Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology-Chapter 809: Migration of the Native Americans?

"Boom!!"

A deafening sound of a cannon being shot reverberated throughout the battlefield. Screams could be heard from soldiers who weren't able to dodge and get out of the way of the cannonball quickly enough as they turned into blood mist.

Kunming, Yunnan, Southern Ming dynasty

Li Dingguo, wearing full-body ornate armour, stood on top of the fortress's watchtower with an emotionless face. he looked like he had everything around under control, butthe truth could not be more different. Li Dingguo had already decided to die here in the city, the last stronghold of the Southern Ming dynasty.

This was his last stubbornness, a loyal general's last show of loyalty to his master, the Supreme Emperor, Zhu Youlang.

"General, the eastern defensive line is about to be breached."

"Please advise."

A captain ran to him, panicked, with devastating news.

Li Dingguo's eyes flickered with a hint of pain, but soon he became stubborn. "Form a perimeter and wait for a few more minutes. The Yongli Emperor should be here any moment now."

The soldier felt choked, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. He also knew the general situation of their fortress—the food and water were running out, grass and grain were running out, and even the ammunition for the cannons was running out. Maybe they could only hold on for an hour at most.

"Yes, General." But despite knowing all this, he knew he could not back down. If he did, no one would be left to fight against the tyranny of the Manchurian invaders who had invaded his own land. 'Yongli Emperor, please come back quickly,' he prayed in his heart as he quickly went personally to form a defensive perimeter in the eastern section of the fortress.

Li Dingguo let out a deep breath. In fact, he had little hope that the Yongli Emperor was coming back. Even though he read the letters that mentioned that he had managed to get support from the Bharatiya Empire and he was coming back with military ordnance, he wasn't too sure if it was the truth or if it was the last dignity of the emperor. Maybe the emperor had already escaped and taken refuge in another country. Maybe the emperor had already abandoned the Southern Ming empire, and the empire was no more. Such thoughts kept appearing in his mind, and his logic said it was most likely true. But he had lost far too many lives, and he had sacrificed far too much to just give up halfway. It is either Southern Ming resists the Manchurian invasion, or he perishes.

"BOOOM!!!"

Just then, a deafening roar of a cannon was heard that reverberated throughout the fortress. Li Dingguo's heart dropped. He was already resisting the bombardment from three sides—now was even the rear compromised? A hint of dread appeared.

'So this is how everything is going to end, hah? Emperor, I wish you rekindle flames of resistance once you have accumulated enough strength in the place of your refuge,' he prayed wholeheartedly.

"BOOOM!!!"

Another deafening explosion was heard, but this time he noticed the difference. The cannonball seemed to be aiming not at them, but at the Manchurian camp on the other side.

'Could it be?' His eyes lit up. Sure enough, the next moment he saw the flag of Southern Ming coming closer and closer to the fortress.

Qing encampment

The smile General Wu Sangui had only a few seconds ago had completely disappeared from his face. He looked to his side at a metal ball, drenched in white and red thick liquid.

"Damnit all, what happened?"

His nightmare seemed to have only begun, as the next moment, apart from the loud cannon that obliterated his defences, he heard continuous gunshots coming from within the fortress. His men who were approaching the fortress dropped like flies.

A soldier ran to him in a panic.

"General, the hundred-man army has been wiped out."

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Wu Sangui's face turned ugly. He had previously sent the hundred-men team to attack the eastern wall, given that the enemy could not disperse their strength since he was attacking from three sides, and he was right—the eastern wall almost did collapse. But now all the men whom he had sent, who were veterans of the battlefield, actually died. How could it be?

Bad news came one after another, hitting the morale of the Qing soldiers and the determination of Wu Sangui.

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Visakhapatnam, Kakatiya Puri state, Akhand Bharatiya Empire.

Duke Olivera stepped onto the port of Visakhapatnam for the second time in a year. This whole year had been hectic for him—travelling from Bharatiya Empire to Portuguese, and Portuguese back to Bharatiya Empire, and even now, after signing the trade with His Majesty, he would have to go back.

He was tired. His facial expressions were not good, they looked a little pale, and he seemed to have lost a little weight. However, fortunately, he was healthy without any sickness. After taking a little rest, he should be alright.

Standing at the port, he looked around at the busy scene. People were hurrying over with their luggage. Large ships came and went, while at the end of his vision, he could see a few cranes unloading the containers from the Guwahati-class armed merchant ship.

Olivera also saw a few ships that were leaving to the frontiers with all the people on board.

He couldn't help but think the Bharatiya Empire was becoming prosperous day by day. It was almost like Europe in the 15th century when it discovered the Americas and there was a scramble for America.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Duke."

Soon, Pedro Santos greeted him and took him to the carriage. Pedro looked at Olivera, who was sitting quietly, and suddenly asked a question that had been bugging him for a long time.

"Your Excellency, forgive me for asking this, but please let me get this off my chest."

"I could understand why we did not plan to invade the Golden Island that the Bharatiya Empire had discovered, since we are allies and we have to rely on the Bharatiya Empire for the development of the American colony, but why didn't the British, the French, or the Dutch do anything about it?"

Duke Olivera's eyebrows were raised in surprise; the question came out of nowhere. But looking at Pedro's confused expression, he soon understood that these questions had been tormenting him for a long time. So, he smiled and explained, "It's not like none of us want to take a piece of the Golden Island, it's just that we can't."

"The Dutch, English, Spanish, and we have all focused heavily on the Americas, forming two main fronts: the Iberian Front and the Western European Front. Anyone who shifts their attention even slightly away from this situation risks an invasion from the enemy."

"If the Western European Front wants to take anything from the Bharatiya Empire, they'll have to worry about us occupying their base—and we'd be in the same position if we tried to occupy this island. To resist even a fraction of the Bharatiya Navy, we would need to divert a significant amount of naval strength. This gives the Western European Front the opportunity to strike, and we could end up losing Mexico."

" Apart from this, there are many factors as well, like the Golden Island being mostly barren and uninhabited, meaning it takes a lot of resources to develop it, and we will have to send millions of slaves and hundreds of thousands of our own people to extract the resources on this island that is so far away from Europe."

" We could have operated in the Pacific Route, but now that is dominated by the Bharatiya Empire as well."

" Even after ignoring all these disadvantages, if we want to attack, we cannot resist the wrath of the Bharatiya Empire."

" In theory, if Portugal and Spain form an alliance and dispatch a combined naval fleet, it should be no problem to defeat the Bharatiya Empire and its pacific fleet, but the Bharatiya Empire has a freaky law called the law of emergency, in which any private property can be nationalized if something threatens the sovereignty of the empire."

" In case we really do a combined attack against the Pacific Navy for the Golden Island or even a part of it, I have no doubt that His Majesty Vijay will completely privatize the 2000-tonne and 1000-tonne merchant ships, install cannons on them, and sail towards our bases to completely obliterate us."

" How can we resist such a force? Not to mention us, even if the Western European Front is combined, we might not be able to resist it."

Pedro Santos finally felt enlightened. He understood that the Bharatiya Empire was in the right place at the right time, where, in order to fight for the Golden Island with the Bharatiya Empire, they would have to give up something in another place. In such a situation, the Bharatiya Empire received no challenges for its claim on the Golden Island.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Duke Olivera had completely rested for the two days, and his face regained much-needed vitality. He went straight to the Ministry of External Affairs, where Jaishankar, Rajesh, and Kiran Pujari were all present, signing the purchase agreement for 10 Delhi-class battleships at a price of only 70% of the international cost. After the agreement was signed, he set out to the Simhasana Bhavana.

He signed the trade agreement with Vijay for his purchase of 8000 kilometers of land for the El Tigri region in America, while receiving the 30% stake selling agreement from Vijay.

Everything went well. He was about to bid farewell and return, but he was stopped by Vijay.

"Olivera, I have a deal that you would be interested in. Would you like to hear it?"

Olivera immediately sat down and listened patiently.

"Don't you have millions of natives in North and South America? Why don't you sell them to me? Isn't butchering them simply a waste of your bullets? Instead, why don't you earn money from it?"

Olivera's eyes immediately widened. He looked at Vijay to see if he was hearing correctly. This emperor, who was famously against slavery, actually asked him to sell slaves. Was he still in the same reality?

However, seeing the serious look on Vijay's face, he knew that he was not joking.

"Can I know why, Your Majesty?"

"Haha, there is nothing I can't tell. It's because of the Suvarna Dwipa of my empire. It is a bit too vast, and it is taking very long for the empire to develop it. So I am looking to introduce these slaves to do the hard labour."

"Oh!" Olivera quickly figured it out, thinking about how the Golden Island is being developed by the Bharatiya Empire, a few million people will definitely not be enough. No wonder he wants to buy those natives. However, thinking about those natives, he frowned.

"It's a bit difficult, Your Majesty. Those natives are very stubborn and are unwilling to move away from their land. I do not think they will cooperate with you. Not to mention, it is extremely difficult to enslave them." It is one of the reasons why both the Western European front and the Iberian front chose to exterminate the natives instead of enslaving them.

Vijay nodded in understanding. "I can understand, but that should only be some leaders among the tribe. The rest should not have a problem following commands to stay alive."

"Do what you do to the tribal leaders, but send the women, children, and the remaining men to me. I will pay a good price for them."

Oliver thought about it and felt like it could work. He nodded. "I will send the first batch after I go back Your Majesty. But the price..."

"I'm willing to pay 100 Varaha for a woman, 50 Varaha for a child, and 200 Varaha for a male."

"Deal!!"

Duke Olivera readily agreed. This was enough, not only for the exterminators who are currently tasked with removing the natives, who can make some money, but even he, as a middleman, could take a little cut and make a lot of money.

Vijay smiled in satisfaction and finalized the deal.

The reason he wanted to buy the natives from America was naturally because he really wanted to use them to develop Suvarna Dwipa faster. However, the trigger that made him make the decision was his own guilt. The situation of the natives in the Americas was becoming more and more dire; millions were killed every year, and blood flowed through the streets.

It was as if the Iberian Front and the Western European Front had come to a consensus to completely wipe out the natives from America. So, he wanted to import them as much as possible to reduce his guilt. Not to mention, importing them was really not a loss. He would simply auction off the slaves as workers to private companies, given that the private companies would pay their salaries to him instead of the people. In only one or two months, their debt to him would be settled, and after that, they could make a living for themselves, and even he could make a slight profit.

Apart from the immediate consideration, Vijay also had a future consideration, where the natives could be used to show the magnanimity of the Bharatiya Empire and highlight the evil nature of the colonial European powers. In the future, the Bharatiya Empire could stand on a moral high ground.

Vijay didn't want the Bharatiya Empire to be burdened with the sins of the past, which would make them pay the price in the future, very similar to Europe in his previous life, where Europe had become too compassionate to the point of destroying themselves by opening up their borders to anyone and everyone. He even remembered that the once glorious British Empire had become almost Islamized from top to bottom, and paedophile rape gangs had become the norm. The reality of politicians backing up the paedophile rape gangs had become a sad truth.

Vijay wished that the Bharatiya Empire would rather be a somewhat strong first-world country than wish for that kind of reality.