Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

A couple of days had passed, and all the kings and rulers of Southeast Asian nations eventually arrived at the city of Kuala Lumpur.

A knock was heard in Vijay's room, and he asked the person to come in. It was his secretary on the trip. Vijay was informed about the arrival of all his invited guests.

Vijay paused for a while, joined his hands in contemplation, and shortly after, looking at the secretary, he ordered, "Invite them all, let's start the meeting." He put aside the report he was holding and flipped through another report that contained research on the relationship and the delicate balance of power between several Southeast Asian nations, which kept them in relative equilibrium.

The important naval officers who were tasked with welcoming the guests and showing them the way were immediately informed of Vijay's orders. The kings who received the schedule for the meeting nodded one by one.

In the meantime, somewhere in the dense jungles of South Sumatra over a thousand kilometres away,

Sarvesh and his army finally came out of the dense forest. The soldiers were all covered with mud and grass, and the swords being used to cut open a path had begun to rust. Fortunately, it was only their secondary sword, not their main one.

Sarvesh was a little out of breath, but he wasn't too tired. He had the option of staying back on the battleship and commanding the final battle, but he was not a person who liked to stay back and see others fight for him. This was how he was back then, and this was how he was now. Moreover, he had complete confidence in Dinesh Reddy and Lingesh, the two commanders who would be leading the other two conquests on the Kingdom of Reede and Verschuer. In a sense, he and Dinesh, as well as Lingesh, could be considered colleagues, as he used to be the commander of the Marines, and they used to be the commanders of the Bharatiya commandos. It's just that he got more opportunities to showcase his skills, while they got much fewer opportunities.

In fact, while His Majesty discussed the general plan before leaving the mainland, he proposed Yogendra Singh to take charge of the ground forces, but it was actually him who suggested letting Dinesh and Lingesh command instead of Yogendra Singh. Fortunately, with a little thought, Vijay understood his intention and agreed to his suggestion.

Out of nowhere, the rain started pouring in, but Sarvesh's soldiers were not surprised by it since they had gotten used to it during their travel. For the most part, the rain did not hinder them too much, but it made keeping the body healthy more difficult. Hundreds of soldiers caught colds, some became sick, and even an unlucky fellow ended up dying because of some complications the cold created. In the end, with all things considered, the rain did not have as much effect as everyone thought, especially since each soldier was given a professional first aid kit that contained emergency meds like penicillin, morphine, and some concoctions used for fevers, colds, or rashes.

Sarvesh could feel his clothes becoming stuffy by the second. He frowned and looked around at the area. 'Too flat. It's too easy to be discovered. Not an ideal location.' He came up with a verdict immediately. He turned back and loudly ordered, "Fall back 100 meters. Build a campsite there, rest well, and refuel. We attack at 0600 tomorrow morning."

The logistics staff of the army and the special forces immediately got to work. The Bharatiya Rangers, who were very familiar with jungle terrain, also helped out, quickening the pace. Within half an hour, the temporary residency for all the soldiers had been built.

Meanwhile, a few hundred kilometres away,

A group of more than 10,000 soldiers had occupied a remote village in the vicinity of Jakarta.

In a luxurious house, a Dutch white man was struggling desperately under the feet of a brown man, who had no emotion on his face.

"I am sorry, Sir. That is everything I know. The detailed information about security arrangements in the kingdom is not disclosed to people like me. Please, you have to believe me. At least let my wife live," he begged, his tears and snot mixed together.

Dinesh Reddy kicked the Dutch patrol guard in the stomach and put away the gun. He still had some use for him.

Muffled screams were constantly being heard throughout the village.

A Dutch man dressed in Reede Kingdom's uniform gritted his teeth and tried to fight back as he was being dragged by his neck with his mouth tightly closed. But when he tried to resist, the only answer he got was his neck being twisted off.

"Ah!"

Nearly half a dozen women within the house were all crying, not because they were sad but with tears of happiness.

Scenes like this were going on throughout the rich area of the village. Well, "area" is a stretch since it's only a couple of houses huddled together in a micro-elite community.

Some Dutch begged for mercy, while the others resisted, but no matter what they did, the final destination of everyone was to die as silently as possible. Dinesh Reddy could not have these filthy scum informing the Reede Kingdom beforehand, ruining his plan, especially since the Reede Kingdom had already preliminarily established a sound communication channel for the military. Dinesh had firsthand experience of what intelligence does to a nation's army—it was like adding a 4K vision to a rhinoceros.

Dinesh got back into the mansion and tapped the embarrassed white man lightly. "Listen, here's what you are going to do. You will send out the signal that everything is all right in this village, and you will go to the nearby town with a regional military HQ and create an opening."

The next morning, the Dutch soldier who had unwillingly agreed to cooperate hesitantly entered the nearby town, where the local headquarters for military operations in the surrounding villages was located. He knew the terrain very well, so it wasn't very hard to distract a few soldiers away, giving the special forces of the Bharatiya Empire a chance to compromise the defences of the town before the enemy even became alert.

Before the Dutch guards who were guarding the town could understand what was happening, a team composed of 800 top elites of the Bharatiya Empire, whose members were picked from all three special forces, acted together and, within moments, dismantled and compromised the security of the town and had it under control.

The Rangers acted as pathmakers and intelligence gatherers, the Marines acted as brute force machines, forcing their way through the defences and exposing as many vulnerabilities as possible, and finally, the Bharatiya commandos acted as precision machinery, like a scalpel in the hands of a surgeon, and took advantage of the vulnerabilities, continuously shattering Dutch defences.

It was in this battle that Dinesh Reddy suddenly got an idea for a force, which he named Bharatiya Seals, that would completely specialize in direct action raids on land and water.

For the next few hours, Dinesh Reddy gathered all the updated intel about the defences of the Reede Kingdom and identified the areas of vulnerability.

The analysts in his think tank thoroughly analyzed the new data and came up with the most optimal plan of action.

Dinesh Reddy, reading the plans, looked up at his soldiers and ordered, "Rest for 30 minutes. Logistics restock the supplies. We will be penetrating the Reede Kingdom within the next hour. The compromise of this town cannot be kept for long. They are already searching for us throughout this southern region since the fireworks alert has been sent."

Bali

Lingesh was not as miserable as Sarvesh or Dinesh since he did not have to travel through the thick foliage of the jungle. Instead, he simply landed the warships in Java like it was no one's business, and as soon as he got down from the ship, he was received by the current head of the Buleleng resistance, Gusi Praji Sakti, a young 32-year-old resistance leader of Bali.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. Thank you for your continued support of the Bharatiya Empire."

Gusi Praji Sakti laughed, "The pleasure is mine, Commander. It is I who should thank you for constantly providing material support to fight against our oppressors."

Soon, everyone gathered in the war room and started planning the attack. The distance from Bali to Surabaya was not too long—it was only around 200 kilometres. It should not be a problem to reach it in a couple of days.

Sangiang

General Thomas van der Meulen's eyes were red with anger and resentment.

'Boom!,'

The sounds of cannons had been ringing nonstop, and his ears had been buzzing for a long time.

Looking at the relentless Bharatiya Navy, he felt desperate. Even though he had the advantage of geography, he still couldn't withstand the continuous and constant bombardment from 360 degrees by the Bharatiya Empire.

A few days ago, when he received the alert, he had established a defensive perimeter that was supposed to completely stop the Bharatiya Empire from entering the interior region of Southeast Asia. But it did not last long. Although his Perimeter of naval vessels cooperating with defensive cannons, managed to inflict some damage on the Bharatiya Navy by sinking a couple of warships, it was ultimately futile. Within a day, his defences were disassembled, and a few days later, even the supply lines he relied upon were cut off.

The ammunition stock was on its last leg. If he wanted to use it in force, the ammunition might only last for 20 or 30 minutes if used sparingly—maybe it could be extended by a few more minutes. He could barricade himself within the highest point of the island and last longer, but what was the point? If he let the Bharatiya Navy into the interior, the city of Jakarta would definitely not be able to resist the attack. In such a situation, he had already failed his objective. The only thing he could do now was prolong his demise.

He let out a breath of foul air and admitted defeat.

Commander Akhil, who was commanding the naval operations, let out a sigh of relief. Even though he was confident that he could win, the casualties were more than he had expected, and the number of ships sunk was more than 20. Although most of them were Kolkata-class clippers and Amaravathi-class frigates, it still brought a lot of damage to the Bharatiya Navy.

'After I take command of this island, I should rebuild its defences even more perfectly,' he said to himself. But unfortunately, unknown to him, after the fall of the Dutch, the Bharatiya Empire would have no threats in using the Malacca Strait, thereby rendering the island mostly useless. Not to mention, there were Lava and Kush Islands off the coast that could be used as transit ports, even if merchants wanted to go to Australia in the future.

Back in Kuala Lumpur

Vijay was informed that all the kings and leaders of Southeast Asian nations had gathered together and were waiting for him. He nodded but did not get up, as he was reading an interesting letter that he had received from within the Qing Empire.

P.S. I'll try to resume multiple chaps from Monday

P.S. Thank you vhvuvi, for the IceCola