Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 101 Provocation

The midday sun in late summer was scorching hot, and the entire wilderness was steamed with a layer of distorted heat. The field ridges, the unfinished watchtowers, and the rammed earth roadbeds all turned a dry, yellowish-brown color, and the air was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

But the bad news brought by Bim elevated this fervor to another level.

Vijay's first reaction to the news was not shock, but a sense of certainty that it had finally come.

The last time I visited the bedridden Kshatriya, I heard his children's undisguised stupidity and wolfish ambitions.

And the guys who wield these weapons happen to have great physiques!

So, in their eyes, wasn't the plump and weak village of Mittal a perfect prey?

Although he had expected it, Vijay's mood was still somewhat heavy.

It's not a problem if they attack, because we want to attack them too!

The call came a little early; I wasn't fully ready yet!

A surge of anger rose within him. Vijay raised his hand to signal the driver to speed up. The carriage wheels rolled over the scorching dirt road, and soon they arrived at the outskirts of the watchtower where the incident had occurred.

The sight before him fueled Vijay's rage.

A dozen or so young men from Titi Village were rampaging through the village, wantonly demolishing the half-finished rammed earth watchtower walls. Hundreds of laborers were brutally driven away, forced to kneel in the muddy pits, not daring to lift their heads, their bodies covered in mud and slurry, living in constant fear.

What Vijay found most intolerable was that his loyal servant Surya was being tied behind his back to the wooden frame of the watchtower by two strong men.

From a distance, the thick hemp rope was tightly binding his flesh, his clothes were torn to shreds by a sharp blade, his face was covered with bruises and bloodstains, blood kept seeping from his mouth and nose, his whole body was limp and powerless, and his hanging body was about to fall. If he lingered any longer, he would probably bleed to death.

The leader was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist. His hoarse laughter was particularly jarring in the wilderness. He was the third son of the old Kshatriya of Titi Village, a true Mahayoda warrior.

Vijay had already made a judgment when they first met: this man was reckless, simple-minded, and full of the arrogance of a Kshatriya descendant. He was always being instigated by his brothers to cause trouble.

Sure enough, this person was the first to go out!

Vijay secretly speculated that either he couldn't suppress his greed and took the initiative to test the waters, or the other brothers had secretly instigated him to use provocation to find out the true strength of Mittal Village.

"Bim, save him." Vijay forced his voice to be cold and deep, took a deep breath, and suppressed his emotions.

Bim, as expected of an old servant who had followed Vijay for so long, immediately understood. He drew his short spear with a backhand, and without even aiming, he simply exerted force with his wrist, and a sharp sound of air being cut rang out.

The next second, the spear tip precisely sliced ​​through the thick rope binding Surya, freeing him from his restraints. He fell straight off the wooden frame, collapsing limply into the mud, unable to move.

Vijay's two servants quickly stepped forward to help him, carefully guiding him to a shady spot to avoid the impending battle.

The villagers of Titi, who had been laughing wildly just moments before, fell silent upon seeing this swift and skillful move, and all turned to look in the direction of the carriage.

The three burly sons strode forward and stood atop a small mound, attempting to look down at Vijay from their elevated position. Their rough, hoarse voices boomed arrogantly, "What a wicked head of the Mittal family! How dare you encroach upon our Titi Village's territory, illegally building watchtowers on our land, and even driving the filthy Dalit to trample on this fertile soil protected by Brahma! Do you know the grave crimes you have committed?!"

Vijay found the accusation of the villain absurd. A cold smile appeared on his lips. He didn't reply. Instead, he nimbly flipped off the carriage and walked steadily to the warrior.

The other person was a head taller than Vijay, exuding the superior aura of a Kshatriya descendant. However, Vijay merely raised his eyes slightly, and his aura remained undiminished, instead enveloping the other person in layers of oppression.

"This land is officially designated by the Lord of Harappa and is under the jurisdiction of Mital. You are the invaders." Vijay's tone was firm, showing no sign of backing down.

"Go back!"

The third son of Titi Village only regarded Vijay as a Vaishya lord who made his fortune through business, and did not take Vijay seriously at all.

He thought that by virtue of his status as a descendant of the Kshatriyas, he could easily make Vijay kowtow and willingly offer up gold and beautiful women with just a few words.

But this illusion was shattered in an instant. Being contradicted by a mere merchant, the Kshatriya descendant's anger surged instantly.

Almost the next second, he raised his large, fan-like hand and grabbed straight at Vijay's shoulder.

This powerful blow was clearly intended to knock Vijay to the ground.

In his eyes, reasoning is far less direct than physical violence.

Seeing his opponent suddenly attack, Vijay did not back down in the slightest.

He knew perfectly well that if he backed down today, the other side would take advantage of him tomorrow, and more trouble would follow. He understood the principle of "ceding five cities today, ceding ten cities tomorrow".

Even though Mittal Village is not yet fully equipped with military equipment, this conflict must be confronted head-on in order to establish the bottom line of the territory.

The moment the opponent's large hand, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, grabbed at him, Vijay channeled all his strength into his body, exerted force with his feet, hunched his back, and suddenly lunged forward, trying to close the distance between them.

Vijay understood his strengths and weaknesses: he was not as tall as his opponent and his arms were shorter, so close-quarters combat was his advantage.

Instead of retreating, Vijay decisively seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful punch straight to his opponent's abdomen.

Although Titi Sanzi was surprised to see this, his years of diligent training allowed him to react very quickly. He took a small step back and blocked with his left hand, intending to deflect the force of the punch.

Vijay refused to give him a chance to create distance and catch his breath, kicking up a cloud of mud to distract his opponent's vision, and launching another powerful attack with undiminished force.

The two fists collided heavily, and a dull thud exploded. Vijay felt a tingling pain in his wrist, and his opponent was also shaken by the force, staggering back two steps. His arms were numb, and for the first time, a serious expression appeared on his face.

"You do have some strength." Titi Sanzi rubbed his arm, his eyes filled with even more ferocity, and launched another offensive.

He raised his body high and slashed down with both hands like steel blades. It was a standard combo move used by Harappan warriors: the right hand slashed down to lock the vertical attack, and the left hand slashed horizontally to block the movement on both sides. Three or four sets of consecutive killing moves were connected. If the opponent retreated, he would be completely locked down by the continuous attack and had nowhere to hide.

Vijay recognized the basic combo technique at a glance; he had repeatedly disassembled and deduced it when he was learning it in the temple district.

The usual way to deal with this is to retreat and dodge, but once you retreat, you fall into the opponent's rhythm, and the subsequent series of blows will be unavoidable.

Unwilling to be passively attacked, he immediately steadied himself and met the blow head-on, using his left hand to block the downward slash and his right hand to parry the horizontal strike.

The two forces collided with a deafening roar, their arms locked in a tight stalemate. The veins on Ti Ti San Zi's body bulged as he exerted all his strength, trying to overpower Vi Jie by using his size advantage.

For a moment, a slight stalemate ensued between the two sides.

However, Vijay's strength was clearly inferior to his opponent's, and the stalemate was about to be broken.

But Vijay wasn't without a way to deal with it!

Taking a deep breath, Ma Bu suddenly contracted his stance, using the point of contact between their arms as a fulcrum to leap into the air, his legs slamming straight forward and heavily striking the opponent's chest.

This sudden attack was completely outside the usual moves of Harappa warriors. The three boys were caught off guard by the double front kicks that struck them hard in the chest. Their massive bodies were kicked backward, each step leaving a deep dent in the mud.

Vijay had not fully tested the weight of his kick.

But kicking an ordinary, heavy bull wouldn't be a problem.

This guy took the kick head-on without any warning, and the fact that he didn't die instantly from a collapsed chest and vomiting blood is already a testament to how tough his body is!

Vijay landed and rolled to dissipate the force. Before his opponent could regain his footing, he charged forward and launched a series of fierce attacks, landing punches on his opponent's weak points such as the waist and back.

Titi's three sons hastily parried, barely managing to parry a few moves before falling into a disadvantageous position. Dull pains shot through their bodies, and they finally realized that the strength of the Lord of Feishe was far beyond their expectations. They couldn't gain any advantage in a one-on-one fight. They immediately turned around and roared at their servants behind them, "All of you, attack! Take him down together!"

Ten servants from Titi Village obeyed the order and rushed forward. Although they were all empty-handed, their numbers made them look imposing.

Upon seeing this, Rajan and several servants accompanying Vijay immediately rushed forward to provide support. Beam, standing to the side, had already gripped his short spear, the tip of which gleamed coldly, ready to cripple the enemy in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Vijay immediately raised his hand and pressed it down to stop Bim.

He had witnessed Bim's all-out effort before. His terrifying spear-throwing skills were so formidable that even if the samurai and the villagers at the level of apprentice samurai were to personally catch it, they might not be able to get the better of him!

A fight is unavoidable, but leaving all these guys here is not in the interest of Mittal Village!

Fortunately, Bim understood immediately and chose to slowly lower his short spear to meet the enemy with his bare hands.

Vijay also wanted to use this conflict to see just how good his men were at combat.

The servants of both sides engaged in a chaotic battle.

Mittal's servants, who usually only did housework and rarely experienced fighting, were clearly lacking in training. Even though they wanted to stand in front of Vijay to protect their master, their fighting skills were no match for the servants of Titi Village who had practiced martial arts for many years.

These thugs, who have been training for years, are different. They have the upper hand in such a chaotic battle and are ruthless and merciless.

The opponent's attacks were aimed at the bones and joints. In just a short while, all of Mittal's servants were injured, and one of them even had his arm broken, writhing on the ground in pain and howling incessantly.

Only Bim seemed to be handling the situation with ease, displaying his full combat prowess at the level of a formal samurai. He moved through the crowd without engaging in direct combat, instead striking hard when the opportunity arose, then dodging and continuing to look for another chance!

All of the fallen opponents were Bim's kills.

Seeing this, Vijay no longer held back. He moved among the remaining servants, controlling the force of each strike precisely, breaking the joints of their hands and feet without taking their lives.

Screams rose and fell as ten servants of Titi Village collapsed to the ground, colliding and piling up on each other, too exhausted to get up and fight any longer.

Standing alone in the arena, Titi Sanzi saw his men utterly routed, and felt a dull ache in his chest. His earlier arrogance vanished, replaced by fear in his eyes, though he still uttered harsh words: "You just wait! This will not end here. Our Titi Village will surely settle accounts again!"

Having said that, he dared not linger any longer. He waved to help his injured servant up and fled in a disheveled state toward Titi Village.

Vijay did not order a pursuit; he simply stood on the scorching dirt road and watched the fleeing figure.

An ordinary village conflict brought the feud between Mittal and Titi village to the forefront.

The previously barely maintained "keeping to themselves" relationship has been completely shattered, and a full-scale confrontation between the two sides is now inevitable.

After the conflict ended, Vijay first ordered his servants to escort the seriously injured Surya back to the village infirmary, and arranged for herbal remedies to be applied to the broken bones of his companions.

Surrey's injuries were severe; even without professional knowledge, it was clear that he could die without proper treatment!

That would be a huge loss for Mittal village!

Vijay immediately stopped hesitating. "Ka...Bim, take the money and go to town. See if you can find a Brahmin healer or a divine servant to come!"

Kara was originally better at running errands, but now she has to rely on Bim again.

Bim readily accepted the order and drove off in his oxcart.

"Rajan, go and make arrangements for Dalit, get them back to work!"

As for the work on site, it can't stop. Dalit watched the whole thing, but no one dared to step forward and help.

It seemed that they, their master and benefactor, did not belong to the same world as them.

Mobilizing Dalits is not the same as mobilizing the general public!

Vijay's realization was reinforced once again: his ideas still needed refinement, and he needed more time and space!

With his attention back on the present, Vijay got into thought as he rode the oxcart toward the village.

Although today's battle thwarted the opponent's provocation, it also made Vijay clearly see the shortcomings: the regular servants have almost no combat ability, and even if Thier starts training them now, it will be difficult to make these servants combat-ready.

It would be better to train a new group of dedicated guards or bring in external military support. We can't keep going on like this, with one top and one bottom!

The setting sun slowly sank to the edge of the rolling plains, and orange-red sunset clouds filled the entire sky. Several hours had passed since the conflict at the border outpost ended.

Vijay and his group slowly returned to Mittal village, their journey fraught with dust.

Upon learning that their master had single-handedly defeated the fierce warriors of Titi Village and repelled the invading troublemakers, the servants along the way gathered around him, cheering and shouting. Everyone's face was full of excitement and admiration, and they all told the passersby about their lord's heroic deeds, their words filled with loyalty and support.

Vijay, standing in the center of the crowd, showed no joy of victory; a heavy burden weighed on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

After passing through the bustling streets, Vijay returned to the main courtyard pavilion and sat down. He immediately sent for Teyya to come and discuss matters.

While waiting, the servants busied themselves treating the injured attendants from earlier in the day. The bitter smell of herbs permeated the courtyard, and broken wooden spears and mud-covered bandages lay scattered to the side.

The groans and complaints completely disrupted the peaceful atmosphere of this village!

No, we must get revenge!