Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

They struck a deal with the Mughals to take over the port of Surat for their help in taking down the Marathas.

The Portuguese soldiers were patrolling the region of Daman. It was under the Sultanate on paper. The full control was given to the Portuguese because the sultanate had failed to pay the loans.

They built a warehouse and a garrison to accommodate their soldiers in the area.

The region was filled with Portuguese nationals.

"You scum!" said a lady in Portuguese. "How dare you?"

A kid had bumped into her and the woman\'s dress was soiled. She was visibly angry and slapped the little kid.

The kid had tears in his eyes.

The Portuguese man escorting the woman kicked the kid in the stomach.

"This bastard!!"

The man proceeded to beat up the kid as the others watched on. They couldn\'t do anything against the white men in the city.

The local population were used as labourers and treated very badly by them. They regarded them as scum and infidels in their own land.

"Don\'t." Said a man, placing the hand on his subordinate to stop him from intervening.

"But –Captain."

"We have an important job to do."

The man clenched his fist in anger. He was disgusted by the scene.

The captain glanced at the Europeans and remembered their faces.

They were Maratha soldiers that infiltrated into the city under the orders of the commander.

It was easy to get in as a labourer.

Their task was to find blind spots and take out the cannons.

"The firearm place should be heavily guarded."

"Yes. But we haven\'t found it yet," said the captain.

"We have searched all the potential places the rebels told us about." A soldier commented.

The captain nodded.

He knew that the job would be hard. The Europeans wouldn\'t let their critical supplies out in the open and unguarded.

They would be as meticulous as possible.

His mind raced as he thought of different places that they could potentially store their gunpowder supplies and their cannons.

"What\'s at the northern end of the wall?" He asked.

"It\'s a warehouse used by them to hoard goods that they transport back to their country." A soldier chimed in.

"Did we check it yet?"

"Not yet. We could do that right now. It is nearby after all."

"Do that."

They were all dressed in rags. They had leather armor underneath their rags to protect themselves.

"We have to find it fast. The commander will move regardless of our result."

Vasant sent them just as a measure to deal as much damage before the battle. He already made up his mind to fight the Portuguese. He would be marching to Daman even if they failed their mission.

"Yes, Captain."

All of them dispersed to different directions to search the city as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, a few kilometres away from the city of Daman. The rebels and the Marathas already met.

They already exchanged their supplies and commanders for the task. The Rebels were stationed on a different side, as they were primarily going to be focusing on the southeast wall while the Marathas would be taking the south-western wall.

Vasant was enjoying the cool breeze. He took a deep breath.

He prepared himself to take on the Portuguese. It was a gamble but it was a gamble that would give his kingdom an edge in the future.

\'Those pests needed to be sent back to their homeland. They are becoming too comfortable in our land.\'

He walked back to his tent for the day. He was preparing the battle plans.

A man entered his tent.

"Commander, all the preparations are done. We can move at dawn." He said it with a salute.

Vasant glanced up from the pile of papers.

"That\'s great. Any information from the spy group we sent into the city?"

"None, Commander. Should we wait?"

Vasant shook his head.

"No, we cannot wait. I have already told him. We can just hope for the best and march towards the city. This is our best chance to take down the Mlecchas."

"Understood, Commander. I will have the order to march relayed to all the captains."

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The man scurried off with a determined look on his face.

\'I hope we can win.\' He sighed.

He was facing General Barnabas. He was nervous since he did lack experience compared to that European commander.

Yet he couldn\'t let down the soldiers that followed him with determination. He was handed a golden opportunity when the rebels also offered help for his cause.

So if he played all the cards right. He could win the battle and drive the Portuguese influence into the ground.

He grinned to himself, imagining the face of the Europeans when they saw them marching into Daman.

Vasant quickly shook his head to clear such thoughts.

\'Overconfidence is bad. Don\'t be like crappy Qutb commander.\' He pinched his cheek to clear all his thoughts.

He focused on the battleplans.

Vasant found that the Portuguese used some natives to patrol the outskirts of the city. The quarters of their soldiers and high-ranking officials were in the heart of the city.

The patrols in those areas were restricted to the Portuguese soldiers.

Vasant smiled as he could think of some plans to implement. The native soldiers could be picked onto their side if they play the cards right.

\'So it\'s safe to assume that the Natives don\'t like them.\'

He called in a messenger quickly to send this to the rebels.

"Send this letter to the rebel leader quickly." He ordered.

The messenger rushed to leave. The rebel camp was just a few hours away from their camp.

A grin was plastered across his face.

\'This could work out well,\'