Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

Heads rolled as Baldev swung his sword in an arc. He was slicing the soldier\'s vital points with ease. Blood and intestines splattered all over his armor as he kept his relentless charge.

The Mughal soldiers were demoralized as they witnessed a demon dancing in their midst. Severing and cleaving each enemy with precision and ease. It was a horrible dance of blood and blade.

His face was trickling with his enemy\'s blood. He laughed loudly as adrenaline coursed through his body. Each swing of the sword felt electric and numb.

"You bastards !! We are the Marathas. We would rather die than lose to scum like you!! HAHAHA."

He stabbed the chest of an infantry soldier and grabbed his lance from his hand and threw it right at the head of another.

The soldier fell with a thud as the pike impaled him.

The other soldiers frozen at the display of such skill by Baldev. His own squad members looked surprised at their leader fighting with such madness. Their image of Baldev had always been a calm and collected person.

They got motivated after seeing their leader risk his life. They also began to fight with all their might, cutting and slashing through the scores of infantry.

The vice commander followed behind with his squad, along with several catapults slowly making their way towards the frontline of the Mughals.

Askar frowned and ordered another captain to take on the left flank.

\'What is that bastard trying to do? Is he suicidal?\' He thought.

He unsheathed his sword and began to make his way towards Baldev.

"I shall take care of him."

Askar\'s gaze was fixed on Baldev. He didn\'t see the vice commander\'s charge right behind him.

He charged at Baldev with his squad while the captain was trying to reel in the panicking soldiers.

"AHHAHA, Baldev!! Have you gone mad?! You bastard."

"Askar!! You scum!." Yelled Baldev, swinging his sword in a wide arc, slashing the neck of a cavalryman in front of him.

"You finally showed your face." Baldev faced Askar.

Time seemed to become still as his gaze fixed on Askar.

He took a deep breath and raised his sword at Askar.

"I will take you down, Askar." He roared and charged.

Both their squads rushed at each other with fearsome intensity. The clashes of steel echoed through the battlefield.

The bloody battlefield witnessed a dance of frenzy as the Marathas were relentlessly hacking away at Askar\'s squad. They lost their hands, their legs, and their eyes, but they didn\'t lose their trust in their leader.

They knew even a simple extra contribution with their death would boost their leader\'s confidence.

"JAI BHAVANI" yelled the soldiers in unison as they charged right to their death.

Meanwhile, no one could interfere in the intense fight happening between Askar and Baldev. They clashed with deadly precision.

Each swing of Baldev was filled with power. Askar tried to block it but he was thrown back by his strength. He quickly shifted to deflecting the swings away from him.

Askar was countering Baldev with a smug look on his face. Since he knew that Baldev had been exhausted from the charge.

Although uninjured, the effects of the adrenaline began to fade away as the body began to give way to exhaustion.

"You seem to be moving slowly!" Askar taunted Baldev as they clashed.

Baldev twisted his blade and kicked Askar away to catch his breath. He was definitely exhausted.

"You!!" He charged at Askar with a wide swing. Askar sidestepped and swung his sword in a neat arc around his left arm.

His sword cleanly cut through the join of Baldev\'s arm. Blood splattered everywhere as the arm was thrown in the air.

Baldev bit his tongue to suppress his pain. Adrenaline once again coursed through his body.

"What now?" Chuckled Askar Khan. "You can\'t win against me!! Never."

Baldev charged at him again. His body was sluggish from all the pain and he still swung his sword at Askar with all his might.

He got stabbed at his side and slashed his eyes off.

Askar was toying with the Maratha commander.

Finally, he stabbed the gut of Baldev to end the fight.

Baldev coughed blood. His vision was dark, as Askar had slashed his eyes off. He gripped his sword tightly to keep it lodged in his stomach.

"HAHAHA!!! This bastard is still alive! I have to praise you for trying so hard to save your filthy kingdom." Askar laughed.

"You... Scum… I….*Cough*" He coughed out blood.

His life flashed in front of him. The memories of his relatively happy childhood with a soldier father and his kind mother.

The memories of his children and wife flooded back to him. They were in the safe hands of the kingdom. He tried his best; he wanted to keep them safe but this was his limit. He had to accept the reality of the world.

He felt sad to realize that his daughter and son would be raised without ever seeing the father again.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

Thunderous explosions rocked the backline of the Mughals. The dust scattered like a storm and the flames rose high due to the breeze. The screams of agonies continued as the explosions continued.

Askar turned around to see the cannons burning and exploding. More than half of the cannon crew were dead from the explosion.

He didn\'t notice this, as all his attention was fixed on Baldev.

Baldev heard the explosions. He felt calmness. The world began to blur but he had accomplished his intended goal.

"AH….. He succeeded...*Cough*.....Askar." He had a smile on his face. .net

"You….. won\'t…..take… down…the Marathas."

Askar pulled his sword back from his gut and swung at his neck.

"YOU!! KAFIR!" He roared.

Baldev saw the sword racing towards him in his last moments but he accepted it with a smile.

\'Shivaji. I have done my best for you. Now it is your turn.\'

He thought before his vision faded into nothingness.