Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

"Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!

It was almost August, and the bloodbath in the Balkans continued. The cannons were fired from both sides, and a symphony of death and despair ensued, where the humans who were hit by the harbingers of death were ripped apart like Paneer and Peda. On every street of Transylvania, blood, body parts, brain fragments, bones, and plasma could be seen, with no one to even clean it up, even if there was, would it matter, heh, wasn't it only more death tomorrow, wouldn't the streets get more messy?

Outside, almost a river of blood had formed in the battlefield of Transylvania, body parts and dead bodies were laid in piles, laid bare for everyone to witness. Living with death had become the life of the people of Fortress Transylvania, a life of drowning in despair and misery. For the people who had experienced so much, their current streets were already clean enough; they were living in Satan's hell anyway, so why bother even putting up appearances?

Unfortunately, their pain and torment had not ended, they could not simply imagine there being a light at the end of the tunnel, if there was altered loyalties at the beginning of the battle, now after nearly two years since the battle started, all the loyalties and consideration of the normal people had completely disappeared, every day the life was numb, so much so that they became walking corpses, corpses that even the birds in the sky did not fear, they simply swooped in and enjoyed the meal, not caring about the walking dead beside them.

However, even in this pit of despair, there are a few who grasp the edge of life and death, these are the young people of Transylvania, small boys and girls less than 15 years of age, they have seen the world less, but they have experienced something no adult would have experienced, but they have not lost hope, they still cling on to their beliefs for a better future, a future where every bite they eat would not have to be fought for, where their clothes do not rub off the blood in the streets, where the ground is not red and the sky is not so dark, a place where they can simply live, hoping that there would be light on the other side of the tunnel.

Dorian is one of those boys, he believes that the suffering will end after the war in Transylvania ends, for him it doesn't matter if the Ottoman Empire wins or loses, the only thing that mattered to him was that after the war ends, he could take away his young sister and run to some far away country to live happily, he did not know if such a country existed, he did not know if he really could leave Transylvania after the war, but it is this hope and belief that kept him going.

A few months ago, when he did not know what to do when his sister had gone unconscious from hunger, he came across a job which apparently a lot of people like him were doing, and that was to act as intelligence agent, so with nothing to lose, he took the same path as well, he worked with a lot of intelligence handlers, he did not know who they were or even who they worked for, but for him it doesn't matter, they paid him well, at least enough to provide for himself and his sister.

Currently, he was on one of the missions, it was a tough one, and he was asked if he could get some useful intelligence from within the Ottoman barracks. Most of people didn't take tasks like this, tasks that were directly linked to the military, but he was desperate enough and confident enough to take the task, besides, it was not the first time he did a similar task in the first place, as he was the one who discovered the Ottomans secretly digging a tunnel under the city into the flank of the Russians.

He sold the news to the handler, and it looked like the handler sold the information to the Russians, because apparently, they used the intelligence to lay a trap for the Ottomans, causing a huge loss in the battle. When it happened, Dorian felt complicated, because if the Ottomans succeeded, then the Russians wouldn't attack the city for a long time, but if he did not sell the information, he would not be able to bring his sister anything to eat.

He almost had a mental breakdown when it happened, fortunately, since he started to listen to the elderly neighbours preaching about Jesus Christ, he gained more stability and realised that he could only do whatever he had to do to survive today, for what happens after that is not under his consideration.

"Thud!!"

It was the fifth bucket of waste he had thrown into the carriage. He was sweating, but he continued. he was currently in the barracks taking out all the waste, but he also knew his actual job, so his ears were always sharp, catching all the details in his surroundings. Even though he did not raise his head to look around so as to not be seen as suspicious, his keen senses had already made him realise that he was right next to the training grounds.

He tried hard to listen to any conversations, but unfortunately, all the conversations he heard were about useless information. He did hear about the Ottoman soldiers talking about some sort of secret weapon prepared by the empire, but Dorian did not buy it, it was not the first time he was listening to this sort of news.

On average, he would hear about the rumoured secret weapon of the Ottomans several times every week, he already realised that this news was released to simply keep the hopes of the Ottoman soldiers up, and the soldiers, just like the people in the city, were already numb and lifeless enough to believe whatever news their superiors gave them, as if it was the final thread holding on to them, they who were already hanging on the cliff.

'Tsk!' Dorian clicked his tongue, disappointed he got no useful information so far, his work was about to be completed. He could slow down his work to wait a little longer, but he knew when to let go, so he decisively started to speed up his pace, ready to get out of the barracks anytime.

However, just when he was about to leave, he heard some interesting sounds, it was the sounds of soldiers pressing the triggers and shooting at the target. What was interesting for him was that sometimes the explosion wouldn't come after pressing the trigger, instead, a sound like a poof would be heard.

Dorian did not realise it since he did not pay attention to it, but now that the anomaly caught his attention, he began to think back. Since the time he came into the barracks, this happened a lot of times.

Lifting up the hand drawn carriage, he was walking out of the barracks, his head down, looking as humble and lowly as possible, but in his mind, he was secretly counting out how many times the trigger was pulled, how many times the explosion occurred, and he was surprised to discover that almost three times out of ten the explosion did not occur. He did not know why this was, but he felt like this was big news.

Dorian went back, discarded the carriage, dove into the lake, thank God there was a small lake within the city, and quickly went home. His sister greeted him with a smile, he hugged her dearly and went to his room, he quickly wore his clothes and slipped out of the house, unknowingly in the dark. Reaching a dark alleyway, Dorian met up with a few intelligence dealers and sold all the intelligence he knew, and that included the matter about the soldiers talking about the new secret weapon of the Ottoman Empire. Although money was not much, it was still enough to buy some wine.

Most of the intelligence handlers did not think his news about the firing rate was worth anything, so they only purchased the intelligence to keep getting further intelligence reports in the future. But there was one intelligence handler that bought the news for a high price. He was very happy with what he earned. 'Looks like I can finally pay off the recruiter to not recruit me into the army,' he mused as he turned back to go home, but on his way back, the words the man said kept lingering in his mind.

"If you can exclusively provide me the intelligence, I will show you the way out of this hell."

Dorian didn't know whether what the man said was true or not, but since the man didn't pry into his details and even gave him a message to contact him in the future, he simply put the matter in the back of his mind and moved on.

What Dorian did not know was the person he sold the news to was an intelligence handler from the Bharatiya Empire, and as soon as the handler got the news, he immediately sent it to the intelligence headquarters of Bharatiya External Pragya European Branch, now located in Baku.

The news was a little slow to travel, but still, by the end of the month, Roshan, who was acting as an intelligence bridge between the Bharatiya Empire and the Balkan battlefield, immediately received the news. Reading the news, he was very excited.

Without hesitation, he made an immediate decision.

"Contact whoever owns an iron and steel company in Lalishtan, I want them to produce large quantities of bullets for me."

After passing the order to his subordinates, Roshan immediately wrote a letter and explained his idea. He could wait for His Majesty to make a decision, but he felt like it would be too late. He could have even told his idea to the Russians and had them produce the sabotaged bullets and flood them into the Ottoman Empire, but he did not trust the Russians, so he decided to take matters under his own control.

By the time he sent the letter, a person from Lalishtan stood before him. He was called Khaleel. He looked worried.

Roshan did not pay any heed to his difficulties and directly asked, "Can you do it? I want you to tilt all the iron resources in your factory into the production of bullets?"

Khaleel looked troubled, "It is a little difficult, sir, the entire capacity of my factory is occupied with providing iron and steel for the kingdom's infrastructure project."

"You don't have to worry about this, I have already written a letter to His Highness, this should be cleared in a few hours."

"Uh, in that case, it is all right, but sir, our technology is not perfect, we cannot be consistent in the size of the bullet."

'That is what I want,' Roshan added in his heart.

"It is all right, these bullets are for training purposes."

"But sir, there is a chance that the bullets we make will be brittle since we still do not have a lot of knowledge in metallurgy."

'That's even better,' he thought, but outwardly he replied, "It doesn't matter, I can accept the bullets even if they are a little brittle, as long as the price is cheap."

Khaleel was still not convinced of the reason. He felt the whole situation was suspicious, but since such a big figure from the Bharatiya Empire was placing the order, and since he mentioned that he would get permission from His Highness, he felt a little relieved.

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That evening, Ezidi Serwan was surprised when he received a letter from Roshan. When he placed the letter in front of his aides, they began to discuss not whether to agree to the request of the Bharatiya Spymaster, since that was not even a debate to begin with, but it was about what the real objectives of the Bharatiya Empire were.

In the end, Ezidi Serwan stopped everyone from talking and gave an ultimatum, "It doesn't matter what the Bharatiya Empire is up to, these are things we should not concern ourselves with. But what we can be certain of is that the Ottomans are about to have a bad time. But putting that aside, is there any way for us to take advantage of the orders from the Bharatiya Empire to increase our experience in military production?"

"The bullets that will be produced in our nation are definitely not qualified to be used in actual combat, nearly all of them will be failures, but can we use this unqualified bullet production to figure out all the reasons why the bullets fail and develop our own qualified bullet?"

"Let's discuss this."

His aides realised what he was talking about, and everyone started to fill in their ideas. In the end, they all decided to send the best blacksmiths and craftsmen they had in their kingdom to Khaleel's factory and have them personally manufacture all the bullets and figure out why the bullets were coming out unqualified.