Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

It was a bright sunny day in the field surrounded by a lush forest; screams and bloodcurdling noises filled the air as two armies were hacking at each other in a battle of supremacy.

Amidst all this, a young man sat on a pile of corpses and looked upon the battle, resting his spear on his shoulder. He was considering whether to join the battlefield.

' This sword is trash. This sword can probably take five hits before breaking. Who even made this garbage! ' the young man thought as he was inspecting the shoddy iron sword he had picked up earlier that was lying close to him.

' Well, at least the spear is good. I should make a few throwing spears also by breaking some of its length off, ' he thought as he got up and started searching for more spears for throwing at the enemies.

He walked around picking spears off dead bodies and breaking it's length off to create a makeshift throwing spear.

' It's boring sitting idle for hours waiting for the battle to end. I will join the battlefield! I guess, ' The young thought as he pulled a talwar out from the chest of a corpse.

He put the talwar into the sheath and hung it on his waist as he walked to a tree to climb and get a better view of the battlefield. He swiftly climbed up the tree, looking onto the battlefield to spot his ally army. The young man had glanced at the armour of the body he had transferred to check for any crest.

He found a boar crest on the armour that made him conclude that the allied army would carry a flag vaguely resembling this crest. He looked onto the battlefield with eager eyes to find the flags. After a while, he spotted a flag with a boar.

' Bingo!!, So that's the allied army, where to make my entry in this chaos, '

He scanned through the blood-ridden battlefield to find weak points of the allied army where he could make an impact. He discovered that the Allied forces were pushing back the enemies very well through the front lines.

The commander of the allied force was barking orders seated on a horse in the backline. He scrutinized the field to discover a few soldiers breaking away from the enemy's lines into the forest.

' Targetting the commander in the backline? Are we!!. It's time to make my medieval battle debut, ' the young man thought as he jumped down from the tree after finishing his observations.

' This body is exhausted a lot, But I can manage. It's fit enough to throw and fight for a while,' the young man pondered while stretching his body. He was actually quite muscular, and there were traces of extensive practice of sword arts.

He started to move towards the backline of the Allied army. The backline of the Allied forces was close as they had managed to break through the enemy lines and push them back.

' Hmm.. This should be enough distance. I will wait for the ambush to occur, ' he thought as he hid behind a tree, patiently waiting for the enemy forces to ambush the commander.

During this time, The enemy forces seemed to retreat a bit, which made the frontline advance, further exposing the backline and making it even more vulnerable to ambushes. The commander seemed oblivious to what was about to happen to the backline that barely had fifty soldiers.

The wind silently raged through the battlefield, and faint noises of leaves rustling could be heard in the distance. Amidst all this, Faint and soft footsteps of more than a hundred trained soldiers approaching could be heard.

' They finally reached!, The commander is still oblivious and hasn't noticed the enemies are allowing them to advance to ambush the backline, '

The enemy forces had managed to rotate more than a hundred soldiers through the cover of the forest, avoiding detection by the flank of the army. The enemy forces came into his view. He could hear obscure bits of conversation happening between them.

He peeked to check for the commander of the enemy forces, and he found a man adorned in ornate armour with the enemy insignia. The man gave off a regal look with a distinctive aura from the rest that made him conclude that the man was the leader.

'An army without a leader is a headless chicken. Although numbers matter in battles, the quality of a force significantly drops without a leader, making them easier targets. '

He patiently waited for the ambush as he saw the leader pull out a bow to target the other commander's horse to ensure he couldn't run away. A faint whistling noise echoed as the arrow pierced through the atmosphere with utmost precision and impaled the horse's skull.

The ambush had begun.

Meanwhile, A few minutes earlier. The commander's orders echoed throughout the grim battlefield. The commander had made a breakthrough after penetrating the enemy front lines and making them retreat.

" Senadhipati, We have made another breakthrough in their right flank, " reported a soldier with a determined voice.

" SOLDIERS PUSH!! JAI VIJAYANAGARA!! HARA HARA MAHADEV!! " hollered the commander as his war cry bellowed throughout the battlefield.

" FOR VIJAYANAGARA!!"

" FOR VIJAYANAGARA!!"

" FOR VIJAYANAGARA!!"

The soldiers screamed as they were filled with renewed vigour to win the battle. The soldiers began to push with ardour, and adrenaline coursed through their bodies, breaking the enemy lines.

" We will win this," exclaimed the commander seated on his horse to his personal guard.

This spirited scene was short-lived as an arrow impaled the commander's horse, toppling him from the horse. Ambush had begun, and a hundred soldiers emerged from the lush forest. The commander swiftly got up, and although startled by the situation, he quickly ordered the guards to take a defensive position.

The commander unsheathed his sword and took a stance to defend himself from the unaccounted situation.

Meanwhile, A young man was eagerly looking at the ambush, fishing for an opportunity to strike and kill the leader of the enemy force. The enemy leader had four guards and ordered his force from the backline.

The reinforcements for the Allied commander were nowhere to be seen, and the enemy forces clashed fiercely with the guards. Amidst all this chaos, he was closing in on the backline of the enemy forces as their leader made most of his force push forward to defeat the experienced guards of the Allied army.

He took aim at the oblivious guard from a few meters. He couldn't target the leader as there would be a chance the shoddy spear didn't pierce his armour, but the guard's leather armour could be pierced with the spear.

He took a deep breath as his muscles tensed up. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he threw the spear at the target with utmost precision. A bloodcurdling scream echoed as the spear pierced through the leather armour of the guard, killing him.

He bolted towards the next guard before they could react, driving his spear into his throat, instantly sending him back to the creator. The enemy leader, startled by the bloody scene, quickly unsheated his sword and screamed.

" KILL HIM !!"

He quickly retreated into the forest with two guards and the leader closely following him. A guard was catching up to his already exhausted body, so he swiftly unsheathed his talwar. He suddenly stopped and turned around, thrusting his talwar at the approaching guard. The guard couldn't stop and ran into the talwar that pierced through his chest.

He kicked the body at the other guard, pulling his talwar out. The other guard was taken off guard by this, as he grabbed his throwing spear and launched it at the other guard, piercing through his face at close range.

"Who are you!?" asked the leader with his sword unsheathed, taking a stance to fight.

' I can understand him? So I need not learn the language!! ' thought the young man, taking a stance and replying, "I don't talk to the dead!"

The leader lunged at him with a thrust aimed at his chest, which he parried and stepped back. He countered with a side slash aimed at the neck, which was quickly deflected.

They kept fighting as sparks flew out with every collision, and sounds of clashing steel echoed through the forest. The body was already exhausted and on the brink of collapse due to the transmigration. The fight was exhilarating for the young man as he put himself in a disadvantageous position after a long time.

"You seem to be exhausted, HAHAHA!! By Allah's grace, I will send you to hell, you kafir, " screamed the leader.

" Annoying!!, Stop screaming and come, " said the young man, taunting the leader of the enemy's ambush force.

The leader once again thrust their sword, aiming at his shoulder. He quickly twisted his side to evade it, swiftly landing a powerful kick on the inside of the leader's knee, twisted it outwards, breaking the knee joint. He looked down at the collapsed leader and said.

" I wanted to enjoy more, But circumstances!!, "

" INSHALL-" the last words of the enemy were cut short as he thrust his sword into his mouth, instantly killing him.

" This guy won't stop yapping, for god's sake," exclaimed the young man, cutting his head off with a single strike

' Now for the finale!! ' he thought as he picked up the severed head by the hair and made his way to the battlefield.

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