Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

October 6th, 1655

Gangadhar, who received the news about the successful operation of Sarvesh, was still taken aback. But he came back to his senses quickly and ordered, "Each and every ship in the port should be on the Sabarmati River now."

With the Mughal Navy being absolutely decimated, Gangadhar confidently ordered for all the ships to move inland. They did encounter trouble from various fortresses along the way, but this time it was the Dakshin Bharathiya Empire’s turn to play the game of who has a bigger scale and firepower.

They were absolutely decimated by hundreds of warships bombarding them at a time. The fortresses were built to resist the attack of only a group of warships, after all, not a full fleet of warships. The travel took only an hour until they reached the vicinity of Ahmedabad.

The defenses were stronger here but nothing too ridiculous. They quickly reached the area of Vishala, which had been secured, and swiftly docked on the west bank of the River Sabarmati and on the west bank of the Gyaspur village. If these areas were not secured, they would have to fight a longer battle and lose more ships and soldiers in order to secure the foothold.

With the foothold secured without much trouble thanks to Commander Sarvesh, the cannonballs immediately flew freely inside the city of Ahmedabad. The aim was, of course, at the taller buildings in the city, as these were without a doubt institutions and organizations of the Mughal Empire.

Absolute mayhem commenced in the city, with rubble and debris falling all over the streets. From the view of the people, fireballs of numerous amounts were falling towards the affluent areas of the city. Some of these fireballs exploded when they landed, while others split open and crashed into the buildings, absolutely turning the walls into powder.

Buildings began to fall down slowly, and the domino effect took place, where the nearest buildings fell on each other and took the other buildings with them. Although not intended, a lot of civilian lives were also lost in this battle. People began to panic and rush into the slums of the city as they noticed no cannonballs were hitting them. Fights ensued again in this tense atmosphere.

Nizamuddin, who was unconscious for a while, finally woke up and ordered the guards to turn back and counter-attack the Bharatiya navy. Unfortunately, as soon as the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire warships docked on the west bank of the river, a division of soldiers quickly disembarked from the warships.

Due to the way Ramayya Senapati and Narasimha Nayak commenced their attack, focusing on only one front, most of the city defence corps was focused on the right bank of the river. Taking this chance, Major General Dhruv Patel quickly launched a raid on the western bank. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Five hours later, With the help of Bharatiya External Pragya, the western bank, which was only guarded by spoiled second-generation rich kids from various merchant and affluent families, was not too hard to defeat. The fight was easy, and the area had been occupied. By the time this occupation was completed, the eastern bank had been fortified by the enemy.

But it was alright; the enemy was now fighting a battle on two fronts. And most of the resources actually came from the western bank. Also, without a doubt, the Ahmedabad Defence Corp was losing on both of the battlefronts.

The person in charge of intelligence, Barit, along with the other important ministers, felt that the situation was impossible to turn around. So, he used his channels and ran away from the city. Nizamuddin was still on the east bank, yelling like a crazed person, "How dare you filthy Hindu scum attack my city! I am superior to all of you!"

"How dare you do it, you bloody prostitute worshippers! All of you are worshipping prostitutes!"

He had lost his mind, and outrageous words were coming out of his mouth. His carefully maintained image slowly crumbled as the majority of guards, who were Hindus, heard that. They frowned, not liking it one bit.

They could withstand humiliation and contempt no matter how much was thrown at them, but now that their so-called lord said such outrageous remarks about their gods, they couldn’t stand still.

"I don’t care anymore. Kill me if you want. I will not fight anymore. I give up."

One guard after another started to drop their weapons. Within a few moments, nearly all of the guards had dropped their weapons. Those who did not drop were targeted by the gunners of the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire and successively taken out.

Everyone realized now that the Dakshin Bhartiya Empire had won, including the people who were previously their enemies. They had confused expressions on their faces as they did not know what would happen to them now.

Unfortunately, Nizamuddin was not aware of this truth. "Hey, why did you all drop your weapons? Did what I said make you angry? Hahaha! Fools, you are all fools. I deliberately made each and every one of my mistresses as your gods to sleep with them.

I abused them very happily, and even they enjoyed it. Are you angry? Really, look at your faces. So amusing. Also, let me tell you another funny thing: last year when the filthy scum men rioted, it was I who suggested to the goons to raid the slums and do whatever they want with your women. It is because of them that so many of you have been bred.

Anyway, it is a waste of space, and after this whole deal, when I said it was the work of the rival gang, you fools also believed it. Hahahaha! Look at your faces. What, feel like crying? Cry, hehe, cry. I will see it.

I will be more happy."

Nizamuddin’s face distorted into a sadistic expression as he put on an expression like he was savouring the very moment that he was describing.

The guards who heard these words couldn’t tolerate it anymore. Before the Bhartiya soldiers could act, the guards acted

"Hey, why are you coming closer? Hey, I am your lor—"

The words were cut off as he received a straight punch to his face, then he received a kick to his gut, and someone even stomped on his groin. The pain reached its peak. He had never felt this much pain in his life. He screamed, "Ahhhhh!"

The soldiers, noticing that the guy reacted, stomped the place continuously until it was eventually crushed. Blood flowed out of his garments. Someone ran back to the Somnath Mahadevi Temple located in Gyaspur and brought back the Trishool, which was in the hands of the goddess.

A woman was called. This woman, not fearing the blood, took a handful of turmeric and vermilion colour and rubbed it all over Nizamuddin’s head. Then, everyone together swung the Trishool at the guy’s head. *Pearse*

The neck was pierced immediately, and blood spilt out of the guy’s fat body. The spine was broken, and his head dropped unnaturally to his back. But the people were not satisfied. They were angry after knowing what this guy had done. They pulled back the Trishool and lodged it in again and again and again. They did it until the head was split off from the body.

Narasimha Nayak and Ramayya Senapati were just in time to witness this scene. They were confused as to what was happening because the people wearing the uniform of the Ahmedabad guard corps were brutally massacring their own master. What was happening? But after being informed of the full story, both Narasimha Nayak and Ramayya Senapati were angry and wanted to go and do it themselves.

However, Sarvesh, who witnessed this ordeal with a calm face, stopped them both. He had a bandage on his arm and replied, "Let them vent, or you will be the punching bag for that emotion," he warned.

With the head finally off, the region of Gujarat could be said to be almost in the pocket of the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire.