Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

Everyone's morale in the Persian province was really high. While the army moved forward, a lot of people from Baghdad, whether they were sons, husbands, or brothers, had farming equipment in their hands as they loudly proclaimed...

"Warriors of Persia, come back victorious, but take your time because—"

"Even if we die, we won't let anyone occupy the city!"

"The only rulers of the city are the Atashban family!"

"Long live Persia!"

"Long live Atashban!"

"Long live Persia!"

"Long live Atashban!"

The soldiers moving out of the city gate could still hear the shouts of the people from within. Their backs straightened, and their heads lifted up, feeling full of pride.

Kaveh Atashban, who was leading the army, had a satisfied smile on his face. Looking at his army, who were moving forward without hesitation, he felt very proud and happy.

Moving to the rear, he turned his Arabian horse to look at the city of Baghdad one last time before he eventually moved into the forest path, which carried him out of sight of Baghdad.

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While the Persians were marching to the coastal city of Basra, their actions were discovered by the scouts of the Zangana family.

The news immediately spread through various cities and reached the generals defending these cities.

The generals suddenly became anxious. Although overall they had larger armies and stronger strength than the Atashban family, they also knew that the Atashban family had more advanced weaponry, better-trained people, and most importantly, a continuous logistics supply.

In order to resist the initial attack of the Atashban family, they had no other choice but to play defensively, at least until reinforcements arrived. However, the question remained whether they could resist until then.

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City of Mosul, In a luxurious fortress

With the march progressing at a steady pace, Salman Zangana, the patriarch of the Zangana family, immediately got the confirmation that the Atashban family was completely ignoring nearby cities and strongholds Hillah and Kufa and directly marching for the coastal city of Basra.

Salman was initially confused as to why the Atashban family would choose this as a target, but suddenly, remembering the backing behind the Atashban family and their strength, Salman immediately got chills on his back.

"Immediately call all the noble families and ask for support," he was panicked.

"Tell them that the Bharatiya Empire is directly getting involved with the war and it is no longer a rumour. Their main target is the coastal city of Basra; they are looking to conquer a stronghold with the help of the Atashban family to gain an unimpeded axis into the Empire's interior."

He started to sweat profusely.

Salman then made the decision to immediately send reinforcements, even before the battle started.

"Your Excellency, Patriarch, the city of Baghdad is currently empty without anyone to defend it. Shouldn't we take this opportunity to reclaim it and then steadily compress their living space?" an elder in the Zangana clan asked.

Salman shook his head. "No, no, no. It would have been a good idea to reclaim Baghdad in any other case, but the Atashban family has clearly thought about their situation."

"If they are successful in capturing Basra from the inside and providing a door for the Bharatiya Empire to enter, then even if they lose Baghdad, it will not be long before they reclaim it with the direct help of the Bharatiya Empire."

"As the saying goes, even the lord cannot catch a house thief."

"In such a situation, even if the other noble families unite and succeed in resisting after knowing the ambitions of the Bharatiya Empire, our family will definitely be finished."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

These words silenced everyone in the room, including the elder who had asked the question.

Salman, knowing that it wasn't the time to hesitate, quickly ordered, "Immediately send reinforcements to Basra. Also, inform the various generals in Arabistan to march to Basra as well."

"Even if we have to use all our troops in this battle, we will not hesitate. No matter what, we cannot give the Bharatiya Empire a door."

The orders were immediately carried out, and the army of the Zangana family within the region of Kurdistan was mobilized.

Salman Zangana, in a high mood, thought that he had outsmarted his opponent, whom he believed to be the Bharatiya Empire. But sadly, he did not know that a wolf from the past was out to seek its vengeance.

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A few kilometres from the city of Mosul,

Ezidi Serwan was eagerly waiting for the intelligence to give him good news. As the Bharatiya Empire had suggested, he had brought 70% of his fighting forces into the forest near the city of Mosul, hoping to get a chance to completely obliterate his enemy.

'Rustle' 'Rustle'

Suddenly, a sound was heard, which alerted everyone. Thankfully, it was Barzan, the leader of intelligence.

"What happened, Barzan? Did the dogs of Salman leave?" the big man Tawfan asked, unable to contain his anticipation.

Unfortunately, Barzan shook his head. "No!" This caused a lot of disappointment in the hearts of the onlookers, and Tawfan's face immediately wrinkled up like a dried fruit. But Barzan still had a smile on his face, which Ezidi Serwan clearly noticed, so he didn't jump to conclusions right away.

"Even though the dogs of Zangana have not left Kurdistan like the Bharatiya commander said, there is good news. Full-scale military mobilization is going on, and it shouldn't take long for these people to leave Kurdistan."

Barzan's face was filled with a cruel smile. "Then it'll be our time to act."

Although most of the people felt like their emotions were being played with, they immediately forgot everything about it and gave wide smiles and toothy grins, like schoolchildren when the physical education period arrived.

"Good, good, good!" Tawfan immediately laughed and waved his axe like a madman. He was overjoyed.

Ezidi Serwan did not say anything, but he silently got up and went into the tent.

"Where are you going, Chief?" Barzan asked with a curious expression on his face.

Serwan turned back with a bloodthirsty smile on his face and replied, "I'll grind my sword once more. It seems to have gotten dull from all the heads of the scouts I have chopped since morning."

"HAHAHAH!"

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The Persian Gulf, Island of Bahrain

The Yazidis, the Persians, and the Kurds were not the only ones fully mobilizing for the attack, but also the navy of the Bharatiya Empire.

Chandrashekhar was a captain on the new Delhi class battleship of the Bharatiya Empire.

He was currently stationed on the island of Bahrain along with a few *Pune*-class battleships, a dozen medium-scale frigates and clippers, and 100 small-scale clippers and frigates.

"Captain, we received a messenger boat from Chabahar Bay. We received a Code Green," Chandrashekhar's executive officer, Govinda, informed with a serious expression on his face.

Chandrashekhar immediately wore his cap, got to his battlements, and ordered, "Full speed ahead. Destination: Coastal City Basra!"

As soon as the order was passed, the sails on the 2,000-tonne behemoth were stretched open like a large dragon covering the sky with its wings. The Pune-class battleships, which shortly received the orders, quickly positioned themselves in front of the fleet as they led the way.

The medium-scale frigates immediately got into an escorting formation, surrounding the battleships, while the medium-class clippers, with their impressive speed, constantly moved around the fleet, ready to respond to any emergency situation. The small frigates and clippers acted as scouts and pathfinders, utilizing their nimble bodies and excellent manoeuvrability to quickly scout out the area far ahead of the fleet.

Ships of the Afshar family immediately noticed this large fleet passing through the Persian Gulf, but none dared to approach it for fear that the Bharatiya Empire might find an excuse to invade their region.

In fact, unknown to them, Commander Ramayya Senapati had already covertly arranged his army to be stationed at the border of Makran, ready to move immediately in case the Afshar family really decided to intervene in their operation.

The deputy director of Bharatiya External Pragya, and the agent responsible for intelligence operations in the Safavid Empire, Harpreet Singh Gill, utilized all the intelligence networks he had built since taking over the job almost a year ago. He began operating them to guide the Shamlu and Ustajalu families to focus their attention on Takalu instead of the Zangana family. This was achieved not only by suppressing public opinion in the major cities by spreading rumours about more explosive topics, such as the affair of a certain prominent noble or the existence of an illegitimate child within a noble family.

In addition, Harpreet Singh utilized some of his trump cards and directly influenced wealthy landlords to support the annexation of the Thakkalu family's remaining territory, as they had greatly benefited from the last campaign against the Thakkalu family.

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While all this was covertly happening, Nabuddin Shamlu, the patriarch of the Shamlu family, and Muhammad Ustajalu, the patriarch of the Ustajalu family, had gathered together, not inviting the Afshar family, in order to completely occupy the territory of the Takalu family and divide it among themselves.

As for the distress calls they received from the Zangana family and the Afshar family, they decided to ignore them since the threat hadn't reached their regions yet. Most importantly, their next plan promised to bring them tangible benefits almost immediately.

Additionally, with the Zangana family taking the main brunt of the Bharatiya Empire and the Afshar family facing the primary threat, the Shamlu and Ustajalu families are looking forward to fully swallowing up the territory of the Thakkalu family, which is only lingering in the west, and become the ultimate winners of this mini *Game of Thrones* within the Safavid Empire.

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