Chapter 212: Daman Takeover [3]

Vipin and his group scaled the other wall of the city using their wooden ladders. They were headed by a veteran commander from the Maratha camp.The commander knew the ins and outs of the outer ring of the city from reading the maps they compiled for him. He cleared the walls and secured them under his command.

The citizens of this side of the walls saw the rebels and quickly shut themselves in their houses. They knew it was a bad thing to get involved with the rebels in any sort of way.

Getting involved with the rebels would always result in bad things for the Sultanate or the Portuguese so the citizens refused to interact with them.

"Damn. They emptied the streets for us," chuckled Vipin.

"Don't mind it. Take it as an opportunity to do your work without worrying about the citizens," commented the commander, adjusting his armor.

They watched the smoke billow from the warehouse set on fire by the rebel guards.

"Seems like that idiot took his chance and did some damage to the Portuguese."

He looked over at the smoke and smiled darkly. It was good to see the Portguese suffer a bit. They had suffered a lot from the hands of their cruel behaviour.

Each one in the rebel group had suffered directly or indirectly from their actions. Some group members families starved to death because they decided to hoard grains and resell them during the bad harvest.

The others had their families executed or killed because of petty reasons. The Sultanate didn't care to intervene in these affairs as they were under the loan constraints with them.

The rebel soldiers weaved through the streets of Daman towards the heart of the city.

They watched corpses riddled near the gate of the inner ring. Hundred rebel guards lay dead near the gate along with dismembered European corpses.

"That guy did some good damage." Vipin exclaimed as he inspected the corpse. "Too bad, that idiot is on the wrong side."

"Let's enter. We have to finish the rest." The commander raised his sword. "Go." He yelled.

They ventured past the broken gate into the plaza. It was pure chaos in the plaza.

The unarmed Portuguese were butchered by the Rebel guards. Naked women's corpses were lined up near the fountain.

It was clear they were raped and killed by the Qutb guards.

Vipin grimaced at the scene. Although he wanted revenge for his family. He didn't want it this way.

He saw young children butchered by the Qutbs. He couldn't help but gag at the grim scene.

"This is the reality of war, young man," said the commander.

"Help me,"

A sudden wail for help echoed through as they saw a man running towards them; behind him were 4 Portuguese soldiers.

It was the Qutb guard's de facto leader, Farhan, running away for his life. His face lit up as he noticed the Vipin and the messenger who gave him the letter standing in front of him.

"Kill the Portuguese," ordered Vipin coldly.

The rebels unsheathed the swords and charged at the Portuguese. They didn't have time to get ready. They were slashed mercilessly.

Farhan hid behind Vipin and watched the scene.

"Thanks for saving me." He exclaimed. "I did as you instructed and did as much damage as possible."

Vipin took out his dagger. "Yeah, you definitely did."

He turned around and stabbed Farhan right in the throat.

"You don't deserve to live after what you did to the children and women."

"Wh….at"

He coughed out blood and squirmed on the hard ground before the light in his eyes went out.

"Fuck. This isn't what I wanted," cursed Vipin.

The commander put his hand on his shoulder and consoled him. "We still have our duty, young man. Let's finish our duty."

Meanwhile, near the dock, the remaining Portuguese civilians and soldiers were gathered hastily due to the sudden invasion.

"Let me in; I am the baron."

"You, Bastard, who cares about you. My son-in-law is the friend of the Marquis."

The men were fighting to get into the ship to escape from Daman.

They were pushing each other and boarding the ship like savages. Most of them were small nobles and merchants visiting the city for a vacation.

The soldiers also didn't know how to take control of the situation. It was so sudden all their warehouses were exploding and the highers up were killed in action at the gate. Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The only remaining captain was guiding them towards a full retreat.

"STOP FIGHTING AND STAND IN LINE."

A scream rang through the chaotic mess. The bickering and pushing quickly subsided as the last remaining captain took charge.

"Load up all the supplies. We need to leave before the rebels reach this place." Your next chapter is on M V L

He already sent a distress message to General Barnabas. Although he knew it was useless as the general wouldn't be able to make it in time.

'Damn, this is a gone case. We can't even fight due to the civilians and nobles.'

"Is everyone on board? We will be leaving now."

"Wait.. Take me too," yelled a woman

A woman covered in a single plain cloth ran towards the ship. She wasn't wearing anything other than the cloth. Her palms and feet were bleeding. Her face was covered in tears and blood.

"Please, let me in." She pleaded.

The soldiers exchanged glances with each other.

She was definitely a Portuguese national with her pale skin and dark blue eyes.

The soldiers quickly allowed her to board the ship.

The captain looked down at the burning inner city. All their hard work over the years went up in flames within a single night.

The defenses installed in Daman fell into the hands of the invaders. The defenses built were one of the newest cannons that they had.

As the last person finished boarding the ship.

The captain yelled. "Set sail quickly."

He could see the approaching soldiers in the distances. If they were even a bit late, they would have to fight against them to retreat safely.

The captain cursed under his breath in disappointment that they had lost a valuable place.

"We lost. Maybe we can take it back if the general comes back."