Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

Over the span of just a few months, every city along the eastern and western coasts of the Red Sea that once belonged to the Ottoman Empire had been overrun, disembowelled, and brought under the control of the army formed by the union of the Bharatiya Empire, the Kingdom of Qasimid, and the Sultanate of Mahara.

Idris Al Mahwakh, the prospective imam, awoke from his sleep laughing, unable to contain his joy. The lifelong dream of his mentor and senior, Al Mutawakkil Ismail, had at last been realised through him. Mecca and Medina, the two holiest places of their faith and devotion, were finally back in their own soil. And it would be Idris who would take the credit for it.

He no longer had to worry about his rivals bewitching the old senior into favouring them over him in his absence.

Omar Ebin Khalid Al Mahari, the Crown Prince of the Sultanate of Mahara, was overjoyed as well. Although this campaign did not lead to the expansion of their kingdom since the kingdom is on the other side of the Arabian Peninsula, he was still promised by the Bharatiya Empire that some of the territories on the western bank of the Red Sea that had been taken under control, like Aswan, Djibouti, and other cities, could be left to their Al Mahari family to manage.

"Dong!!"

As soon as the loud bell rang, the soldiers poured out of their camps. Idris and Omar, along with their personal troops, joined the ranks and lined up neatly before the commanders according to their stations.

The mobilisation speeches of Senapati and Ranavikrama were brief, but they were more than enough.

"Today is the day we cut off an arm of the Ottomans."

"Hurah!"

That single cry was all it took to set the soldiers' morale ablaze.

Within a few hours, the battleships and the frigates swiftly moved in, straight into the depths of the Gulf of Suez and the Gulf of Aqaba.

"Enemy contact!!!"

The lookout cried out.

The exchange of fire between the two forces commenced.

Artillery roared, the sea rioted, and the ships shook. There was a smell of gunpowder in the air, ever so pungent yet so stimulating, putting the soldiers in the mood for a killing.

The naval might of the Ottoman Empire in the Red Sea was not too great, it was only enough to bully the weaker city-states on the Gulf of the Red Sea. Their real navy lay in the Mediterranean Sea, so when facing the Bharatiya Navy, arguably one of the best in the world, able to even take on their main fleet, the predictable thing happened and most naval vessels almost got folded in half in only a few rounds of bombardment from the smoothbore cannons and long-range culverins.

"Bay 6 caught on fire, quick...put it out and lock off the compartment!!"

The captain of a battleship roared as he eyed the shore with caution.

No matter how weak the naval resistance of the Ottomans was, one thing that couldn't be taken lightly was the defences on land. Those cannons, they're no joke; they were still enough to put a hole in the hull of any ship.

So all the battleships had to move to the absolute centre of the gulf so as to avoid the firepower from the distant shore.

In the meantime, hundreds of kilometres away,

"GO....GO....GO!"

As soon as the signal was seen, the marines did not hesitate and quickly dove into the river.

After everyone got down, Sarvesh put on his mask and jumped into the water as well.

They had to move upstream the Nile and infiltrate Cairo, the political centre of the Ottoman Empire in Africa. Defeating the Ottomans in Cairo, it's no different from releasing Egypt from its leashes and, most importantly, unbuckling Africa.

As he went upstream, remembering his past, Sarvesh couldn't help but smile. Back then, he was so young, so angry, and so restless, he didn't even have a surname at the time. And here he was, so many years later, taking part in a similar mission, yet with an entirely different kind of experience.

Gulf of Suez...

"Commander, the firepower is too dense; we cannot move forward without damage," the executive officer cried out with worry.

However, Prasanna Nayar, the commander, did not look panicked.

The winds were in his favour; there was no way he could lose.

"Have everyone evacuate from BNV Bhairavi and crash it into the shore."

"Com...Commander?" The officer was shocked. Was he hearing this correctly? BNV Bhairavi was one of the few 2000-tonne battleships they had brought on this expedition. How can the commander order for them to be destroyed so easily?

Also, isn't this a huge waste of money?

"What are you standing here for? Go pass the orders," Prasanna Nayar looked at him, squinting his eyes.

"Ye-yes, sir, immediately."

'Damn it, I hope you have taken the right decision, commander, or else you have to answer in the military court,' he grumbled inwardly and quickly left the deck.

Nearly 30 minutes later, to the shock of everyone, they witnessed one of the largest battleships of the battle group suddenly spread its sail completely wide and moved forward, leaving the group at an uncontrollable speed.

"AHhh, what is that, shoot!!!!"

The Ottoman soldiers were startled by the crazy and almost desperate move of the Bharatiyas.

"Boom Boom Boom!"

Prasanna Nayar saw from a distance how the large ship was being bombarded from every direction, but when he took his eyes off the telescope, a smile was etched on his face.

"Full speed ahead!"

He ordered.

BNV Bhairavi had already taken immense damage, and water was flooding into its hull. But it wouldn't die so quickly; it was a battleship made using compartmentalisation technology after all.

So by the time the Ottomans realised that there were more ships right behind the one that came forward, almost as if to die, they were shocked.

"Enem...." One Ottoman soldier was completely engulfed in flames before he could even utter a full word.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The Bharatiya ships rained hellfire onto the shore.

Although the Bharatiya ships were also taking damage, since there were more cannons on land than on the ships, but given that they were able to close the distance, the more powerful artillery and weapons systems of the Bharatiya Empire ploughed through the soil, fertilising the barren land with enemy blood.

The bombardment continued for several hours until even the most hidden and strategically advantaged artillery points of the Ottoman Empire were destroyed.

"Special forces move out!"

Almost immediately, a landing operation commenced. The special forces went in the small boats, landed on the shore, shot up all the remaining Ottoman soldiers, and cleared the landing zone for the army to arrive.

"Move it, move it!"

There was no time to waste; the generals barked orders at the soldiers who quickly got on the shore and directly marched towards Cairo.

Cairo...

The nobles of the Ottoman Empire staying in Egypt were all extremely panicked. They didn't know about the war situation on the front lines, but looking at several hints, they knew that the situation was not good.

Some, guided by sharp instincts, decisively packed up and left the city, trying to make their way from Cairo to Giza in search of shelter. The rest stayed behind, waiting for solid news before throwing away everything they had built and fleeing.

Unfortunately, these people were in for the worst luck of their lives, as the general commanding the army in Cairo sent an order to mobilise all males above 14 and below 40 to pick up arms and move into the battle.

People cried out in grief as soon as this order was passed. Even though the order was only a single sentence, the information it revealed was huge.

Number one, the Navy was defeated. Number two, the coastal forces were crushed. Number three, the enemy's full army had landed and was about to reach their front yard. Any one of these reports would have been dreadful, but now all three had come at once. How could the people not panic?

Poor people had no choice but to obey the orders under the muzzle of the army, but the rich, who are like rats with 1000 burrows, tried to flee the city as soon as possible.

No one wanted to fight the battle that was destined to end in their defeat.

"Ahh! Enemy soldiers!"

However, perhaps it was the fated end for their betrayal, for when the people tried to flee aboard the ships, they were struck with the shock of their lives. From the waters rose several thousand soldiers clad in dark green and black, like demons from the depths of Hell itself. In unison, they pulled rifles from their bags and levelled those dark muzzles, which in the terrified eyes of the onlookers had incarnated into the very whips of death.

"Down!"

A growl-like voice commanded them, and none of them could resist, crawling on the ground, not daring to look up.

Sarvesh was panting; he felt a little tired. He clenched his fist and loosened it a few times until he sighed that he had gotten old.

"Move it!"

Coming back to his senses, he decisively ordered as he moved forward after shooting the head of an Ottoman soldier who was about to alert the enemy.

Fed by the intelligence of the Bharatiya Sainik Pragya and external Pragya, Sarvesh had memorised the whole city of Cairo like the back of his hand.

The forces he commanded were like a pack of wolves hunting in the dense jungles. They weaved in and out of intersections, putting a hole right through the gut of the city.

"Bang!!"

"Bang!"

Sarvesh's hands were drenched in blood, with no count of how many people he had killed today, yet a smirk lingered at the corner of his lips. The long-lost feeling of exhilaration and bloodlust began to reawaken, making his movements faster and his technique more decisive, as if the Asura of the empire, the very demon who had once made even grown men of the Mughal Empire wet their pants, had returned.

The general leading resistance against the Bharatiya onslaught knew that the chances of victory were slim, but he still had some hope. What if he was successful? But when he started to hear gunfire from his rear and when he saw several firework-like things hitting the defensive wall at inhuman speeds and directly punching a hole through it in one shot,

He knew it was over.

"I surrender!!"

He was decisive in his actions; he wanted to live.