1 Chapter 1

Montgomery, Punjab, British India. In the year 1850.

A beautiful day started with a beautiful dawn. The month of January and the cold weather had taken over everything. The entire village was fully covered by the fog. It looked like the village had worn a cotton cloth on it. Due to the fog, it was impossible to see a few yards ahead. But those who are worried about sustenance have nothing to do with the weather. People got up early in the morning and arranged fodder for the animals. Where the hands were frozen from the cold, people were busy cutting grass with sickles with their bare hands. Crops outside the population and people walking with donkey carts in some of them were presenting a strange scene. There was a strange kind of spiritual peace in this place. Which was probably not in any other corner of the world. This village of Kharals, which was situated on the bank of the Ravi River, was very prosperous. Where children laugh all the time. It was a pastime for young men to spy on girls and for young girls to chat with their mates about their favorite young men. The old elders were relaxing their bodies by the fire while sitting on the village seat (the place where the elders sit and make decisions). The people of this village had a very simple nature. Their lifestyle was very simple. They were intelligent people. They were poor in terms of wealth but very rich in heart; their doors were always open for travelers and the needy. Their men were mighty warriors; they knew how to fight very well.

He got up from his bed. His bed was placed near the big door of the house. The rays of the sun were just coming out. He went to the hand tap, turned it on, and started washing his mouth with water. After washing his mouth, he cleaned his teeth with a wooden brush.

Got up, my lion son? The mother said this lovingly, looking at her young son.

Yes, Mom. Salavar replied.

Go and fetch the buffalo milk. I will extract the butter from the curd, and then I will make you breakfast. Mother said to him.

Ok, Mom, but two butter chapati, mustard greens, and lassi should be ready by the time I come. He asked as he went.

OK, It will be ready, sir.

ok mom

Salawar picked up the gadwa (a special Punjabi milk pot) and started going to his muraba (where the animals were kept).

The entire Indian subcontinent was ruled by the British government at that time. The British were filling their coffers by robbing these simple people. These people had to pay rent for the crops on their land. And these simple people did not sow more crops for fear of higher taxes. The British used to take their lands from them. And used to frighten the pet slaves as a reward. Whoever tried to raise his head in front of them. He was killed.

But the people of the Jat tribe sitting on the bank of the Ravi River, including the Kharal tribe, Vatu tribe, and other tribes, were rebels against the British nation and the British government. These tribes openly rebelled and claimed ownership of these areas. They used to clash with British soldiers.

It was probably an afternoon when Roy Salavar was working in his field when he heard a gunshot from a distance. He became alert at once. He held his sword.

Another young man came out of the field next to him, intending to go in this direction. He also had a sword in his hand. He stopped seeing the young Salavar.

Roy Salavar! Did you hear a gunshot just now? asked Babur, who was also his friend.

Hey, man, I heard it too; let's find out the matter. Salavar asked, smiling.

We must go there. Babar also smiled.

Let's go there and see. Salavar said.

Both of them kept their swords and started moving forward. They were walking in the bush to hide and not be seen by anyone. They were holding their swords in their hands.

Both of them had a half-kilometer path. They saw some people standing on top of a dead body. They were searching for the dead person. The deceased person seemed to be a native of Punjab. And those who killed him looked like English soldiers in their uniforms. There were four English soldiers there.

The British soldiers had guns, and both of them only had swords. They both looked at each other.

Tell Babur, can we hunt these white people? Salavar asked.

Look, there are four of them, and they have guns too. Babur replied.

What happens if they have weapons? Are you afraid of their weapons? Salavar had talked about the honor of Babur. Those people considered being afraid of someone a sign of disrespect. No matter how powerful the enemy was, people used to fight him.

Come on then get ready we are about to attack them. Babur straightened his sword and said.

that's it. Salavar laughed and patted Babur on the shoulder. That place consisted of dunes. Both of them were hiding behind a bush near these soldiers. There were only a few yards between the British soldiers and them. They were planning to attack them.

We should make a sudden attack. Babar advised.

No, my friend, then all the fun will be spoiled. Salavar said with a devilish smile.

Then what should be done? Babar asked.

Then listen; I'll try to find out from them what happened. We don't have to kill them, we just have to injure them. We will enjoy them for a while and then leave them. Salavar told all the details to Babar. Babar started smiling at his plan.

Let's do it then. Babur said.

Salavar hid his sword, came out of the bush, and started walking like a heedless man. He reached the British soldiers in the same way. He started acting afraid of the dead body.

Oh, man! what's going on here? salavar asked in an afraid manner.

Get out of here crazy. One of the British soldiers said.

Ok, Sir, I'm leaving here, but tell me what's going on here. Salavar asked, on which a soldier pushed him. At that moment, Salavar grabbed the English soldier's neck and put the sword on his neck. Other soldiers drew their guns on Salwar.

Put down your weapons or your friend will be killed. Salavar threatened the soldiers and pressed and sharpened the sword on the neck of the Englishman.

I say leave it or else. said a soldier.

otherwise what? Salavar increased the pressure of the sword on which the soldier started shouting. One of the soldiers stepped forward, and Babur from behind cut the neck of one of the soldiers and drew his sword on the other soldier. Now one soldier was left among them. He was also unconscious.

Babur, I said not to kill my friend. Salavar said with a smile.

Oh yes! Now he must have reached the poor hell. Babur said laughing. Salavar started laughing loudly at his words.

I am sorry for his death. Salavar said laughing.

Fearful, the last soldier also threw his gun, and they both laughed loudly.

Hey, this chick is going to be a victim himself. Babur said, laughing. Salawar and Babur tied these soldiers with ropes in their uniforms. And they started asking them. These soldiers did not say anything at first. But after three or four punches, one of them spoke. They were chasing this person. The person who was killed by these soldiers. He stole an important document and ran away. Salawar and Babur took the document from them and left them tied there. They took their guns with them. Those soldiers started running back. They took a cot from a nearby village and joined two other boys with them. They took the dead person to their village on a stretcher and buried him after performing his last rites. They showed those documents to their sardar.