Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

Ezidi Serwan was quite rebellious and had not been an easy child to deal with.

But everything changed after the night of the massacre. He got to know how all of his kind had been almost wiped out, along with their last town, Erbil, brutally conquered. He even got the news of his mother being insulted in front of a crowd and, unfortunately, banging her head to end it all. After receiving all this news, something snapped in him, and he grew up into a man almost overnight.

Ever since then, Serwan has been working his hardest every second of the day to see the demise of his enemies. Although he seethed with rage and lusted for revenge, he held back the flame in his heart that threatened to devour him whole for the survival of their people, the people who take the Sun as the most divine form of light but could only flicker like an amber that is about to disappear. At least for them, he reigned in his flaming heart and made it an engine that would keep his people alive.

Serwan was surprised when Barzan broke into the manor with such an excited expression on his face. Then, he remembered the surprising turn of events that had been happening within this area of the empire for the last six months or so.

"What happened, Barzan? Didn't you go to spy on the battle situation in Baghdad? Did you get any results?" he asked. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes betrayed him by showing a hint of expectation. "Is it good news? Did those filthy Kurds lose? Is there any reaction from the Zangana family?"

Barzan smiled ear to ear. "Haha, Chief, you don't know! All those filthy Traitorous Kurds and dogs of the Zanghana family were butchered and massacred in the Fort of Baghdad."

He was shaking with excitement. "Their blood and flesh flooded the Tigris, becoming food for the fish."

"After the bombardment from the cannons ended, there wasn't even a piece of flesh left of the Kurds."

"Hahaha, you had to see it, chief, it was so beautiful!" His eyes were intoxicated. "It was almost as beautiful as the Holy Day's sunrise."

If anyone else had to hear this description, they would frown, thinking, 'These are not the words that should come out of the mouth of a young man,' but this was how Yazidis were. Even though they were once peaceful and simple people, after centuries of persecution and life-and-death threats, the whole mentality of the Yazidis had turned into "kill or be killed."

It is this mentality that kept them alive, the imperative of not letting their civilization die out and not going down without a fight made them hard to mess with. This is true even in the 21st century.

Ezidi Serwan was very pleased to hear about this news. He felt a comfortable feeling all over his body, which was almost as good as—no, definitely better than—the first time he had sex.

"Bhhahahah!" Unable to rein in his emotions anymore, he burst into a fit of laughter.

The people who had come into the manor soon burst into laughter as well.

"Hahahah!"

Loud applause and claps sounded within the manor. If anyone were to hear it, they would think that it was some sort of a happy occasion.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But unfortunately, it was anything but that.

Some people began to spontaneously tear up, while others started to clench their fists in frustration and annoyance, because, along with being happy for the brutal death of their enemy, they were sad that they did not even have the ability to do it themselves and had to rely on the Zoroastrians to do it for them. They lamented the fate of the once glorious Yazidis. And more importantly, even though they were happy with the death of their enemies, they still remembered that their own family would never come back.

"They deserve it," Tawfan said as he silently wiped his tear.

Soon, sounds of sobbing and wailing were heard, but Ezidi Serwan didn't stop them; he knew that they needed an opportunity to vent.

It took a while for everyone to calm down, after which Ezidi Serwan, who had recovered his emotionless expression, asked, "As the chief intelligence head of our tribe, you did a good job." He praised.

"Thank you for your kind words, chief," Barzan bowed as he recovered his emotions as well.

Then he suddenly added, "Chief, along with the news of the destruction of the Baghdad fort, I also have another important piece of news."

Serwan was taken aback, but he did not immediately delve into the matter. He simply stared at the people surrounding them.

The people who had come to the chief manor out of curiosity immediately knew that they had to leave. So, without wasting any time, everyone spontaneously left, including the guards, who made sure to lock the manor door and step a few feet away from the manor so that they would not have to hear anything they should not.

Serwan was satisfied. "So, tell me, what is it?"

Barzan explained with a conflicted expression on his face, "Chief, I don't know how, but someone from the Bharatiya Empire managed to find my hidden location and left a letter for me."

Serwan still looked emotionless, but you could see in his eyes a bloodthirsty glint. "Do you think there is a traitor in our team?"

Barzan shook his head. "I am not sure, chief, but if it can help, I am fairly positive that no one in our team has betrayed us, since the language of the letter was in Kurdish and not in our Yazidi (Ancient Kurdish, without Islamic terms and with Yazidi religious terms). More importantly, the letter did not contain any threats or demands from the Bharatiyas. As a matter of fact, even the location of our tribe was not mentioned in it."

"Instead, the letter respectfully requested to meet whoever is in charge of our tribe."

Serwan fell into deep thought. "Well, it is worth trying to contact the Bharatiya Empire since they were indeed responsible for the sudden rise of the Zoroastrians, and more importantly, they seem to have enmity with the Islamic rulers."

"Anyone who is the enemy of Islam is our friend, so it should be all right to contact them."

He stroked his stubble for a little while. "Well, arrange the meeting, but it will be according to our location, with a limited number of people and without any weaponry."

Barzan nodded his head. "I will arrange it, chief. I will take my leave now," he said as he left.

A few minutes after Barzan had left the manor, the sound of Serwan was heard within the manor.

"Grandpa, arrange for our people to migrate to the safe location if anything were to go wrong."

"And make sure that no one, including the intelligence unit, knows of this news."

Soon, a hesitant old voice inquired with a doubtful tone,

"But Young Master, is it necessary? Little Barzan is absolutely trustworthy; both of you grew up together, after all. He would never betray our people."

Serwan nodded his head. "I know this, grandpa, but our people cannot withstand even a single breeze, not to mention the storm of the Bharatiya Empire. I cannot take this chance, so just do as I say." In the end, his words felt a little depressing.

*Sigh!*

Looking at that lonely back, which looked tiny yet strong enough to bear the weight of a mountain, the old man couldn't help but feel sorry for his young master, who had to bear such a heavy weight from his childhood.

"I will get it done, young master. Please don't worry."

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Soon, Barzan contacted the Bharatiya Empire according to the instructions stated in the letter. The intelligence agent of the Bharatiya Empire quickly passed the news to the handler, according to the protocols. The handler quickly sent an encrypted communication to the special task force located in Chabahar Port Makran.

Harpreet Singh Gill, the deputy director of Bharatiya External Pragya and the director of intelligence for the Safavid branch, who had been inspecting the progress of the war and planning various strategies and moves to gain an advantage in the civil war of the Safavid Empire, was immediately surprised when he received an encrypted communication letter from one of his handlers in the Province of the Zangana family, in the region of Kurdistan.

Moving into a secure location and decrypting the message, Harpreet Singh was greatly surprised and, more importantly, very happy.

He quickly used the secure Arkha Dristhi Communication Channel, which was only used for military purposes, to send a dual-encrypted message to the director of Bharatiya External Pragya, Roshan.

Roshan was very happy that the plan had worked and quickly forwarded the message to His Majesty the Emperor since it was with his suggestion that the contact was made.

Vijay, who had gotten the news within only 42 hours of their response, immediately smiled. He quickly informed them of the conditions for negotiation.

After sending the encrypted message to Harpreet Singh, Vijay fell silent in his office, falling into deep thought. *'Things are getting interesting.'*