Chapter 422

Under the same moon

Prince dilaman stood in front of the Sultan's palace with an indifferent look.

His mind echoed with sound images, a burning port, a desolate sinking fleet, and the teachings of the former Sultan. He said, "it doesn't matter if the coastal fort is destroyed. As long as Mirani Castle returns to our arms, Muscat will still be our indestructible Tomb of the Holy One."

But all the pictures will eventually end in the same scene. Bashar hassadi stood painfully among the rebels, sipping his lips and said to him, [your highness, you'd better talk to us when you become Sudan. Now you're just an impulsive young man, you can't do anything or promise anything...]

Diraman gave a sudden shudder.

What's the matter?

Those words were clearly not said by Bashar, but by the stateless hassadi. Why... Why do you remember wrong?

Bashar would never say such a thing!

He loved this country as much as he did and swore allegiance to it as much as he did.

He won't have those foolhardy ideas at all. As long as he can save his country, he is willing to sacrifice everything and won't hesitate!

But... Is there a difference?

Roy hassadi is telling the truth. No matter who says this vicious remark, the truth is the truth.

What should I do?

The night wind blew diraman's skirt. Lieutenant General de chiaz, whose legs were broken by torture, was pushed over by the guards of the Royal Palace in his wheelchair.

The lieutenant general's face was full of twisted hatred: "Your Highness, you are ready."

"Ready... Ready?" dilaman's mouth dried up. "All right?"

"We love this country." de chiaz's voice is eager and loud. "We are willing to give everything for the rebirth of the country!"

These words injected strength into Dilman.

He was upright and said in a low voice, "let's report... Let the country be reborn with our sins..."

"The second prince asked to see his Majesty the Sultan!"

"The second prince asked to see his Majesty the Sultan!"

"The second prince asked to see his Majesty the Sultan..."

With the sound of communication, diraman soon saw the tired Sultan in the luxurious bedroom.

Sudan is still in formal clothes. Since the British blockaded the Bay, he has been unable to eat and sleep. He even doesn't know that his favorite fourth Princess and youngest son are missing.

In front of the national war, there is no private affair.

Suddenton the scepter in his hand and forced himself to cheer up: "diraman, today's cabinet meeting... Someone suggested that I hand over the Portuguese, and I scolded..."

"The British have been bombing the port area that has long been burned into white land, which is very effective. Our people can't forget the tragedy of burning the port night in the sound of artillery. Muscat's people are floating and have begun to hurt our rule..."

"Father!" dilaman dropped his head and knelt on one knee. "Father, I failed. Milani has decided to go. They are afraid of the great crime of treason and will be punished by us anyway."

"This is necessary!" the Sultan tightened his Scepter angrily. "Their sins deserve to die. Their lives can deter those stupid and restless hearts. This is necessary!"

"But I must appease them." dilaman looked up expressionless. "As you said, Mirani castle is the key to defending Muscat. It must be in our hands."

The Sultan narrowed his eyes. "What are you going to do, my dear son? Do you want me to forgive them?"

"No, they asked for something else." diraman took a shotgun out of his arms and put it in front of him. "Please ask your father to fulfill his obligations as a sultan and take an example... Xu country."

The Sultan's pupils suddenly tightened: "you... You want to rebel?"

"Please let your father fulfill his duty of being a sultan and promise his country with his life." dilaman knelt down and bowed heavily.

"You... Are crazy!" the Sultan gasped. "Guard! Guard!"

A dozen heavily armed Sudanese guards rushed into the room.

The Sultan curled up on his throne, trembling and pointing to his favorite son.

"Dilman said is crazy! He's going to assassinate me! Catch him, no! Kill him, kill him!"

"Please fulfill your father's duty as a sultan and promise your country with your life!" dilaman kowtowed again.

All the guards knelt down while he worshipped: "please fulfill your obligations and promise your country!"

Boom!

……

On the night of January 18, 1785, the second prince diraman and the Sudanese guard assassinated the king and Wang Hong in the coup at the Alam palace.

On January 19, Sultan diraman's temporary cabinet, field marshal de qiaz, took charge of the cabinet and became prime minister. The eldest prince, elamah, was sentenced to state and jailed. The gate of Jalali castle was immediately closed and disappeared from the Sultan's messengers.

On January 20, Sudanese envoys went to Milani castle to proclaim a pardon. Major general hassadi refused the order and asked the Sudan to declare it personally to show grace and consent.

On the same day, the immediate shelling of the port area stopped.

On January 22, Sultan diraman knocked on the gate of Mirani castle under the escort of 1000 members of the Sudanese guard regiment.

The guard did not encounter any gunfire during the mountaineering. The British seemed to be under control. The dawn of the Muscat war loomed

A mountain rock.

This mountain rock is no different from other mountain rocks in Harar mountain. There is a screen like fan-shaped top rock, which thickens and widens downward and dissolves into the mountain.

Such rocks make Harar mountain look like a thousand layers of pastry. The pastry is filled with delicious sauce, flowers, shrubs, clever birds and animals, and malicious hunters.

Pierce knelt on one knee on a pile of sandbags, held the looking glass and squinted at the distance.

300 meters away is the gate ramp of Milani castle. Small places are full of green figures like grassland.

There is the only white in the middle of the green, which is the new Sultan diraman. There are several dark green beside and opposite him, which are officers above the school level in both camps.

Pierce found Bashar Ben hassadi in the crowd. His face was flushed with happiness. When he spoke, he danced and danced like a green boy proud of his brother.

"Who is your real brother? Mr. Colonel..."

Pierce put down the looking glass with a flat mouth and stretched out her hand. Xiao Sanmei at the edge of the sandbag immediately handed the writing board and pen to him.

"Distance 307, height drop 12, included angle 72.5, basically upright. Wind direction Northwest West, wind speed 3.5 knots, wind direction stable. Trajectory, trajectory..."

He drew curves on the paper, mixed straight lines in the curves, and listed strange columns beside the straight lines.

"Three younger sisters."

"Ah? Young master, I'm here!"

"We made trouble in Africa, brother. Let me watch. Do you know what I saw?"

Xiao Sanmei frowned seriously, just want to understand one thing, that is, pierce may not expect her answer.

So she didn't say a word.

Pierce smiled silently: "I see power."

"Drake chamber of Commerce has the power given by capital, and Portugal has the power brought by national strength. The value of power will affect the development of the situation. What we have really done is not important. What is important is what is finally recorded."

"We shouldn't launch a raid off the coast of Mombasa, because Drake's power is no better than that of Portugal. We shouldn't hesitate in gaelir, because in front of Drake, the Sultanate is nothing."

"We made two mistakes in a row, so we personally pushed the situation to the worst. We forced Colombia to launch a war of aggression, buy allies with the great interests of the Sultanate, and then use the power of the allies to level the gap between us and Portugal."

"This is the reality of this war. A balance and several weights. We are at least one tray, and the Sultanate is only a box for weights."

"The Sultan and the Colonel across the mountain can't see the reality, so they can only be chess pieces. The major general around the Colonel saw the reality, so he came from behind and finally replaced his brother."

Speaking of this, pilston paused, put out his tongue and gently touched his lips.

The wet saliva made the flow of the wind clear. He left his writing board and pen and stretched out his hand to Xiao Sanmei.

"Kentucky, the third sister, it's time to hand over the weight... It's time."