Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

Dakshin Bhartiya Empire, near the Gulf of Oman, Arabian Sea.

|| 1655 Vedic Calendar, three months and one week after the New Year ||

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

The three battleships that were at the rear end of the Ottoman defensive formation went up in flames after being hit by the canister shot. The canisters exploded as the gunpowder spread all over the deck of the ship, setting it ablaze.

" Ah, Ahhhhh "

People were writhing all over the floor as they caught on fire and could not put it out because of the chemical nature of the fire. When the grapeshot was fired, it split apart and filled the air, causing large-area damage to the battleship.

If it was fired at the beginning of the battle, despite the fact that a grape shot does not have the same range as a round shot, the fact that its power is split apart makes its penetrating power much less. However, now that the Ottoman battleships had taken all kinds of punishment from the 30-kilogram round shot, the hull had become less resistant to damage.

The projectiles shot by the grapeshot found gaps in various places of the hull and hit the people inside.

"Ahhh!"

As the chaos unfolded at the rear of the formation, it resembled hell itself, with sailors enduring various forms of punishment. On one side, there was fire raging, while on the other, countless small projectiles hurtled through the air at incredible speeds.

From the captain’s quarters located at the opposite end of the ship, facing toward the centre of the defensive formation, the captain witnessed the scene with disbelief and horror. Death and destruction unfolded before his eyes, leaving him shaken to the core.

As the captain grappled with the horrifying reality unfolding before him, he felt a desperate urge to flee. However, he quickly realized the futility of such an attempt. Deserting the ship would undoubtedly result in execution for his actions.

"Perhaps I could swim to shore," he contemplated, but the coastline of Oman was still several kilometres away, and he harboured no confidence in his ability to swim such a distance.

As he weighed his options, a horrifying sight unfolded before him, sending a surge of panic coursing through his veins and draining his face of blood as he turned deathly pale. Two projectiles arced through the air, their ominous trajectory catching his attention.

As they plummeted toward the ship, one metamorphosed into a chain-like object, violently colliding with the sail, while the other, resembling a rod, pierced deeply into a wooden pillar of the mast.

"Crack."

The mast groaned ominously as it began to tilt towards him. Frozen with fear, his body refused to respond to his commands, leaving him rooted to the spot as his legs gave way beneath him. Collapsing backwards, he scrambled to evacuate the room as panic surged through him.

"Boom."

With a deafening crash, the main mast toppled, crashing directly onto the captain’s cabin. The battleship shuddered violently under the impact, tilting to and fro like a pendulum. Amidst the rubble of his shattered quarters, the captain miraculously found himself alive, mere centimetres away from the crushing weight of the mast.

Splinter wounds covered his body, wooden shards embedded deeply into his skin.

"Hahaha."

Laughter welled up from within him as the realization of his survival washed over him. in that moment, the outcome of the battle seemed inconsequential compared to the sheer relief of being alive. "What does it matter?" he mused. "I’ll surrender if I have to."

" Creak "

The captain’s brief moment of relief was abruptly shattered as the unstable main mast, teetering on the edge of the deck, began to shift ominously towards the sea.

"Rip!"

Entangled with its soaked sails, the mast plunged into the water, its weight pulling it swiftly downward. In a sudden, violent motion, it disappeared beneath the waves, swallowed by the ocean’s depths.

Before the captain could react, a rope attached to the sail snaked out and ensnared him around the waist. With a startled cry, he was yanked mercilessly toward the churning sea.

"Ah!"

On the way down, his body collided with the railing, the speed too great for him to withstand. His waist became entangled in the rope, and his head and abdomen hit the railing with such force that his head and lower body were ripped apart from his body.

*GUSH*

The head and legs fell on the deck with a "Splat," the eyes wide open in disbelief, witnessing its own severed legs. Blood flowed out of the severed neck as the eyes closed permanently.

As the mast fell into the water, the battleship trembled violently, causing water to leak in due to the sudden movement.

Meanwhile, on the Bhartiya Empire fleet, the sailors rejoiced in the result. With two masts brought down, the ships at the rear of the formation had slowed down considerably. This presented an opportunity for His Excellency the Admiral to take advantage of as it provided an opening.

Only 100 meters away from the battleship.

"Come on!" Sarvesh yelled, his wish about to come true.

"80."

"60."

"40."

"Contact."

Finally, contact was made with the battleship. As Sarvesh’s own battleship was also large, the height difference was not too significant, allowing him to climb up on his own.

"KILLLLLL!" He yelled with a wild expression, tongue out, truly excited at that moment. He let himself hunt freely, gripping his sword tightly as he ran forward at full speed and slashed firmly towards the head of an Ottoman sailor. *Slice!* The sailor was diagonally sliced, half of his brain spilling out of his skull as blood began to pour out like a fountain. It was a move of the Grim Reaper.

"Ahhhh!"

The sailors of the Dakshin Bhartiya Empire were no slower than Sarvesh as they quickly used the Dutch battleship to climb onto the Ottoman fleet’s battleships, resulting in a massacre.

Sarvesh did not stop as he went after one target after another,

*Kill, kill, kill, kill.*

That was the only thought running through Sarvesh’s head as he quickly ran forward, slicing a man’s throat and then ducking to dodge an enemy’s sword. At that very instance, he plunged his sword into the abdomen of another man, dragging it downward, cutting through everything in between. The innards poured out as the intestines fell out, bringing along the pancreas.

Sarvesh winced at the foul urine smell on his blade but paid it no mind as he swiftly moved forward to engage another enemy.

This time, the enemy managed to attack his hand, causing him to drop his sword. Sarvesh knew the situation was dire, so he quickly pulled out a knife and engaged in close-quarters combat. He used the knife to stab wherever he could reach, moving around the enemy’s body and inflicting wounds everywhere.

Finally, he thrust the knife into his enemy’s eyes with both hands, swirling it around in the brain until the cause of death could be written as: death due to the brain being pulverized into a meat paste.

Sarvesh quickly got up, retrieved his sword, and sliced across a nearby assailant. Suddenly, four more enemies rushed towards him. Sarvesh jumped up, executing a flip to dodge a strike mid-air. As he came down, with precision, he lodged his sword into an unsuspecting enemy’s head, causing the enemy to drop dead instantly. However, his sword got stuck in the skull because of this.

Without missing a beat, Sarvesh picked up the enemy’s sword and slid along the ground, slicing through the next assailant in the thigh, which made the man fall next to Sarvesh. Sarvesh took his sword and cleanly chopped off his enemy’s head. He got up, picking up another sword, ready to take on the two remaining enemies.

Sarvesh was now dual-wielding, slightly out of breath. Seeing the blood-drenched scene, his enemies panicked and took a step back in fear. Sarvesh seized this opportunity and sprang into action, wielding both his swords in a cross-cut angle. Before the enemy could react, he swung his arms swiftly to the sides like he was Shahrukh Khan, and with one swift motion, their heads rolled on the ground.

The enemies were cleared on the battleship. Looking back, the floor was painted red, and the Bhartiya sailors were all drenched in blood, similar to him. Piles of corpses lay around everywhere on the deck.

Sarvesh was very satisfied with the scene. "Very good, everyone has done a bloody marvellous job. But this is not over yet. There are two more battleships for us to conquer." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The soldiers picked up their weapons once again as they witnessed this man, his body drenched in blood, exuding an intense desire to butcher all his enemies. His aura was infectious, stirring up their bodies once more, causing them to grind their teeth in anticipation, preparing themselves for the next battle.

"Take no prisoners."

He yelled as he ran across the fallen mast beam of the ship, that was cut down. After reaching the end of the beam, Sarvesh put all his might and leapt into the air, soaring like an eagle. Spotting two enemies at the place where he was about to land, he swung his sword right at their throats, starting another massacre.

His companions did not jump like him but they arranged a makeshift bridge which they crossed.

The sloops, which were in the back of the Bhartiya fleet, suddenly split apart as they engulfed the three ships at the back of the defensive formation. People climbed in from whatever gap they found and started an extermination operation.

Admiral Gangadhar’s plan worked as there was no firepower in the close quarters of any battleship of the Ottoman fleet. The soldiers on the Ottoman fleet could not resist the human tide of the Bhartiya Empire. Some of them did not even use weapons, as they were punched to death by a gang of 4 to 5 people.

At the Gangadhar’s fleet

Seeing that an opening had been made, Gangadhar followed the same strategy he had instructed Sarvesh to implement. His battleship spearheaded the charge, with the sloops acting as shields, resisting the attacks for the sloops. Gangadhar rushed into the opening made by Sarvesh.

His battleship took a lot of damage as it was in direct range of five battleships, but unfortunately for the Ottomans, he had more numbers. The sloops poured into the formation as they started firing at close range.

"Give it everything you’ve got! Unload every kilogram of artillery, leave nothing unused!" The captains of the sloops shouted orders as 90 sloops overwhelmed the defensive formation of the Ottomans from the inside.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The frigates, too, were fully engaged in the battle. They skillfully manoeuvred to prevent the Ottoman fleet from adjusting the position of their cannons, which continued to rain down fire upon them as they executed their sail-bys.

At the heart of the formation, Akhtar Noman was grappling with deep regret over his decisions. With a shortage of crew members, he had assigned all available personnel to operate the cannons, leaving none to manage the swivel guns. Initially, there hadn’t even been enough crew to handle the cannons, but with the reduction of 5 cannons per battleship, that shortfall had been somewhat mitigated.

However, he now regretted even that decision.

Looking around, Akhtar saw dozens of sloops of the Bharatiya Empire wreaking havoc within the defensive formation. Six battleships had already been compromised, and he didn’t know what to do.

Gangadhar didn’t give the Ottomans a chance to recover as he kept up the pressure, the firing continued until all the battleships were destroyed, slowly sinking into the Arabian Sea.

Even in his last moments, Akhtar held onto the property deed he was so obsessed with.

It was the victory of the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire Navy, as the threat of the Ottoman Empire had been wiped out near the Gulf of Oman.

P.S. Exams Tomorrow, By the time you read this I will have completed the exam.

P.S. For the Privilege readers sorry in advance if there is no chapter tomorrow.