Volume 2: Soaring! The Overlord of the Region Chapter 291: The Resolute Datar
While Richelieu was running around for the rebirth of France and pinning his hopes for science and technology on Ibrahim in the East, in Tabriz, the capital of the Safavid Dynasty of Persia, in the southeast of the Transcaucasus region, Abbas, the Safavid emperor, also welcomed a special guest.
"Your Majesty, this man landed in Balochistan and then asked about Your Majesty's whereabouts. After arousing the suspicion of the local guards, he and his companions refused to ask and injured our guards and fled. Later, this man was finally captured by us in Qazvin..."
“Hmm~~!”
Abbas the Great was in a very bad mood recently - as a leader who endured all kinds of humiliation after ascending the throne, and then rose up to be invincible overnight, people with this kind of personality can't stand the sudden and inexplicable failure at the peak of their career.
And Ibrahim of Ottoman Empire gave him a heavy blow.
The Safavid dynasty's westward expansion was temporarily blocked. Not only did they lose the rich Mesopotamian plains, but they were also forced to spit out Armenia and Azerbaijan, which they had previously swallowed. This situation really made Abbas, who had been invincible feel anxious, painful, and depressed.
So, the "hmm" just now was actually a very dissatisfied expression: This is just a small matter, you can decide for yourself, just chop them all up and it's over, right? Why do you need to bother me? Are you tired of living?
"Your Majesty!" Langmie knew that the emperor was a very strong person, and when he got angry, he could even kill several of his own sons. So after hearing Abbas hum a single syllable, the attendant who reported it was so scared that his whole body went limp: "Your Majesty, it's not that your servant is ignorant, but this guy claims that he can make weapons for your Majesty that are not inferior to those of the Ottomans..."
"What?!" Abbas kicked the limp guard away and ran to Datar. He grabbed him by the collar and said, "What that guy said just now is right, right? Can you help me make a gun that can fire continuously?"
"Da da da? So that time traveler from Osman has even managed to develop smokeless gunpowder? It seems like my desperate bet this time was the right decision."
Although he was calm, the feeling of having his neck tightened was really uncomfortable. Datar used all his strength and finally managed to slightly open Abbas's iron-like hands: "Your Majesty, translation..."
"Ah? Oh! Well, it seems that you are not from our side. You? Are you from Mughal?" After saying this, Abbas waved his hand and said, "Go find an Urdu translator, quickly!"
A guard hurried out to do something. Only then did Abbas seriously look at the young man in front of him.
Well, he was not very old, no more than 20 years old. His height was not bad, about 1.7 meters. How about his appearance? His facial features were quite regular, a typical Aryan appearance. What attracted Abbas the most was this guy's eyes: although there was a little panic in his eyes, but more of it seemed to be contempt? No, no, no, he was not contemptuous, but indifferent. Indifferent to everything here!
Interesting, really interesting.
The translator arrived, and Datar's first request was that he needed a secret room where only he, Abbas, and the translator could be present. Abbas hesitated for a moment, and after having him searched and confirmed that the translator's physique was far inferior to his, the lord agreed.
"Your Majesty, thank you for your trust. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Datar, the current king of Vijayanagar Kingdom ."
"What?!"
"Your Majesty, I have said absolutely nothing false. My entourage had more than 200 people when we set out from Hyderabad, and people kept dying of illness, being killed, or escaping along the way. But when we were captured by your brave soldiers, there were still nearly 100 people in this team. You can interrogate these people separately... I think that even the most professional liar cannot make so many people keep telling completely consistent lies."
"...Okay, I'll accept what you just said. Then, hehe, Your Majesty, why are you here? Is it because your country was destroyed by the Mughals?"
"Ha~~" With a slight smile, Datar knew that Abbas regarded himself as a Rajput prince who dared to claim to be a king with just a city.
"Your Majesty, although the Kingdom of Vijayanagar cannot be compared to the empire you rule, it is also a country with a population of over seven million and a maximum length of 800 kilometers from north to south."
"Huh?" After listening to Datar's words, Abbas felt that he had to be more serious: such a big country, even if he didn't know it because of the distance, it would be easy to find people who knew and understood this country. If he was really a liar, there was really no need to use such a big country to make a name for himself.
"Okay." He adjusted his sitting posture and became more focused. "Then, what is the reason that makes you, the king of a big country, hide your identity and come to me? Oh, if what you said is true, it is really amazing. Crossing the entire India, then landing at the southeast end of my country, and then walking to the northwest end..."
"Shame on you." After a bitter laugh, Datar said, "Although I succeeded my father to the throne at a very young age, I was unwilling to be a puppet, so I challenged the nobles in my country, but failed. So, I escaped under the protection of my loyal servants."
"Hmm..." In his early years, Abbas had also endured and fought against the Turkmen military nobles who held the domestic military power - the difference was that he won in the end. However , he was very clear about the thrills and difficulties in the process. Therefore, he did not discriminate against Datar, the loser. On the contrary, he felt a bit of sympathy.
"So, what is the reason for you to come to me?"
"It's simple. After I was driven out by those guys in the country, I made up my mind to use external forces to kill all of them!"
"But the Mughals are too close to you. If you use the power of the Mughals, you might kill all the nobles in your country and your country might be swallowed up by the Mughals."
"Yes, Your Majesty. So I have come from afar to seek your help. If you can generously help me, let me return to the country to regain the throne. I will launch a powerful offensive against the country from the south of Mughal. In this way, it will be much easier for you to enter the Indus Plain from the north, right?"
"Interesting. But what can I get after paying such a high price? It can't be friendship thousands of miles away, right?"
"False friendship is the most meaningless. Your guard has just told you that I can make you weapons that are no less powerful than Osman's, and I can also provide the production method!"
"really?"
"Really, Your Majesty. Now that I am in your hands, what good is there in lying? After all, I have come all the way from the southeast of your country and have learned that your country is indeed thriving under your governance. But you are definitely not merciful."
"Hahahaha, you are really bold. Well, aren't you afraid that if you reveal the production method, I will arrest you or even kill you?"
"No, Your Majesty. Your empire has the Ottomans to the west, the Mughals to the southeast, and the Uzbeks to the northeast. The external environment of the country is not good. If you support me to return to the country to seize the throne, then even if you do not plan to attack the Mughals, your southeastern border will remain stable. As for me? Even if I have advanced weapons, how long do you think it will take to swallow up a country as huge as the Mughals? And..."
"and?"
And I can expose myself and then explode to take you down with me! But this trick should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.
"Well, Your Majesty?"
"...Well, at most I was tricked by a liar into baking naan for a few days. Let's put it this way, Datar... Your Majesty, I will call you Your Majesty for the time being. If you can help me make the Ottoman flintlock rifle for infantry within a month, I will support you with a thousand guards. If you can help me make that machine gun, three thousand!"
"As you wish, Your Majesty, you will soon see the finished product."
