Chapter 128: Midnight Ambush part -3
Rewari kingdom, Khera village , Night of 8th march 1557
Bheem’s POV
In the shadows of the village alleys, Bheem sat atop his horse, his 50 cavalrymen waiting in tense silence. The rhythmic pounding of his heart matched the distant shouts of battle. From their concealed position, they had a clear view of the unfolding chaos. The enemy cavalry clashed with the shield wall, their impact minimal thanks to the relentless hail of arrows from Aditya’s crossbowmen.
Bheem watched intently as the enemy commander ordered his troops to surround the hollow square formation. Everything was unfolding as Aditya had predicted.
The moment had arrived. Bheem raised his arm in a silent command. Fifty riders surged from the shadows of the village houses, their horses charging forward like a wave of soaring tide. The enemy cavalry, caught off guard, was unprepared for this new threat.
"What is this madness? They’re hitting us from the sides! Form ranks quickly!"
"We’re being surrounded! Watch your back!"
The appearance of Bheem’s forces sent confusion through the enemy ranks. Their formations shattered as they turned to face the oncoming charge, the pincer attack catching them off guard.
At the forefront, Bheem felt the wind whip past his face as his mount thundered forward. His lance, poised for impact, cut through the enemy cavalry, lightly armored and disarrayed, like a scythe through wheat. The collision was a cataclysmic eruption of iron and flesh. Horses reared and fell, men were unhorsed and trampled. Bheem’s lance found its mark repeatedly.
Swords and lances sliced through the light cavalry with lethal efficiency. The once-formidable enemy soldiers fell like chickens before a butcher’s blade.
Despite the chaos, Bheem remained calm. His shield absorbed blows that might have pierced him, and his armor protected him from the worst of the enemy’s strikes. With precision, he blocked and parried, stabbing through gaps in the enemy ranks. The cavalry, now trapped and vulnerable, was no match for Bheem’s well-equipped troops.
"We’re being shredded! The crossbowmen are picking us off!"