Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

A few hours ago,

Ezidi Serwan was grinding his sword on a small hand-operated stone wheel. Sparks were flying everywhere, even falling on his skin, but he felt nothing as he intently looked at the sword with a cruel smile on his face.

He was feeling ecstasy just by imagining the death of his enemies by his own hands. He had waited his whole life for this opportunity for revenge, and, whatever may come, he was not willing to give it away. In the current unnatural and obsessed mindset of Ezidi Serwan, he might even be willing to attack the Zangana family's headquarters in Mosul, even without the army leaving. However, thankfully, the weight of being responsible for his race keeps him somewhat rational and stops him from insanity.

"Chief, the Zangana family's army has left southeast. There are only a few thousand guards in Kurdistan. Our chance is here," Barzan barged in, grinning from ear to ear, unable to stop himself from laughing.

"Finally!" Ezidi Serwan's eyes blazed with raging flames As his expression turned murderous.

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Mosul

Salman Zangana was impatiently waiting for any intelligence from the battlefield at Basra. He was already very irritated, given that the Shamlu family and Ustajlu family refused to help, but when Patriarch Takkalu, instead of offering some help, asked for reinforcements in return, he flew into a fit of rage.

Out of anger, he had even broken a few antiques he had treasured.

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"Ahhh!"

A blood-curdling scream was heard.

Salman was startled. He suddenly heard multiple gunshots coming from the outside.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

He was about to go out and take a look, but he froze because he immediately realised the characteristics of the gunshots of the Bharatiya Empire mentioned in the report.

"Sound like the roar of thunder, It can't be mistaken. This is the gun of the Bharatiya Empire," Salman Zangana immediately broke out in a cold sweat. His pupils were a little dilated, and he was in a panic. "How did the Bharatiya Empire come here without my knowledge?" He really couldn't figure it out. Even if it is almost impossible to block transportation from one city to another due to various routes, it is still possible to hold up a large number of people moving in one direction, and Salman had paid extra attention to this matter and made sure that no one arrived in Kurdistan in large groups in the past few weeks.

"It doesn't really make sense," he thought for a long time. Gunshots continued to be heard, screams became more desperate and even a little pleading, but he still couldn't figure out who the enemy was.

"Hey, Rafa, who the hell is our enemy? Is it the infidels from the Bharatiya Empire?" he asked General Rafa ibn Zangana, his cousin and the military general stationed in Kurdistan as a last layer of defence against any enemy.

Rafa shook his head. "No, not the Bharatiyas, but by the way they dress and the way they look, they seem to be Yazidi." There was a hint of amazement in his tone, as even he couldn't believe his own conjecture despite seeing it with his own eyes.

"Yazidi?" As expected, Salman was greatly shocked. "Are you sure? Haven't we completely uprooted that tribe a decade ago?"

"Cousin, I'm very sure. I can recognize a Yazidi when I see one. You don't have to doubt me. I was also present that day a decade ago," Rafa said with a determined expression.

Looking at him like this, Salman paced around the room, rubbing his forehead, trying to remember if he had spared anyone. "No, it can't be right. we had made sure to completely eliminate the Yazidi who were gathered in Erbil along with their leader, Ezidi Mirza. In order to make this happen, I even paid some benefits to the nobles in the Ottoman Empire who were supporting the Yazidis."

Thinking about the calm expression in Mirza's eyes before he died, 'Did that bastard find a way out? Damn it,' he cursed at himself.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunshots came closer, which made Rafa a little impatient so he acted immediately. "Hey cousin, now it really doesn't matter where these people came from. The only thing we have to do is summon back the army that has been sent out as soon as possible and also get ourselves into the vault."

Saying that, without waiting for a response, he quickly took his cousin along with his family through a secret entrance within the fortress.

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A few minutes passed, and a few Yazidi men entered the fortress of Zangana, blood-drenched all over their bodies.

Tawfan was like a Viking warrior with a head hanging by his waist. Barzan had blood drenched all over him as he cleaned his knives and guns to a shine.

Ezidi Serwan looked like a harbinger of death; he looked like a minion of the demon king with his cold and ruthless expression. However, if anyone were to look deeply into his eyes, they would see those eyes not only contained boundless killing intent and coldness but also a lot of sadness hidden within the depths.

The trio of three Yazidis, along with their men, entered the fortress looking for the main targets.

Ezidi Serwan looked around and couldn't find anything. Tawfan went around destroying furniture in rage.

"Ahhh!"

Just then, a shrill scream of a woman was heard.

Everyone's attention was turned toward the scream, and they were surprised to find out that there was a woman hidden inside a large pottery jar in the storeroom.

The woman looked beautiful and stunning. Falling to the ground, she appeared pitiful, which actually made her a bit more charming, but unfortunately, the Yazidi people's eyes were clouded by hatred, and they could not appreciate this beauty.

"Who are you?" Ezidi Serwan asked in his emotionless, monotone voice.

The woman was scared out of her wits after seeing those merciless eyes. "My name is Fatima. I'm the mistress of Salman Zangana," she said, as she could tell that if she hesitated even for a moment, these brutes wouldn't hesitate to chop her head off.

Ezidi Serwan's eyes lit up, not because he had suddenly gained the skill to appreciate beauty, but because he realized that this woman could potentially know the place where Salman was hidden.

"Where is Salman? Give me this information, and I will let you live."

Fatima was stunned, blood soon left her face in fear and it turned white, not because she didn't know the location, but because she did and that was exactly what scared her. If she didn't answer, she would die, but if she did, her husband, his wives, their children, and some of the important people would definitely be dead.

'Should I conceal the location, risking my life?' she thought. Logically speaking, this was the best solution for the existence and continuation of the Zangana family, but unfortunately, logic is often thrown out the door when it comes to one's own life.

So Fatima did what the majority of people would do in the same situation: she gave up the information fairly quickly.

Ezidi Serwan was happy. He got the information, and, like he promised, he let the woman go. But as the woman was leaving, he gave Barzan a look.

Barzan understood and silently followed the woman. Fatima got out of the fortress and was almost happy that she had lived. "Bang!"

Sadly, she couldn't move anymore, as her beautiful head had been blasted apart.

"You are innocent. You helped us a lot, but I am sorry. We cannot take any chances. Giving you a quick and painless death is the greatest kindness I can show you," Barzan said, standing near the corpse for a few minutes before he eventually left. He did not want to miss the opportunity to kill a few core members of the Zangana family after all.

Looking at the secret door opening and seeing the demons from hell descending through the stairs with blood all over their bodies, Salman Zangana, his family, and even General Rafa exclaimed in shock.

Dread began to set in, but knowing that without fighting they would not even have a chance to survive, they took up their swords and stood guard in front of their families.

Looking at this scene, Ezidi Serwan felt a little amused.

"Hey, old dog Salman, when you sent your army to butcher my people and kill my father, you did not think this day would come, did you?"

"Hahaha."

"No matter. My time for vengeance is here."

'Swoosh!'

Ezidi Serwan, Tawfan, and the other Yazidi warriors rushed forward, disregarding any injuries.

Barzan ran as fast as he could, but when he heard the screams coming from within the secret chamber, his heart dropped. He regretted why he had stayed in front of the corpse for a few minutes.

His eyes began to water, and his face looked aggrieved, like a child who had been denied a train ride. Unfortunately, the emotions of both might not be too dissimilar.

He entered the secret room and was immediately happy when he saw Patriarch Salman Zangana and General Rafa still alive amid the corpses of their families.

Rafa kneeling on the ground fingers cut could not explain his emotions. He was feeling loss, regret, fear, dread, and more. He understood that he no longer had a way out. "How did you guys do it? Weren't your people exterminated?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Swoosh!"

However, before he could understand, he felt a cold light pass through his neck, and the next thing he saw was his body, headless, as he finally drifted into eternal sleep.

Barzan stood behind the corpse with blood dripping from the knife. "Go to hell without knowing anything, you little shit," he cursed.

Tawfan and Ezidi Serwan were glaring at him, blaming him for being too hasty.

Barzan became embarrassed. "Ah, Chief, I was worried that I wouldn't get the chance to get revenge, ha haa hhaa." At the end of his sentence, his awkward laugh drifted off into the sound of a mosquito.

Ezidi Serwan let out a deep breath. He really couldn't be angry at Barzan since he knew that his parents were brutally butchered by the Zangana family a decade ago.

Salman no longer had any emotions. He was just sitting there staring at his children who were struck dead in a single blow like a dead man waiting to die.

Looking at this, Ezidi Serwan felt contempt from the bottom of his heart, he realized that there was no use torturing this man who was already dead in his heart.

"At least in your next life, be a better man, even if not for yourself, at least for your family who had to pay the price for your sin of mercilessly massacring nearly 69,000 people."

"Slice!"

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Ezidi Serwan sheathed the sword. The hot blood that had just splattered onto his face dripped as he looked up with his eyes closed. 'Father, I have achieved vengeance. You may now rest in peace,' he prayed.

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Thirty minutes passed, and the army that had been sent to reinforce the coastal city of Basra rushed back on horses.

This news had reached the ears of Ezidi Serwan.

"Are all the enemies dead?" he asked.

"They are Chief. All the nobles and elites of Zangana are dead," Tawfan responded.

Ezidi Serwan nodded his head in agreement. "All right then, let's pack up and quickly leave. We cannot win against this army, even if we have already killed their leaders."

Tawfan nodded but had a doubt. "Chief, why did we spare the normal people in Mosul? A decade ago, wasn't everyone in our city killed, including women, children, young, and old? So why are we not doing the same?"

Ezidi Serwan looked at the big man. "Remember, Tawfan, just because our enemy did it doesn't mean that we have to do it too. We have already uprooted the whole Zangana family, including their branch families and even the bastards. That should be enough; it is not needed to slaughter a city."

"We are not demons, Tawfan. We are Yazidi, the God's children. We have got our revenge, and that is enough. Any more, and we will lose the grace of God and may even incur some curse that would once again plunge us into darkness."

Tawfan immediately felt ashamed of his thoughts and even felt a little thankful that the chief was so wise.

In fact, the reason for Ezidi Serwan not going on a massacre of all Kurds was partly because of his own beliefs and partly because Minister Jaishankar, whom they had negotiated with, had requested them to leave the common people alone, which played a huge role in Ezidi Serwan's decision.

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