Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

July 16, 1658

Receiving the approval to attack from the patriarch, the Atashban family was no longer the same. Like a bloodthirsty tiger that had just gained its freedom, it went on a hunting spree, causing bloodshed and destruction everywhere while catching everyone off guard.

Throughout various villages and towns in the surroundings, thousands of men were immediately alerted, and they all gathered together with one mission: to revolt. This news, which spread shockwaves throughout the empire was almost immediately discovered by the nearby Takkalu and Zangana families.

However, unfortunately, even though the noble families knew that a revolt at such a time was not a good phenomenon, as it could immediately disrupt the balance maintained in the war situation, they were, in the end, helpless.

They had made no preparations for such an event, and most of their resources had already been invested in the war, which left them ill-equipped and unprepared to deal with such a sudden turn of events. Who in their right mind would have believed that a random small noble family in an isolated and downtrodden city in the central barren region of the empire would possess so much power and strength?

And yet, here we are.

With Fariba Atashban taking charge, the Atashban family’s intelligence network swiftly acted, spreading news of the revolution across neighbouring cities.

Those who had already sworn allegiance to the Atashban family were overjoyed, as they no longer had to lie low in society and act submissively to the various noble descendants of Zangana and Takkalu.

Cities like Sanandaj, Kermanshah, and Khorramabad were all caught off guard when thousands of people flooded the streets with guns, marching directly to each city’s administrative centre.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The city defence forces tried to stop them, but sadly not everyone among them had firearms, while every Atashban soldier was equipped with a first-generation Bharatiya musket and various military gear that increased their protection.

The city defence forces were outnumbered, outclassed, and outskilled.

Seeing that more of their own men were dying when facing the enemy, the captains of the city defence forces quickly halted their assault, retreating from the range of fire.

With the advantage of both firepower and numbers, the Atashban warriors were unstoppable. They stormed through the streets as they charged toward the administrative centres. Nothing could halt their advance—even roadblocks like fallen trees or barricades. The Atashban soldiers, familiar with the city since childhood, instinctively knew how to navigate around every intersection.

The whole Atashban vanguard, like a grain of sand falling through a maze under the influence of gravity, moved through the city unhindered. There isn’t a path anymore? No problem! Climb on top of the houses. Is there no house nearby? Still no problem; you can climb over the trees.

What if there is no road ahead? Then don’t worry, take a left turn and jump over the ditch. What if all the paths are blocked? Hehe, do you underestimate me, a guy who grew up in this city? Go through this courtyard house; it will lead directly to the destination.

In such a way, many people were frightened, and even more were excited as the Atashban family decided to act. The city defence forces, who were high and mighty all year round, knew that this was not something they could deal with, so their actions to stop the marching army had become more of a formality than their duty.

Of course, the movement was not always smooth sailing, as a brainless idiot would occasionally try to stop these Atashban soldiers, who knew nothing but their duty. In the end, as expected, cold corpses were left behind. The people who witnessed these scenes immediately locked themselves in their homes, not daring to step out.

Meanwhile, the common people in the city, who knew what was happening, were not only unafraid but also very welcoming, as they helped the revolting soldiers as much as they possibly could.

The city administrator was immediately furious at the act of rebellion from a small local family. He immediately flew into a rage and roared, "Gather up the soldiers, put up the defences, arm the cannons, and get ready!"

The fortress of Sanandaj, which also doubles as the administrative center of the city, immediately went into a battle-ready mode, which is not something that usually happens in the inland city of the Safavid Empire.

Maybe it was for this reason that the soldiers and artillerymen within the fortress did not immediately know what they were supposed to do.

"Hey You, that is your place, not here; get lost!" a captain scolded.

"Idiot! Don’t you know that you need to first wipe out all the dust inside the barrel with some oil? Should I even have to say this to you? Shouldn’t you already know?

How did you even become an artilleryman, goddamnit?!" the artillery captain roared, veins popping in his neck with annoyance when he saw the artilleryman trying to pour the gunpowder into the artillery without doing proper maintenance first.

It was a hodgepodge of chaos within the fortress; even the veteran military advisers and military practitioners sent by the family were of not much use when almost all the soldiers within the fortress lacked proper training and discipline.

Fortunately, by the time the rebellious Atashban family soldiers arrived, even though the cannons were not ready yet, looking at how their enemies also did not bring along their cannons, they half-heartedly put up an offensive stance.

The Atashban soldiers were not intimidated by the guns pointed at them from within the fortress; instead, they were more eager to break down the whole damn fortress and crawl into the turtle shell and break the bodies of the bastards inside limb by limb.

The Atashban family had recruited tens of thousands of soldiers from the four neighbouring cities, and within these thousands of people, there were those willing to sacrifice their lives in order to take revenge against the noble overlords who had either done something unspeakable to someone in their family or had someone killed.

It was these people who were chosen as the vanguard for the attack of the Atashban family due to their ferocity and rage, which would act as a huge deterrent against anyone who would block their path. Additionally, it was also these people who received training from Bharatiya Army veterans and had undergone the longest and cruellest training.

The people inside the fortress were initially not taking the enemy seriously since they were within the fortress at a strategic advantage, and they jokingly thought that even if the enemy had more guns, so what? Bullets couldn’t hurt people behind a wall, after all. But unfortunately, their complacency became their downfall.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"Ahhh!"

Various screams were heard within the fortress as people who had only briefly exposed their bodies felt an iron pellet pierce through their bodies, rupturing all their internal organs.

"Ahhh!"

"Oh, Lord!"

Panic immediately set in after realizing the incredible marksmanship of their enemy. One soldier after another fell down in a pool of blood, and the soldiers who continued to attack became fewer and fewer as they grew more cowardly.

Looking at all their brothers bleeding to death in a slow and agonizing way, the soldiers immediately felt a chill run down their spines, and they became hesitant to peek; what if they were shot in the head?

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

More screams were heard and a lot more death was seen, and this only served to further solidify the cowardice of the cowardly soldiers. Their captain was shouting at the top of his lungs blurting out threats and commands, but no one feared him; after all, what was worse—Being beaten to a pulp or being shot to death? This question need not be answered.

"At least those rebels won’t be able to breach the fortress. We only need to last until reinforcements arrive," was the thought of all the soldiers within the fortress, who, despite having the higher strategic advantage, had somehow turned it against themselves.

The veterans recruited by the noble family for emergencies felt helpless and angry, but there was nothing they could do. In the end, they also placed their hopes on reinforcements, and the city administrator was no different. Seeing how the battle was conducted, he had already given up hope of defending the fortress himself.

But unfortunately, in the heat of battle, everyone failed to notice even the obviously advanced muskets and military equipment in the hands of the rebels.

If they had been more observant, they would have asked where these weapons originated from and worried about whether there were more—what if there were stronger cannons, and what if there were more deadly weapons? But sadly, none of the people within the fortress had any experience dealing with such matters.

Being positioned in an isolated city like Sanandaj meant that the administrator did not have much ability on his own, And the only reason he had such a position was because he had to find a suitable title in order to maintain the dignity of the noble family.

And that definitely led to everyone’s demise.

Kaveh Atashban soon arrived at the fortress of Sanandaj, behind him were a dozen carriages pulled by four horses, each equipped with 20-kilogram Bharatiya first-generation cannons.

"Line up," Kaveh ordered with a stern expression on his face.

He looked around the battlefield to make sure that there weren’t any inconsistencies and finally ordered.

"Fire volley 1!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

A loud and deafening explosion was heard as the six cannonballs whizzed through the air like meteors and crashed into the city wall at immense speed, producing vibrations in the ground. The people in the city were startled by the explosion, and panic began to set in.

Within the fortress, the artilleryman who had just finished maintenance on the cannon was immediately startled by the explosion. Before the artilleryman could build up the courage to see what was going on, "Ahhhhhh!" A loud scream was heard from his colleague right next to him.

"Oh Lord, Mustafaaaaa!"

The bloody remains lay scattered as Mustafa was torn apart by a coconut-sized iron ball that broke through the fortress wall at the top.

Fear began to set in within the heart of the artilleryman as he looked toward the direction of the enemy with a dreadful expression on his face.

Just then, Kaveh Atashban, who had noticed the readiness of the second artillery group, immediately ordered, "Fire volley 2!"