Messy.

Ottoman was finally in chaos.

No one expected that Osman, who had been aggressively invading the Safavid dynasty and wanting to share the pie with Long Yan's East India Company, would start the chaos himself.

And it was still a big mess.

certainly.

All this stems from their defeat in Tabriz.

Yanichery's arrogance at home was inversely proportional to his combat effectiveness abroad, which made the people really angry.

Without hesitation, they began to miss the Sipaxi cavalry that once swept across Europe. Everyone even began to think that only the Sipaxi cavalry could represent the glory of the Ottoman battle, not the Janissaries.

A century-old conflict broke out at this moment.

Hundreds of years of hatred were vented at this moment.

Of course, Sipaxi failed to capture Istanbul in the first charge, but even in the face of troops that restrained themselves, these Sipaxi cavalry, who had been suppressed for many years, still performed extremely bravely.

Waving the weapon in his hand, he hit the heads of the Janissary gang hard and watched the blood burst out from their bodies, which seemed to relieve their hatred.

Same number of people.

Restrained arms.

Jenichery was actually killed and fled.

This incident made Ahmed's heart skip a beat.

broken.

He felt that things were developing in a direction beyond his control.

These years of extravagance and licentiousness have obviously greatly affected the combat effectiveness and morale of these Yenicherries.

soon.

At the end of the first day of fighting, various news spread to Istanbul.

The people are once again panicked. Although they dare not say it, everyone can feel that there is a silent anger hidden in this city.

The atmosphere is very depressing.

The atmosphere is very weird.

at last.

Mustafa finally learned the news that the city was besieged by the Sipaxi cavalry.

"Ahmed, aren't you going to give me an explanation? Huh?"

He was in the Government Affairs Council, slamming the table and looking at Ahmed coldly.

The other officials all bowed their heads and remained silent.

Ahmed sneered and said: "Sir Sultan, the defeat was caused by your son. I didn't want to make the matter bigger, so I didn't tell you..."

"presumptuous!"

Mustafa was furious: "Do you still think that I am the Sultan of this country? What should I do now? Come on, tell me what should I do now!"

Ahmed was also angry: "Istanbul, a thousand-year-old city, those Sipaxi, I'm afraid they won't be able to get in for a year. What are you worried about, Mr. Sultan?"

"People's hearts!"

"What I worry about is the public sentiment!"

Even though Mustafa is crazy, there are still times when he is normal and his face is distorted.

He could not imagine that the powerful Osman had become so riddled with holes. He could not imagine that the glory of the powerful Osman would disappear in his own hands.

He couldn't accept it.

"People's hearts?"

Ahmed smiled coldly: "Sir Sultan, if it weren't for me these years, would your brains be enough to lift people's hearts?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

No matter what, Mustafa was the Ottoman Sultan.

No matter how arrogant Ahmed was before, he would not humiliate him like this in public. But today, Ahmed finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You, you, you..."

Mustafa pointed angrily at Ahmed with his trembling hands.

Ahmed simply snorted coldly, broke his face, and said with cold eyes: "Sir Sultan, please stay in your palace and wait until I finish wiping out these Sipaxi gang. Then I can come and apologize to you, how about that?"

After saying this, he didn't care about Mustafa. He was so angry that he was about to spit out blood. He took his people and left the Government Affairs Council.

"puff......"

Mustafa finally couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"grown ups!"

"Sudan......"

Others are also filled with sadness.

"waste!"

Ahmed walked out of the Government Affairs Council with a look of contempt on his face.

"Sir, are we like this..."

A few people nearby were a little worried.

Ahmed looked indifferent: "What are you afraid of?"

He smiled coldly: "This Yenicherry was founded by the Sultan himself, so it is their own fault that they have reached this point. Do you understand? This is the choice of history! The choice of history!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

Others looked at each other in horror.

Something is wrong.

There is something wrong with Ahmed's mood.

It seems that the powerful Sipaxi has had a great influence on him this time.

On this day, the first day of the siege had just begun.

There were already many Ottoman people on the street, and they jumped out regardless of the pressure.

These people shouted to drive Ahmed away and supported the young prince.

Protect the royal family!

Protect Sudan!
Chapter completed!