Messy.
Osman was finally in chaos.
No one expected that Osman, who had been aggressively invading the Safavid Dynasty and wanting to get a share of Long Yan's East India Company, would cause chaos on his own.
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 Ottoman battle glory, 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 Yenicheris hard. Watching blood burst out from their bodies 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 arrogance and extravagance 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 were once again panicked. Although they dared not say it, everyone could feel that there was a silent anger hidden in this city.
The atmosphere was depressing.
The atmosphere was eerie.
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 bowed their heads and remained silent.
Ahmed sneered and said: "Sir Sultan, your son was responsible for the defeat. 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, Lord 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.
In any case, Mustafa was the Ottoman Sultan.
No matter how arrogant Ahmed was before, he would never 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 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, and then come back to 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 spurted 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 disdain 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 spoke, the more excited he became.
Others looked at each other in horror.
Something is wrong.
There was something wrong with Ahmed's mood.
It seemed that the powerful Sipaxi 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, regardless of the pressure, they jumped out.
These people shouted to drive Ahmed away and supported the young prince.
Protect the royal family!
Protect the Sudan!
Although only a few scattered people were quickly suppressed, this atmosphere has undoubtedly been spreading.
Ahmed in the carriage listened to all this quietly, and he slowly closed his eyes.
He is still very confident in Istanbul's defensive capabilities.
then.
A terrible idea began to grow in his mind at this time.
Kill Mustafa.
Become a sultan yourself!
As soon as this idea pops up in my mind, I can't resist its expansion.
Popular support?
What is the public sentiment?
Ahmed, I think this statement is 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 tools and weapons in their hands.
Does he need popular support?
Does a country need popular support?
No!
He needs strong military power and strong political power!
Sudden.
He became enlightened.
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 he trembled all over.
Suppression!
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, violent suppression!
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 did not know where they mobilized countless red barbarian cannons. 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. They began to rob property and insult women in the name of suppression.
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.
The fourth day.
The fighting continues.
In the city.
The conflict between Yenicheri 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 yenicheri in Istanbul. But they were no match for Yenicheri. Soon, blood began to spread in the city, with corpses strewn everywhere.
But this.
It didn't seem to be as frightening or submissive 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.
One 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 this, they flocked to him.
Some have tears in their eyes, some have angry faces, some have faces full of hope, and some hate that iron cannot be transformed into steel.
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 right now.
A cold arrow shot out from a certain corner.
A direct hit on Mustafa's heart.
The Sultan, who had suffered from madness all his life, died just a few days before the tragedy of Istanbul.
The whole city was in an uproar.
