Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

January 1664

A large army, tens of thousands in number, started to assemble only 50 kilometres away from the line of control between the forces controlled by the Bharatiya Empire and the Ottoman Empire.

Salim Al Abdullah Rahman, the general of the Ottoman Empire, stood in front of a tent with his hands behind his back. He wore a red turban and a brownish-black kurta, looking awe-inspiring and majestic, which, with his long grey beard that reached to his chest, only became amplified.

A few hundred metres away from the Ottoman encampment, a man wearing a Brown and green camouflage uniform sprawled on the dirt with a telescope in his hands, whose entire body was covered by the leaves of the sparse trees around him and some dust.

The man squinted as he tried to look into the distance. Normally, he wouldn't use a telescope if there wasn't something unusual happening, since telescopes tend to give off glare, making it possible for the enemy to notice his location. But now, it is very clear that something unusual is definitely happening, or else why would so many people gather in such a hidden encampment?

The man silently chanted a mantra in his mouth, put his right eye to the eyepiece, closed his left eye as he slowly took off the leaf that was covering the lens,

Observing the encampment he immediately gasped,

This is definitely not for a skirmish. His heart was beating rapidly. Normally, a few thousand Ottomans driving 10 to 20,000 black slaves was normal, as this was the force that the Ottomans usually used to invade the border. But now, there are tens of thousands of Ottoman soldiers and countless black slaves being dragged into the encampment every passing second.

'Calm down, calm down', the man tried his best to regain composure, after which he once again used the telescope to get more information. He increased the zoom of the telescope and saw an unusual figure standing in front of the largest tent in the encampment. He immediately knew that this was a person who was definitely in a high position, so he zoomed to the maximum extent and vaguely caught a glimpse of a pattern on a flag behind the figure. But suddenly, his heart dropped when he saw that the figure was looking in his direction with a stern gaze.

"Damn, I have been discovered," he cursed in a low voice. But he was not panicked. Being one of the best scouts who dared to go into the hinterlands of the enemy territory, this was not the first time he had to do an emergency retreat.

He quickly crawled in reverse behind a boulder, discarded the dead weight along with the heavy telescope, where he broke the lenses, poured gunpowder over the pile, took out a long fuse and lit it on fire, after which he quickly went back to his horse, which he had hidden behind a ridge.

On top of the brown horse, there looked to be an unusual man sitting, but his back almost lay flat on the legs of the horse, which looked quite unnatural. However, looking at this, he was not panicked. Instead, he made the man, who was actually a straw bag with clothes, sit straight by attaching a wooden support to his back. He further removed his shoes, changed it to something else with larger soles without any grooves, and quickly let the horse free.

' I hope you'll live my friend '

Looking at the horse that ran away, leaving behind dust in its trails, the man felt a little sad, but it was not for long as he quickly put on a light bag and manually trekked into the mountainous forests.

A few minutes later

A group of Ottoman soldiers riding fast horses quickly caught up with the brown horse that was running at full speed with a man on its back.

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!"

"Neaiihh",

The scream of a horse was heard as it collapsed onto the ground, making whimpering noises, breathing heavily, raising dust at every breath, with its eyes looking desperate and sad. A few metres behind, an Ottoman soldier jumped down from his horse with a musket in his hand and slowly got near the man who seemed to be stuck under the weight of the horse.

As he got closer, he immediately noticed something was wrong, and this feeling grew more intense when there was no movement from the man. As the headscarf was carefully removed, what was inside was not a person but a straw doll in the shape of a thick and long rod.

"**** ****"

The Ottoman soldier immediately grew furious. The next moment, in anger, he shot the horse right in the head, putting it to rest.

A few kilometres away in the Dense hilly Jungles, the scout clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he heard the wave of gunshots, but he did not look back and continued to move forward.

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Shared region Kirkuk

"Commander, we have emergency intel from the scout in the enemy territory," General Ezidi Servan came forward and informed.

Lachit Borphukan immediately became alert, "Bring him in," he ordered.

Soon, the scout, whose arms and feet had numerous cuts, walked into the room with a serious look on his face.

After saluting the commander and the general, he quickly handed over the intelligence he had recorded.

Reading the intelligence, Lachit Borphukan frowned but soon relaxed, "It's good that we know what they are up to." In fact, seeing as how there had been no raids or skirmishes launched by the enemy for the past month, he had already become extremely suspicious that they were up to something devious. But after knowing that they are actually preparing for a larger attack, he could relax a little more. It was easier to face the enemy whom he knew than the enemy whom he did not.

"You did good. Is there anything else?" Lachit Borphukan patted the scout's back with a look of affirmation.

The scout flinched, a little flattered but also proud. But thinking about the question, he immediately remembered the vague image he had seen.

He quickly took out the paper on the table, pulled out his pen, and drew out the pattern he saw behind the imposing old man whom he had seen in the enemy camp.

"I saw the symbol right outside the largest tent in the enemy encampment, on a flag. I don't know what it means, sir, but it is definitely useful."

Lachit Borpukan, looking at the symbol, stroked his chin, as if he had no idea what it meant. But Ezidi Servan had his eyes wide open.

"Pe- pe - Peshwa. This is the mark of the Peshwa!"

Lachit Borphukan quickly turned his head and looked at Ezidi Servan.

Ezidi Servan composed himself and replied, "A Peshwa is a hierarchical rank given to the generals in the Ottoman Empire. Now that a Peshwa is involved, the Ottoman Empire is definitely preparing to launch an all-out attack."

Lachit Borphukan's eyes widened, "In that case, this is really not a small matter." Without hesitation, Lachit Borphukan used the encrypted communication system and immediately sent the classified intelligence to His Majesty according to standard protocol.

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Bangalore

Vijay hurried over to the Simhasana Bhavana when Ganesh called him about an emergency message from the Middle Eastern battlefield. When he read the intelligence, his eyes widened, but soon he began to smile.

"Finally, they took the bait," he muttered in a voice only he could hear.

He immediately held an emergency meeting with Kiran Poojari.

Vijay threw the intelligence onto the table with a grin, "Kiran, initiate the Quicksand plan."

Kiran Poojari, quickly reading through the intelligence, soon understood the situation. "Right away, Your Majesty," he saluted with an excited smile.

Soon, orders went to various countries and people.

Mahra Sultanate.

Receiving the encrypted letter from the Bharatiya Empire, Khalid ibn Umar Al-Mahri clenched his fist with fighting spirit.

"Prepare the army. In a month, we will set off on an expedition."

Qasimid State.

Al-Mutawakkil Isma'il, the Imam of Qasimid State, trembled with excitement when the order was given by the Bharatiya Empire. This was what he was waiting for—a chance to take back the holy sites that should belong to his people from the blasphemous who had blasphemed his faith.

"Get ready, my holy soldiers. The time has come for us to teach those blasphemers who have unlawfully occupied the holy sites a lesson."

"Khoda hame ja hast" God is everywhere

"Khoda hame ja hast" God is everywhere

"Khoda hame ja hast" God is everywhere

A few weeks later, Peter Alekseyevich Romanov received the encrypted letter from the Bharatiya Empire. Reading it, a smile appeared on his face. A few weeks later, the letter travelled from Far East Siberia to the Kremlin.

Alexis I, reading the intelligence, his eyes burned with ambition, "Finally, Constantinople will definitely be mine. The only successor of the Roman Empire, Tsarist Alexis I Mikhailovich Romanov, the Supreme Emperor."

Immediately, Alexis I set up appointments for the frontline, filling them with well-known noble rice bugs—who knew jack about battle. But, behind the scenes, he yanked back his top generals and put them to work, training a group of elite soldiers, ready to jump into action whenever he needed them.

From the Tsarist Russian Empire, the Republic of Venice soon received the letter. The Doge, reading the letter, clenched his fist in anticipation.

"Finally, the time has come. Now we just have to wait for the Ottomans to commit their resources wholeheartedly to the battlefront in the East and the South. As soon as enough resources are spent and enough casualties are seen, we can immediately take action and occupy Italy in one fell swoop."

"The top countries are busy in their war for the Americas. The Russian Empire is our ally. The Nordic countries are unlikely to participate right away. That leaves us with the only direct enemy, the Holy Roman Empire."

"But all the preparations throughout the years are not for nothing. Dealing with one single country shouldn't be too difficult for us, especially with the existence of Prussia-Brandenburg that is a dark horse."

"This might be the only opportunity for a unified Italy in this century. we have won over the nobles, we have controlled the economy, we have bought strategic locations, we have trained hidden soldiers, we have bombarded the peninsula with propaganda. The chance of our victory is very high. So, God help us. Republic of Venice, for victory!"

The members of the council immediately raised their hats in unison as they screamed for victory.