies stored.

He was going to give them a surprise gift.

Farhan was going to set the warehouse on fire. Their supplies were going to go up in flames.

"Leader, we are ready," said the captain.

"Let's kill those scum." Farhan yelled.

Hundreds of equipped men began to move towards the inner heart of the city.

Farhan was on his horse at the backline. He was prepared to run away if anything went wrong. He was convinced that they wouldn't win against the white men.

He just had to honor his agreement with the rebels, as they said he would be getting more gold after the mission was completed successfully.

'Just you wait, you bastards. How dare you mock me of all people?'

He smirked.

Meanwhile, in the inner city, the Portuguese guards stood with a straight posture. They yawned from the morning light, finally bursting out of the horizon. Muskets were hung on their shoulders and they watched the entrance gate to the inner city.

"Today is quite cloudy," commented one soldier.

"Yes, it does seem that way."

A sudden explosion rocked the ground. Flames burst out in the air and black smoke billowed in the sky. The wooden panels of the building and debris flew high up in the air. The explosion made the citizens nearby scram away in fear.

"What?" The patrol soldiers looked bewildered by the sudden explosion in the distance.

"Isn't that the warehouse, where some of the cannons are stored?" said one soldier.

"Inform the captain quickly. We have an emergency on our hands."

A soldier quickly went to report.

"Wait. What's that in the distance?"

A soldier pointed in the distance and squinted their eyes to get a better view.

Hundred of soldiers were marching towards the inner city gate. They were all equipped in armor.

"WAIT, WHAT THE HELL!!"

"Is this a rebellion from the guards?"

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it. Secure the gate fast."

The Portuguese that saw the march quickly scrambled to secure the gate before they broke through and entered the inner city. It would be the worst scenario for them if they managed to do so.

A loud bell rang through the inner walls to indicate an emergency.

The soldiers took out their muskets and neatly lined themselves up against the gate in ranks.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

A barrage of shots were fired by the Portuguese soldiers at the marching guards. Tens of soldiers fell prey to the muskets. It easily peeled through their subpar armor and killed them instantly.

"March, they don't have enough men. Kill those bastards."

The soldiers marched ahead, brandishing their swords and spears to kill and slaughter the Portuguese guards.

The guards were dismembered into bits brutally and some were stomped to death under the army.

The captain of the Portuguese Guard arrived at the scene quickly.

The gate had fallen to the rebels. All the soldiers on the gate were mercilessly slaughtered like cattle.

"Soldiers, Fire." He ordered. "Form a defensive formation."

The soldiers scrambled into a defensive formation to stop the rebels from getting deep inside the city.

The soldiers killed the rest of the Portuguese guards mercilessly. Some of them even had gone into the city and began to slaughter unarmed white men and women.

"Fuck. How did this happen?" cursed the Captain.

He was finally getting reinforced and the fight was tipping into his side.

Suddenly a soldiers came running. "Captain. We have another problem."

He was agitated and raised his voice. "What is it?"

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