Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

Chapter 321: Battle of Makran End Part (2/2)

November 24th, 1655

The city of Makran, Southeastern part of the Safavid Empire, on the Gulf of Oman.

04:30 AM

Sarvesh tracked the 10 or 20 members who were smart enough to flee from the scene and chased them until they eventually succumbed to his hunt. What Sarvesh was doing now was the same thing his unit of the Marines were doing: they were chasing the scattered soldiers Ahmed Khan had ordered and hunted them down.

While the fight was difficult and had to be improvised with Ahmed Khan’s troops, the fight went according to plan for the other four groups.

After successfully kiting the different noble families and their troops, they were immediately blasted apart by fragile grenades.

Although the frag grenade could not fully destroy all these troops, it was successful in scattering them. After which it was back to guerrilla warfare, and the Marines had again found themselves in the same scenario they had with the Mengel Tribe Warriors.

This fight continued for a few hours with occasional gunfire, as casualties from both sides mounted up. Though, the casualties of the Safavid troops were particularly high, while the casualties of the Marines were not too bad.

06:00 AM

The first light of the day hit the city of Makran, a city which had gone through so much in a single night.

Sarvesh regrouped after completely obliterating the Safavid troops, and to his dismay, out of the 3200 marines he had brought with him, nearly 625 had died in the battle, and a hundred people were not battle-ready due to various injuries, leaving Sarvesh with only around 2000 combat-ready marines.

Realizing that he still had the Mengel tribe to battle, he felt like it was a hard task to do.

He and his troops gathered at the outskirts of the city, resting for a while and preparing for the eventual battle that was to come. Most of the troops had red eyes as they had fought the whole night before. They had weary expressions and were nowhere near as combat-effective as they were at the beginning of the battle.

The tribal troops of the Mengel tribe, confirming that the battle between the intruders and the Safavid nobles had ended, were taken aback to find out that it was actually the intruding force that had won.

Mir Aamir Khan Mengel, following his father’s orders to wipe out the intruding force after their battle with the nobles, took command of the Mengel Warriors in the tribe and immediately marched towards the outskirts of the city.

Sarvesh, seeing the large army of not less than 10,000 people approaching steadily, had a serious expression on his face. But at the same time, his heart was beginning to pump loudly. He was getting excited, and his tired body was beginning to heat up.

He unsheathed his talwar and readied a musket, prepared to use it at any moment. But unfortunately, Sarvesh would be let down.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

Loud sounds of artillery firing could be heard in the southwestern part of the city, where Chabahar Bay is located. Right now, Gautam and his fleet of 80 sloops and 28 frigates had already rushed inside the bay, spamming artillery at all the fortifications along the coastal wall.

They faced no counterfire, as the cannons on top of these coastal walls did not have enough range to hit the Bharatiya fleet.

Gautam had no hindrance in entering Chabahar Bay, as it is a natural deep-water port with a depth of 16 meters. For context, a bulk carrier only needs a depth of 15 to 17 meters, a tanker 14 to 16 meters, and an aircraft carrier 11 to 15 meters of depth in order to easily dock their ships. As for the gross tonnage of all these three types of vessels, it could be considered at 100,000 tonnes.

Since Chabahar Bay could withstand the weight of modern warships, it posed no problem for the warships of the Bharatiya Empire, which weighed only 100 or 500 tonnes.

As soon as the bombardment resulted in opening up a gap in the coastal wall, the regular army numbering 5000 immediately rushed through the opening.

With most of the tribal warriors led by Aamir Khan Mengal to the northeast of the city, there were not enough defenders in the southwest. It was a clean sweep as those who did not drop their weapons fast enough were directly eliminated, while those who did were tied up and had their limbs dislocated.

Sardar Malik Khan, who had figured out who had attacked them, was confused as to why this distant South Indian Empire would attack them. Nevertheless, he had run out of options, so he readily gave up and ordered all his troops to drop their weapons.

This order passed throughout the city with the help of civilian channels and finally reached Aamir Khan Mengal. When he got this order, Aamir Khan was in disbelief. But upon hearing the bombardment of the cannons, he concluded that some large force had attacked their city, and it seemed that his father had concluded that there was no way to defend the city.

With a sigh of disappointment and unwillingness, Aamir Khan dropped his weapon, and the scene repeated with all his troops.

Sarvesh, who saw this scene, felt like all his pent-up energy had nowhere to go. At first, he was getting ready for a hearty battle, but the enemy forces actually split up into different groups, willingly becoming prey to his marines. Now, he thought that at least he would get a hearty battle, although death would be confirmed, a hearty battle nonetheless, but now even that was taken away from him.

With anger raging in his mind, Sarvesh sheathed his talwars back into their scabbards and quickly approached the Mengal warriors.

Aamir Khan, watching the big man coming closer and closer, did not know what to expect. Was he going to arrest him? That made sense, he thought, since they had lost the battle. So, he wanted to say some cool words like ’You win this time’ or something like that, but what Sarvesh did next was completely unexpected.

*Bham!*

It was a straight sucker punch to his beautiful face. "Ah! Why did you hit me?" Aamir Khan asked with a pained expression, not understanding what he had done wrong. Had he slept with this man’s wife or something?

But what Sarvesh said next made him lose his mind. He didn’t understand what the man in front of him thought.

"Bastard! Why did you give up? Why didn’t you fight us?"

Aamir Khan "Eh?"

"What Eh? you sissy-looking bitch, I was so prepared!"

The Marines "..."

Mengal Troops "..."

Everyone who was watching this was left speechless as the big man continued to beat up the poor young master, and the poor young master continued to plead for the big man to let him go. But the more this happened, the more the big man got angry, and he continued to beat him up.

"Please, let me go."

*Bham!*

"No, you should have fought me."

"Allah will bless you, " *Bham!* " P-please let me go."

"I don’t believe in Allah, so I don’t need his blessing, but you should have fought."

*Bham!*

"At least leave my face alone, big brother."

The Marines, powerless to stop their commander, went over to collect all the weapons of the Mengal tribe warriors. At the same time, they comforted them, assuring them that their young master would not be beaten to death, though there was a hint of doubt which made the Mengal troops uneasy.

Thus, the battle of Makran ended in only a few days with the screams of a young master.

November 24th, 1655

The Port Cities of Ormara and Gwadar, Southern Baluchistan Region, Arabian Sea

While the city of Makran had been captured in just a span of two days, the port cities of Ormara and Gwadar had been completely transformed into full-scale military bases for the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire’s military.

The blockades on the main roads leading to these cities were forcefully broken apart by the military without much hindrance.

Additionally, field hospitals have been set up in both port cities to provide medical services to the injured troops as soon as possible. To run these hospitals, two chief medical officers from the empire, who were previously part of the Ministry of Health, were employed after they showed their willingness to serve.

Their names were Vishwa Swaroop and Madhava Velan, both professionals in their fields. Along with the regional hospitals, medical supplies were procured from the newly opened health bank.

The latest Bharatiya Scorpion Grenade Launcher had also been manufactured and shipped at the fastest speed to provide artillery support to the troops.

Both Narasimha Nayak and Ramayya Senapati are currently making final checks before embarking on their expedition inland.

P.S. Sorry for making it so long, it’s just that I had a lot of fun writing this long arc. However, it seems like the readers who actually enjoy this lengthy war arc are only a minority. So, if you are one of those, I am very sorry. I will step up the pace and try to complete the Mughal arc within... well, I won’t tell the number of chapters since it never goes as planned.

But yes, I will try my best to end the Mughal arc as soon as possible. The only thing I can promise everyone is that this arc will not go past 350 chapters ? (IDK) Thanks for reading so far.