This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates to 16th-century India in a parallel world after dying to save his first crush on a date. He regresses as a lowly-ranked soldier in the camp of Hemu, the last northern Hindu king, who is fated to lose and die at the hands of the Mughals. With his modern knowledge and past experiences, the protagonist alters the course of history, forcing the Mughals to surrender and retreat beyond the Ravi River, which is in modern-day Pakistan. As a reward, he is granted trading rights and becomes the emperor’s personal attendant. Using this opportunity, he sets out to reshape the empire. By promoting private enterprise, establishing trading company, and creating opportunities for the lower communities, he begins to shift India’s economy away from the feudal system toward modern capitalism. And all this began with the advent of his mercenary army, which excelled in firearms far ahead of its time. His journey is filled with trials, including internal turmoil, political strife, and the looming threat of invasion from the Mughals in the west, Tibet from the north and the Dutch and Portuguese in the south. As the emperor’s trusted aide, the protagonist not only rescues the crumbling empire but also forges his own path, eventually claiming the title of emperor himself. Join him on this incredible journey of empire's ascension, as he explores how India could have been in the 16th century if history had taken a different course. With just one battle's result, the fate of the entire world is transformed. Discord : https://discord.com/invite/pSeBQUVRrf Discord id: jeet_author_1993 (for direct contact) Notes: Don't forget to check sample work and maps in aux as glimpse of this novel Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on history in alternate universe. It doesn't claims to be always historically correct. Reader's discretion is advised. All images used are AI based. Feel free to contact me in case you have any dispute.
Rewari Kingdom, Pataudi Village, Mercenary Recruitment Camp, afternoon of April 4, 1557.
After following Ayush for a while, a sudden volley of shots erupted from the eastern flank. It was Kunal and his squad of eight men from the White Turban group, who were entrenched in a pre-dug trench 40 meters away. Their shots rang out, wax bullets striking with stinging force, causing several soldiers to cry out in pain and drop to the ground.
Five cadets from the Black Turban group were hit and forced to lie down. Two cadets from Sohan's squad and three from Naman's squad were down, adding to the mounting casualties.
"Take cover!" Nirbhay shouted, diving behind a thick tree. His platoon scrambled to find shelter, quickly returning fire from their concealed positions.