It was an early morning in the town of Patan. The population of the town was evacuated to a different location due to the oncoming fight. The town was filled with soldiers and refugees taken in by the King of Marathas.
The soldiers were patrolling and keeping the refugees in check for any problems that arose during this period. They also kept an eye on the refugees so they didn't begin to panic due to the fight.
The town of Patan already had fortified walls. It was fortified by the Marathas as it was close to the border region and it being a town made sense for it to become a fort shelter when the Mughals invaded.
Aadarsh stood on top of the fortified wall, gazing at the open field stretching towards the horizon. It was clear that the Mughal army was marching towards the town of Patan.
'Can I take on the burden that my father carries?' Aadarsh doubted himself.