Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

The invaders that saw this froze in fear.

The Marathas didn\'t bat an eye when they lost their limbs, eyes, or heads. They swung their swords endlessly, killing as many Mughals as possible.

"We will protect our lands!" They roared as they marched and pushed the Mughals from the fort.

Panic spread across the ranks of the enemy as the king took charge of the Marathas.

The Mughals soldiers had no other choice but to back away from the fort. The soldiers on the other sides of the Walls began to regroup towards the main chunk of the army.

They began to reinforce the shielded infantry, taking on the pressure mounting from the relentless Marathas.

Devendra charged at the captains leading the frontline troops. Despite his age, the king\'s sword moved with elegance. It didn\'t miss a single target. The veteran troops and captains of the Mughal army had no chance in front of the king but to succumb to their fates.

The old man\'s body was seeing red as he got covered in the crimson blood of his enemies.

Some Mughal soldiers dropped their weapons and closed their eyes as they succumbed to their destiny as they saw the King charge at them.

The heads rolled and the grass was painted red as the Maratha left a trail of corpses amidst their carnage. They managed to dwindle the frontline of the Mughals very thin.

The morale of the Mughals was falling with each passing death of their comrades.

Bairam cursed aloud as he stabbed another soldier to death.

"Die, you scum."

They killed every Maratha soldier that attacked their backline and destroyed their cannons.

Babar laughed hysterically while he slashed the throat of a soldier and watched him writhe in pain before dying.

"Hahaha, how do you feel now?? Why did you make my brother angry?" He said.

Bairam turned to the frontline. The backline was clear and now they had to stop that bloody old man to put an end to this battle.

Their numbers were dwindled. He had to reel in the command before the Marathas took full momentum of the battle.

"Babar!!" He called out. "Let\'s go and kill the king."

"Let\'s go, brother. Finally, we can fight the king." He said it with a giggle.

Bairam glanced at his commanders and gave them orders.

"Reinforce the left flank; get some archers in the back to grab the swords and join the frontlines."

"Understood."

They scurried off.

The archers began to change their army and grabbed weapons to charge onto the frontline.

The Mughal archers were trained in close combat so they usually switch to close combat to reinforce the frontlines when there is a lack of infantry or other roles.

Despite all the casualties that the Mughals had suffered so far. They were still larger in number than the Maratha army. The only problem was the morale of the Mughal army.

The sudden attack and entrance of the king had killed their momentum and morale instantly.

Bairam\'s strategies quickly turned the battlefield upside down. The reinforcements made it harder for the Marathas to continue their aggressive attack.

The numbers flowed on both sides of the army, making it hard for the commanders of the Marathas to blindly charge into the ranks of the infantry.

Devendra, the king was surrounded by a veteran soldier at Bairam\'s command. This ensured that the King was occupied.

It was working well as the aggression began to subside and the Marathas began to be pushed back by the sheer numbers of the Mughals.

\'I will win against you, old king.\'

Bairam also looked around for the crown prince of the Marathas. He was a lethal foe for the Mughals as well. The man was known for his strength and determination.

So he was a threat for the army but to his surprise, he didn\'t see him on the battlefield.

\'Did he leave his old father alone to fight against us?\'

He clicked his tongue. His thoughts raced.

To his surprise, he spotted a contingent of soldiers leaving the fort and going towards the forest.

The contingent was led by the Crown Prince.

Bairam quickly understood the intentions of the old king. He wanted his son to protect the capital of the kingdom while he took down Bairam and Babar alone.

He wanted to chase after the prince to take him down with his father as well. He knew better than to spare soldiers for this pointless endeavor. The king alone was a powerhouse. He didn\'t need another powerhouse like the prince also joining the battlefield.

It could spell trouble for them.

Bairam ordered his squad to charge towards the king. He and his brother Babar decided to end the battle along with the glorious death of the Kafir king.

His squad charged at the frontline of the Marathas, cleaving past their ranks of the infantry with ease.

The soldiers were pushed back. The Marathas were taking a huge casualty toll on the battlefield but they didn\'t lose morale. They were fighting like a horde of undead.

This situation made him even more annoyed.

Meanwhile, Devendra had killed many soldiers in the battle. He had a good grasp on sword arts and sent the Mughal veteran soldiers to hell with a single slash.

The old man was breathing heavily from the fights. He had already fought more than a hundred veteran soldiers along with another hundred normal Mughal soldiers. It definitely took a huge toll on his body.

Devendra\'s body was pumping with adrenaline as he swung his sword every time. The hilt of the sword felt electric. Each swing was filled with energy. He could see the time slow down in front of him.

It was like he was burning his life into energy for the last time.

Devendra noticed the twins charging towards him. Their squad brandished their swords and lances.

He scoffed and ordered his own squad.

"Take defensive position." He began. "Break their charge."

The Maratha soldiers raised their shields and stood in the way of the charges.

The horses clashed with the pikes that were pushed out through the gaps of the shield wall.

The soldiers in the front of the charge fell to the ground and were stomped to death by the infantry that mowed down the squad of the Bairam Khan.

But the defense didn\'t last as Babar and Bairam began to fight. The young twins were strong. Their swings were powerful but not as precise as Devendra. They were enough for the Maratha soldiers.

Babar laughed and giggled as he stabbed soldiers to death.

"Try harder, you bastards." He said it with blood splattered all over his face.

He smiled like the devil in human skin.

Babar dodged the attempts from the Marathas with ease. He twisted his body skillfully, dodging the strikes.

On the other hand, Bairam had a serious expression and conserved his energy by taking as little soldiers. He knew that his nutcase brother would go on a rampage. So he focused on taking the important targets down.

He focused more on the targets that try to hit his brother from the back. He deflected and parried those strikes and killed them to protect his brother.

The brothers excelled at different things. Babar was physically stronger and Bairam was smart.

So Bairam became the mind of the duo, guiding Babar, who was the body of the duo.

Their inherent teamwork and coordination made it so their abilities complimented each other.

They were always stronger when they fought together.

Devendra watched the duo wipe out the Maratha defense all on their own. He was catching his breath before the fight with them.

He calmed his nerves down.

He had heard a lot about the twin commanders of the Mughals. They were deadly and cruel commanders. He knew of their teamwork.

He took a deep breath and thought.

\'I will defeat them. Mahadev, please lend me your power for the last time to protect my kingdom.\' he silently prayed.

He gripped his sword tightly and turned towards the duo.

"You scum, come here and fight me." He said, raising his sword towards the rampaging Babar Khan.

Babar smiled and took the opportunity with a huge smile on his face.

"Finally.. Finally… I can fight the old Kafir king. I will definitely… Kill you.." He said it with a crazy look.

Bairam slashed a soldier\'s neck and turned his attention towards the old king. His eyes were filled with determination to take down the king. It was his final chance to prove that he was better than Askar Khan to everyone.

He understood the stakes of the battle and also raised his sword in response for the kings.

"Old man, your head shall become my gift to the Emperor."

PS: I have been travelling for a few days. That\'s why there is only 1 chapter per day. I will resume my usual upload soon.