Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology - Chapter 1097

Chapter 1097: The Olympics (7) The Purge

Locking his house, a clean-shaven elderly man who looked refined and dignified came out of the government-subsidised dormitory without any expression on his face, but if one were to look into his eyes, panic and fear, as clear as day, could be seen.

Muhammad Rahas knew that his plan had failed, because if it had really succeeded, by this time he would have learnt of the Airavata Stadium being blown into a thousand pieces, or news about the emperor of the Bharatiya Empire being killed, but instead, the newspapers only talked about the winners of the Olympic Games and the next events.

He realised that there was either a traitor within the core circle, or the Greeks or Bharatiyas had somehow listened in on their conversations, both possibilities equally dreadful. The thought that everything he had planned might have been whispered directly into the ears of the infidel horrified him.

‘I should have known that the Shaithan was not so easy to defeat,’ he cursed in his heart as he left the building, heading back to his territory where he could feel safer among his own people.

Travelling in a carriage through the city of Ankara, where the flag of the Ottoman Empire had ceased to exist and was replaced by a red flag of the proletariat, his eyes were filled with hatred. Usually, he did a good job hiding his emotions, but now that he was already so paranoid, he didn’t have the energy to suppress his rampant emotions.

Getting near his destination, he got down to pay the carriage driver his compensation. The driver was taking forever to give back the change, and Rahas was getting annoyed. “Make it quick,” he urged. Muhammad got even more annoyed when the carriage driver actually dropped the change. In anger, he couldn’t resist and took a swing at his face, “Bastard!!” he cursed.

With a disgruntled look, he went down to pick up the change, but to his horror, just when he went down, the sound of a distant gunshot was heard, and he felt hot air pass right by the back of his neck.

His eyes widened, and his hair stood on end. Completely ignoring the change on the ground, he bolted towards his company.

“Help! The demons are coming, they are here, they are here to snatch everything we have left!”

“Help!….”

He screamed and ran erratically. The people on the streets, surprised by the madman, all ran into their homes, while others stood as far away from the madman as possible, but when the people happened to hear gunshots as well, they began to flee in panic.

A few hundred metres away, on top of an elevated building, a Greek soldier clicked his tongue and got up with annoyance. He looked towards the direction and waved a signal flag with disappointment.

Major General Ioannis Papadopoulos, receiving the signal, had no expression on his face. He simply gestured the army to move out, and within moments, they were in front of the company Odysseas, aka Muhammad Rahas, managed.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

As soon as they got close to the vicinity of the company, Molotov cocktails were thrown at them.

“Brace!”

Shields were immediately brought up until the army retreated a few steps.

“Blow up the back,” Ioannis Papadopoulos ordered as he kept his eyes fixed on the company.

The cocktails kept being thrown, and it was being absorbed effortlessly by the Greek army; however, a few seconds later, “Bang!”

A loud explosion was heard from the rear of the factory.

Ioannis Papadopoulos knew that this was the right opportunity. “Advance!”

The Greek army, carrying the shields, ran forward after there was a gap in the cocktails that were thrown and forced through the factory entrance.

“Ahhh!”

Almost immediately, the first group of soldiers were caught in a booby trap. But the next moment, the soldiers immediately pointed their guns and fired in all directions.

“Ahh!”

Blood-curdling screams were heard, and the screams came from both the rear and the front of the factory, causing the people in the vicinity to shiver and huddle in the depths of their own houses.

In the meantime, the Major General joined the battle and started butchering his way through the factory with over 200 workers.

Most of the workers had merely been misled about the Greek Republic. The original objective had been simple: to infiltrate the group, sow divisions, and isolate its leader, Muhammad. But once Muhammad had dared to plot the assassination of the Emperor of the Bharatiya Empire, there was no longer any need to hesitate over the deaths of a few misguided fools who followed orders blindly.

“Bang! Bang!”

Every gunshot for Muhammad, who was hiding within a safe he had constructed using his personal influence within the factory, felt like it was aimed at him. He was sweating profusely and getting startled at each and every scream. “Are these people insane? Are they not afraid of retaliation at all?” he muttered in panic, his voice trembling with desperation.

The sounds of screams and gunshots slowly came to an end, but he was not relieved at all as he heard a bunch of footsteps right outside his safe the next moment.

“Bang!”

A hole was opened in his safe, and the shrapnel from the explosion lunged firmly into his body as the force of the explosion threw him against the wall. He didn’t feel the pain because with his body, his head also hit the wall. When he was feeling dizzy, he might have been concussed. His eyes began to blur, but he saw a group of devils, drenched in blood, entering the safe like a demon entering its den. Before he could respond, the hot, sizzling muscle was against his chin, and the next moment it was complete darkness.

Ioannis Papadopoulos wiped his gun, looked at his subordinate: “Count the casualties, report on the mission’s success, and ask for the next orders.”

‘Stomp!’

“SIR!!”

A similar situation happened in several places in Anatolia and Syria. The Generals in the army of the Greek Socialist Republics all acted in unison and took on their own targets; it was total military mobilisation under the eyes of the public.

While people were still engrossed in reading about the Olympic winners, upcoming matches, and the favourites to take home more medals, a silent bloodbath was unfolding elsewhere, the purge of Islamist extremists and their thousands of supporters.

But no matter how much Greece tried to conceal it, most of those killed were ordinary people swayed by radical propaganda. Their deaths led to protests, as grieving families took to the streets to demand answers from the Greek authorities. Behind the scenes, Dorian Radu discovered that European powers were secretly funding these demonstrations. He immediately informed His Majesty the Emperor about what was going on, while at the same time trying his best to trace the pathway of the finances used by the Europeans. Maybe the same people funding the riots were also funding and planning for the assassination of His Majesty the Emperor.

After Georgios Paleologos understood what was going on, he immediately contacted the General Secretary of Anatolia, Athanasios Komnenos, and Syria, Konstantinos Mavros, and had them declare a state of emergency and suppress the protests and riots by any means necessary.

After sending off the secretary generals of the two republics, a hint of worry could be seen on his face, but determination soon took over. He knew there would be casualties, and he would be questioned, but if he needed to remove the parasites from UGSR once and for all, he had to pay the price. Thankfully, the commander from the Bharatiya Empire, Piyush Rudrakarna, contacted him and revealed that he would be willing to lend a helping hand if things were to get out of hand. This was one of his confidences: with no other European country participating, and the Bharatiya Empire as a support, he had the confidence to erase the unstable factors in the nation.

As he leaned back, his eyes fell on the book he had just read, ‘ A Nation and a Civilisation’ by Veer Subhash Chandrabose, scholar of the Upanishads. Reading it, he realised that for people to believe they are all one nation, there has to be something binding them together. He understood that when the UGSR was formed, there was nothing holding the republics together except brute force, and using force is not an option because no one can be strong forever.

He realised that ideologically the people of the republics needed something to bring them closer, and the way he decided to do that was to highlight the historic cultures, ethnicities, and people living on the land before Islam, and show that they were destroyed by the Islamic invasions of Central Asia.

He wanted to emphasise the rich history of Anatolia and Syria, regions that had once been ruled by Hindu dynasties such as Mauryan governors in the eastern reaches, Greek monarchs including the Seleucid kings and Hellenistic satraps after Alexander’s conquests, and various other pagan rulers, like local Semitic and Aramean dynasts whose traditional cults and governance predated imperial absorption, histories largely erased under Ottoman rule.

His aim was to weave all these layers back together using the thread of Greek cultural and political influence in the region, presenting a narrative that recognised the shared heritage of the people there. By doing this, he wanted to assert that the inhabitants of Anatolia and Syria were fundamentally Greek in identity, not Turkish, reclaiming a sense of collective historical and cultural belonging that had been suppressed for centuries.

He was hesitant to do this before, but now, with the hardliners being removed, he could actually do it.

He could lay the foundation for the Greek civilisation to rise again.

His eyes burned with passion.

So this is what the invaders tried to do with India: completely defeat us and rewrite history. Welp, too bad we survived.