The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 727 The Devil in the Pit
The soldiers of the Karamanli family stepped forward with Lumuhe spears, but they were immediately countered by Ibrahim's men.

In the blink of an eye, five vs. eight, but the latter fell four, and the remaining four were firmly controlled.

Although Abidi was surprised, he still didn't let go, but felt a little fear when he looked at the bloodshot eyes like hungry wolves in front of him.

Abidi felt that the other party was afraid to kill him, but Ibrahim's hand continued to increase the force until the former blushed due to difficulty in breathing.

"Cough. Master Heshan went to Austria to do business, and he won't be back until next month!"

Abidi felt the hands pinching his throat loosen, but before he had time to be happy, he was lifted up by a strange force. Abidi felt the sky and the earth turned upside down, and then fell rapidly.

"Chick!"

Ibrahim directly poured the steward of the Karamanli family on the ground. The latter's neck was twisted in a strange way, and he seemed unable to survive. The rest of the Karamanli family soldiers were wiped out with machetes before they could shout. neck.

The musicians and dancers who were too scared to move just now screamed and wanted to escape, but the elite of the Imam Khanate did not give them a chance.

Soon the fine wool carpet was soaked with blood, and Ibrajim spread out a map.

"Send the signal to the brothers who stay on the ship to prepare to attack, and we will go directly to the palace while we are in the chaos.

As long as we control the head of the Karamanli family, we can control this city.They have become corrupted and become lackeys of the Europeans.

We will take everything from them!Long live Shamir!Long live the Imam Khanate! "

"Long live Shamir! Long live the Imam Khanate!".
Ibrahim only brought more than 300 people this time. In theory, it is impossible for such a small number of people to occupy the largest city in Tripoli.

A week later, Franz looked helplessly at the sad-faced man in front of him.

Yes, this man is Hisan Karamanli, the de facto ruler of Tripoli.It's hard to imagine that a city with more than 2 people was conquered by 300 people, and his uncle became a puppet king.

"Grand Duke Franz, your most loyal servant Hersan asks for your help. We have found where the black oil is, and those devils must have come for it."

"Are you trying to say that you are in such trouble because you did something for me?"

Franz didn't like this statement very much, and he didn't like being kidnapped morally.

And he is very clear that the great powers have not realized the importance of oil, and it is even less likely for the Chechens who live in a corner to know.

At the same time, Franz was an adult, and it was not necessary for him to always appear harmless.

Hisan Karamanli swallowed, he traveled between the Austrian Empire and Tripoli all the year round, he was very aware of the gap between the two and quickly changed his words.

"No, Archduke Franz, what I mean is that those devils may go to rob the wealth in the pit."

"If someone wants a big one, they can get it, and I don't care how many barrels you keep."

Franz didn't like this kind of temptation at all. If he couldn't find a substitute, he wouldn't want to keep any of them, including the Karamanli family itself.

But this kind of home can't be managed well, so just replace the guy who is more careful.Franz was not afraid, but he felt that there was no need to waste energy on making trouble for himself.

Franz's words made Hisan Karamanli's heart sink for a moment. He thought that the other party didn't know about his secret storage of oil.

"It seems that I should have the eyeliner of the Austrian Empire by my side, and I should clean it up when I go back." Hesan Karamanli thought to himself.

After some bargaining, Hersan Karamanli will pay 300 million Ottoman lire and five years of olive oil as a reward for hiring Umbrella's mercenaries.

(The Ottoman lira was a very volatile currency, pegged at about 30 to 1 against the British pound, though it was down to 40 to 1 at this point as Mejid's reforms rapidly devalued it.)
300 million Ottoman liras are almost 7.5 pounds. For this amount, Franz will have to dispatch at least [-] mercenaries and a dozen ships.

At the same time, because they might attack the city, the mercenaries also brought twenty cannon.

It's just that the battle was much smoother than expected, and the pier was occupied with almost no effort.

After that, the puppet army of the new king did not resist much. At first, they dared to speak out while hiding behind the city wall.

However, after two rounds of salvos from the cannons, the walls built of sand, bricks and stones collapsed, and the morale of the defenders completely collapsed.

The city defense team of more than 2000 people surrendered without any suspense. Hersan Karamanli only felt that his money was not worth it.

In front of the Tripoli palace, Hisan Karamanli looked at the cannons in front of him and the mercenaries neatly behind him. He suddenly felt that it was time to show off his kingly demeanor.

So the nominal pasha of Tripoli, the de facto king, walked to the gate of the palace.

"Listen, those inside, I am Hisan Karamanli, the Pasha of Tripoli, the King. I command you to surrender immediately, or I will not forgive your sins, and God will not forgive you"

Hearing a burst of gunshots, Heshan Karamanli stared at the white robe that was oozing blood on his chest in disbelief, his eyes were wide open, and he fell on his back with his hand pointing at the void in front of him.
"Pasha was shot! Hurry up and fire back! Hurry up and fire!"

Several artillerymen have already been loaded, and the ignition rods are buckled on the fuzes.The sound of artillery fire immediately covered up the noise of human voices
Ibrahim inside was bombarded before he had time to be happy. At this time, Franz's mercenaries had already installed a new type of high-explosive bomb, and the loud noise just now shattered the former.

However, Ibrahim was a veteran of several years of guerrilla warfare after all. He immediately ordered his men to fight back, hoping that the gunman who had performed miracles just now would continue to perform miracles and destroy all the gunners outside.

However, the miracle never happened, and no soldier could hit the gunners hundreds of meters away until the end of the battle.

The fight ended with overwhelming margins, with false king Syed Karamanli and Ibrajim both captured.

The former claimed to be coerced, but the explanation was too weak.

So the Karamanli family and the local people sent him to the guillotine, and the latter was sentenced to stoning for his heinous crimes.

The false king is dead, but Heshan Karamanli, the head of the Karamanli family, was also shot and seriously injured by the rebels.

At this time, in order to quickly stabilize people's hearts, only Hamed Karamanli, who has been in charge of liaison with the Austrian Empire, can be elected as the king after election.

Hamed Karamanli has become a spiritual Austrian due to his long-term influence of Austrian culture, and Tripoli will become more pro-Austrian and even Austrian in the foreseeable future.

The Austrian mercenaries didn't stay long, and they left the country quickly by boat, but the guns of some soldiers looked a little strange, and there seemed to be some telescopes on them
(End of this chapter)