Chapter 211: Daman Takeover [2]

The Maratha soldiers marched onto the southwest wall of the city. The walls were unguarded as the rebels had begun their operations inside the city. They began to scale them by propping up their wooden ladders and siege towers.Hundreds of Marathas poured into the city. The soldiers descended from the walls and began to clear nearby obstacles for faster entry into the city.

Vasant decided not to use the gate of the city. The gate was small and it had a high probability of becoming a chokepoint for them. The small size made it harder for all the soldiers to enter and be safe at the same time.

Meanwhile, scaling the walls with many ladders would allow them to secure the wider range of area and allow for a safer entry than the gate.

The citizens watched as tough and well-equipped soldiers of the Maratha army were swarming into the city. Many took refuge in their homes out of fear of plundering. The streets were emptied and the merchants closed the stalls they had just opened at dawn.

Something huge was going to change in their city today.

A kid was peeking out of the corner at the soldiers. When the soldiers noticed him. He ran away out of fear.

He tripped and fell face first into the ground.

A soldier picked up the kid. "What are you doing, little kid? Its not safe out here."

The soldier noticed his mom, who looked afraid and nervous at his sight. "Ma'am," he handed the kid over. "Stay indoors till the fighting ends."

The woman nodded aggressively and scurried away with the kid.

Vasant Pawar watched the scene from above and nodded, approving the soldier's behavior.

They were here to drive the Portuguese out, not to hurt the innocent civilians.

The soldiers were ready to invade. He looked over at the other side. He had a high vantage point to scan the threats in the city. The rebels were pouring into the city from the other side.

He smiled as the entrance was successful.

Now they had to win against the scum.

The soldiers specifically wore lighter armor for the task. They needed to move through the city streets and buildings quickly. The speed was the major factor in this type of place.

The elite soldiers in the Vasant army already formed a unit to go towards the inner ring of the city.

They would be leaving soldiers on the walls to look out for potential incursions and an escape route for any type of retreat.

The news of Barnabas visiting the Empire was music to his eyes. He was much more confident of his victory yet he wasn't overconfident. He prepared for the worst.

'Overconfidence is bad. We are dealing with an enemy that has fought countless times in different regions.'

He thought.

They were yet to get in contact with their sabotage unit in the city.

"Is that smoke?" He saw a dark smoke billowing in the other end of the city.

"A warehouse was set on fire. But that seems to be the outer ring of the city. So not a big warehouse." He mumbled.

"Soldiers, Move."

The Elite unit moved at his command into the heart of the city.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the city. Vasant saw debris flying from afar. It was in the same direction they were heading towards.

Multiple chains of explosions followed from the inner ring of the city. Flames rose in the sky and smoke billowed, painting the sky in a hue of red and black.

He could faintly hear the screams of agony of the soldiers.

A smile formed on his Vasant's face. Continue your story on M V L

Their sabotage was successful. The unit had found its target in the chaos and precisely did their job.

'Their cannons should be burning and melting under a pile of timber by now.'

There was no way for the Portuguese to extinguish the flames with limited manpower and deal with them at the same time.

The huge gate leading to the inner ring was unguarded.

"Throw the grenades." He ordered.

The Marathas threw the lit-up fuse grenades on the huge gate.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

He had a shorter wick installed on the fuse grenades and made them throwable, unlike the longer wick one used in their catapults.

The chain explosion blew the gate in Smithereens. The wall also crumbled under the strength of the explosion.

"Go, Go, Go."

The soldiers swiftly moved through the debris past the gate.

The soldiers with pikes and shields moved first, protecting the small but elite line of archers and swordsmen in the back.

"What the hell is this?" exclaimed Vasant.

They witnessed a grim scene upon their arrival.

Hundreds of corpses riddled the plaza in the city.

This included the rebel guards, the Portuguese patrol soldiers and the Europeans in the city.

It seemed that the rebel guards entered through the other gate and were quickly able to overpower the patrol soldiers and wreak havoc in the plaza.

There were no rebels in view.

"Did they kill all of them?"

Vasant heard the wails of a young woman. He couldn't understand.

He looked in the direction of the voice.

Vasant grimaced as he saw five rebel guards rip apart the clothes of a young woman. She looked very young and pale. She was a foreigner.

Beside her lay the naked corpse of a much older woman, presumably her mother.

"Spread your legs, little one. Do you want to end up like your mother?" said a guard, ripping her last piece of clothing.

"Noooo. Someone help me." Screamed the young woman in pain.

'God… Please…'

Her eyes lost all hope and went hollow as she saw the other men follow, taking off their clothes.

She would end up like her mother, who tried to protect her.

She closed her eyes, succumbing to her grim fate.

Suddenly, a loud scream rang in her ears. It was followed by screams of agony from the men.

She slowly opened her eyes to see a man standing in front of her.

He looked a bit older than her and had bronze skin. He was covered in blood and the men that tried to rape her lay dismembered on the ground.

The man said something unintelligible to her.

He took something from his pouch.

She retreated, covering herself with her hands.

'Is he the same like the other men.'

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The man covered her with a cloth.

He helped her get up and pointed towards the dock in the distance.

The man said something.

She took a look at the man's face.

She ran towards the dock, gripping the cloth tightly.

Vasant looked over till the lady disappeared from his sight.

He was angry. This wasn't their way to conduct war.

He turned to his soldiers.

"Kill all the rebel guards. Those scum don't deserve to live."