Ahmed in the carriage listened to all this quietly and slowly closed his eyes.

He is still very confident in Istanbul's defensive capabilities.

then.

At this time, a terrible thought began to grow in his mind.

Kill Mustafa.

Be your own Sultan!

Once this idea pops up in my mind, I can't resist its expansion.

Popular support?

What is the public sentiment?

Ahmed finds this statement very ridiculous. He is a person who has always supported centralization. He has always believed that those "slaves" at the bottom should be "influenced" by their teachings by nature and willingly become their

Tools and weapons in hand.

Does he need popular support?

Does a country need popular support?

No!

He needs strong military power and strong political power!

Sudden.

He realized it.

He finally understood what Sipasi's siege of Istanbul meant to him this time!

Chance!

This is a great opportunity for you to ascend to the throne of Sultan!

Thinking of this, he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

Suppress!

the next day.

The siege is still going on.

More and more people inside are resisting Yenicheri and supporting Sipashi, but Ahmed has only one way to deal with this, which is to suppress it violently!

You can see heavily armed Jenichery all over the streets.

The third day.

Continued pressure.

On this day, the Sipaxi cavalry's offensive was extremely fierce. They mobilized countless red cannons from nowhere. Instead of their previous mindless charge, the artillery fire began to hit the solid city walls of Istanbul with real lethality.

The mood in the city suddenly collapsed.

The Yenicheris were no longer satisfied with mere suppression. They began to commit crimes in the city, burning, killing, and looting. In the name of suppression, they began to rob property and insult women.

Ahmed, didn't care.

Because he knows that this is the virtue of Yenicheri. As long as you satisfy them, they will fight for you even if they don't care about their lives.

Day four.

The fighting continues.

In the city.

The conflict between Jenichery and the people also began to become fierce.

Day five.

The people finally picked up the simple weapons they could use and fought with these Yenicheris in Istanbul. But they were no match for the Yenicheris. Soon, blood began to spread in the city, with corpses strewn everywhere.

But this.

It doesn't seem to be as frightening or subduing as Ahmed imagined.

The people's resistance is getting stronger and stronger.

"Don't move!"

"Our mission is to hold on here!"

"No one is allowed to move!"

"Whoever dares to break into the mansion will be killed without mercy!"

Kumar looked solemnly as he saw more and more people rushing over to rescue the little prince Hamid.

A wave.

Then another wave.

They shouted to support the little prince, and they shouted slogans to protect the royal family. Their fanaticism was very moving to see.

On the sixth day.

Mustafa finally got angry.

The real Sultan of the Ottomans came to the street in his own carriage. Looking at the chaos of Istanbul, he almost suffered from high blood pressure.

"Sudan......"

"Lord Sultan!"

"Sudan!"

When the people saw it, they flocked to him.

Some have tears in their eyes, some have angry faces, some have faces full of hope, and some hate iron.

Mustafa was heartbroken and said in a deep voice: "My dear people, believe me, Osman, sooner or later it will get better, sooner or later it will get better!"

"Where's Hamid?"

"Where's Hamid, give him to me..."

Only then did he remember his youngest son.

The younger son who has always advocated reform.

And at this moment.

A cold arrow shot out from a certain corner.

A direct hit to Mustafa's heart.

The Sultan, who had suffered from madness all his life, died just a few days before the tragedy of Istanbul.
Chapter completed!