November 24th, 1655
The city of Makran, Southeastern part of the Safavid Empire, on the Gulf of Oman.
03:30 AM
*Step* *Step* *Step*
Along with his army of a battalion and three companies, Hossein Qoli Beg Shamlu excitedly marched through the street as he heard the sounds of men fighting upon entering Kharghar Street, his destination, which is at the northeasternmost corner of the city.
During his march, he couldn’t help but imagine his rewards after defeating these tribals himself and claiming the head of their leader, making him the victor of the small game between the noble families. He could see the clan master praising him and promoting his role within the family right before his eyes. Then maybe, just maybe, although barren, he could actually rule this remote city.
Hossein thought with a hint of cunning and greed in his eyes.
" Ahhh "
*Bham*
" Please, Nooo "
*Bham*
The shouts of soldiers and sounds of gunshots became clearer and clearer as Hussain felt he was getting nearer and nearer. He could feel that his target was right around the corner.
Then suddenly, passing in front of a mud house at the corner of the street, he saw something he could never forget.
Although there were dead bodies of the Mengal tribe lying on the ground, there were only a few, perhaps 10 or 20.
What he saw were some sort of soldiers wearing dark blue uniforms, randomly shooting at some place and screaming as if they were hit.
However, upon seeing their arrival, most of them stopped and stared right back at them with a hint of ridicule in their eyes, well, except one, who looked to be far too involved in the role.
Hossein saw with disbelief, right in front of his eyes, a man with a clear red line on his forehead loading a gun unfamiliar to him, pointing it to the sky, and pulling the trigger.
*Bham*
However, as if that was not enough, he screamed exaggeratedly, clutching his chest like someone who had just lost his mother and father.
"Ahhh, please no."
Hussain: "..."
Safavid Troops: "..."
Even the Marines, who were focused on the enemy soldiers, momentarily averted their gaze to stare at their comrade.
*Bham*
"Oh, nooo." He did it again, this time more exaggeratedly, clutching his head and actually shedding a few tears.
The Marines: "..."
The Oscar laureate, still unaware of the gazes, had closed his eyes and looked like he had gotten pretty deep into the role of both the victim and a predator. Amusingly enough, if Vijay were here, he would have praised him and suggested he join some drama company.
Unable to listen any further, the fellow marines decided to wake him up.
Shaken awake, the marine, who was performing the act with such involvement, was a little embarrassed. His face was red.
Hussain was also broken out of his stupor as he suddenly realized that the words Ahmed said could have been true, and he might have fallen for the trap. He immediately came to his senses and ordered, "Retreat! This is a trap."
But unfortunately, his reaction was already too late; his troops were already too deep into the trap.
This happened in multiple places throughout the northeastern part of the city. The kiting target was set in such a way that the ambush could be initiated simultaneously in order to prevent the two teams from communicating with each other.
The same fate befell the troops of Ahmed Khan and Murat Khan, and it was the same for the troops that were kited to the right, headed by Safar and Suleiman, who suffered the same fate as their enemies.
The only one among the nobles who actually fared a little better was the representative of the Afshar noble family, Ahmed. As he was already suspicious of the circumstances, he sent out the majority of his troops to scatter around the area, and only a quarter of his men entered the presumed battle zone with him.
After reaching the target and seeing the unknown soldiers actually acting out the battle with exaggerated actions, Ahmed immediately realized that he was right, and without saying anything, he turned around, trying to run away.
However, it was very unfortunate for him because Sarvesh had chosen his army to follow, since Sarvesh considered Ahmed to be the most dangerous among the five Safavid representatives.
*step* *step* *jump*
With two steps and a jump, using the parallel walls as leverage, Sarvesh immediately got on the mud house, rushing forward. He could see Ahmed using his troops as a distraction and slowly backing away. But Sarvesh wasn’t going to let it happen. After getting to the house in front of which Ahmed was running, he immediately jumped off the roof like an Assassin’s Creed character.
In mid-air, he unsheathed both his talwars, using gravity as his driving force, He precisely brought the two talwars down onto the shoulders of Ahmed.
Before Ahmed could feel anything, his arms were severed by the blades, and before he could scream, the blades shifted their trajectory, diagonally crisscrossing each other, cutting his waist like a tree stump.
*Bham*
Ahmed could feel no more. His body was now divided into five parts, all leaking blood. He still had some consciousness since his brain was left unharmed, but it was not for long. The amount of blood that had left his body and the pain he felt sent him into shock, never to wake up again.
Sarvesh, who landed on the ground, felt his legs go numb due to the height from which he jumped. But it was only temporary as he, beside the dead body of Ahmed, walked around in order to regain the function of his legs. His boots got stained with blood though, which made him a little annoyed.
Before he could fully recover, the troops of Ahmed, who had acted as a distraction for their master to get away, noticed that their noble master had been killed, and in rage, they rushed towards Sarvesh.
A marine who had been witnessing this fight signalled to Sarvesh, asking whether he needed reinforcements. Sarvesh denied the suggestion and told them to deal with the scattered group first and to report back to him.
This was one of the things Sarvesh did not understand about Ahmed. Although Ahmed knew that something might be wrong and there might be a trap ahead, Sarvesh couldn’t comprehend why Ahmed chose to follow his troops instead of separating from them and scattering, similar to the remaining troops he had ordered.
"Was it for merit, similar to those four idiots?" Sarvesh thought, as he further comprehended, "I have now figured out that all these five leaders are fighting among themselves and cooperating among themselves, and if they come together, it is only temporary for common interests, and as long as the interests are divided, they will still split apart." He came to this realization after pondering why an army of 8000 people, commanded by five different generals, split apart as soon as these generals gave the order.
"How pitiful," Sarvesh said as he looked at the face of Ahmed, which had permanently lost its colour.
Back to the battle, Seeing the approaching soldiers in the number of 100-150 people, Sarvesh swiftly swept both his Talwars downward in a single motion, causing the blood on the blades to be swiftly dislodged.
Sarvesh ran forward as if to take on these people head-on, and even the enemy troops believed in Sarvesh as they saw what this madman could do. They couldn’t wait to get a hold of him and take his head to the noble master for him to be appeased.
In their overzealous and narrow-minded state, they failed to impede Sarvesh, who effortlessly traversed two parallel walls of the houses with just two steps, swiftly ascending once more to the top of the mud house.
Sarvesh did not let them know what was happening, so he ran forward at full speed and took out multiple grenades from his tactical backpack.
A flint was immediately taken out, and with a single stroke of fire, all the grenades in his hands were armed.
As Sarvesh was running, he dropped grenades at different places, however, he was not safe.
"Bham" "Bham" "Bham"
Multiple guns were shot at him, but due to the awkward angle and the peak of darkness, Sarvesh quickly lunged below the house to avoid getting hit. In contrast, due to the awkward angle of the guns, most gunners had their eyes blinded by the gunpowder.
’Klink klink klink’
Numaros round metal objects, like eggs, dropped in front of the troops, who had never seen such a weapon used in their lives. Some of them approached cautiously to inspect the burning metal eggs, while others fled immediately, sensing danger.
"BOOM"
The frag grenade exploded among the majority of troops on the spot, reaping death by the hundreds as fragments of metal pierced through various parts of their bodies. Those soldiers who were foolish enough to investigate the grenade were immediately turned into blood mist as their skin and flesh were blown off.
As they fell back, their condition was more terrifying than Harvey Dent in the Batman Universe. Unfortunately, these injuries didn’t make them stronger like in the comics, but they died, very much so.
To be Continued...
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