Chapter 869: The Sipahi's Military Banner

Ling Chen did not expect this either.

This Nashadier was actually this fierce.

Having only just rushed to reinforce Tabriz, in just a few days, he had actually secured this victory! A victory that could change the entire landscape!

When this news arrived, Ling Chen and his subordinates looked at each other in dismay.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Only then did they blurt out two words together.

"Awesome!"

But soon, they reacted.

Something big was about to happen!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

At this, everyone jumped up. Something big was truly about to happen! Why continue pretending to flee? Quickly turn around, reorganize the troops! Kill them back!

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An opportunity, I fear there is only this one!

At this moment, those pursuers from Mashhad were still chasing with great excitement. Suddenly, they were struck by a Returning Horse Spear from the Longyan Army. Who could endure this?

The Longyan soldiers all had twisted expressions on their faces.

These past few days had stifled them to the point of misery.

The less than ten thousand Safavid troops were quickly wiped out, not a single one left to return with the news.

Don't joke around.

Those were the soldiers who had been through thick and thin with them every day!

If they had truly died charging into battle, died for their home and country!

They were clearly capable of fighting, yet they had to pretend they couldn't! They even had to act extremely wretched; they weren't actors, heaven knows how tired they were of pretending! What was even harder for them to accept? It was watching their own comrades and brothers die for this strategy.

Their hearts were bleeding!

They died because they were pretending to flee, and quite a few of them died at that.

But that is how war is.

They died without complaint!

But now.

Therefore, at this moment, with Ling Chen's order to counterattack, one can imagine how hard these brothers fought.

And on the Ottoman side.

Every link needed to be perfectly coordinated; if they couldn't win in one go, then what followed would only be an endless cycle of combat, and in that case, it would be even more painful for the Longyan soldiers.

The monarch's command is like a mountain.

One hundred thousand troops.

This defeat directly cost him one hundred thousand Janissaries, and furthermore, he himself was severely wounded.

Just as Ling Chen had guessed.

The ambitious but incompetent Erdogan had once again paid a heavy price for his underestimation of the enemy and his carelessness.

Wasn't it said they were invincible? Wasn't it said they were unstoppable? Wasn't it said they would rely on this hard-fought battle to let the Ottoman Empire return to its former glory?

How could this...

Once this news reached the Ottoman Empire.

The whole country exploded.

The Sipahi within the Ottoman borders finally could not help but start a large-scale riot.

At first, it was just a very common, small conflict; the Sipahi camp had not received supplies from the military for half a month, which caused resentment to accumulate. This commander was named Erman; he went to negotiate with the military many times, but to no avail, each time receiving only the cold, icy sentence: all grain and fodder are being sent to support the front line.

Why did they suddenly wilt?

The Janissaries suddenly misfired.

Over these years, the unfair treatment the Sipahi Cavalry had suffered, and the humiliation and exploitation by the Janissaries, were like a volcano about to erupt in their hearts. So they had been waiting all along.

Today.

At this very moment, Erman received a secret letter from the little prince.

Thus, the hatred was not only accumulating, but it began to amplify!

Erman's five thousand Sipahi Cavalry pulled out their military banners that very day and raided the local military granary.

They are not good enough!

Finally, they had waited.

A crushing defeat at the front.

Look.

Didn't I say they were no good early on? Yet you insisted on sending them!

Let us do it!

That group of Janissaries were used to acting like masters; where was there any knightly spirit left?

Whether it was patriotic sentiment or sharing honor and disgrace, at this moment, another military group had to stand up in the Ottoman Empire, and that was the Sipahi Cavalry! Soon, the Sipahi gained the support of all the people in the country, and the red military banner belonging to the Sipahi was once again flying across the entire Ottoman Empire.

After Erman, the Sipahi in other cities also responded simultaneously.

What about now?

The common people who had previously supported the Janissaries one-sidedly were suddenly stunned as well.

The Grand Vizier Ahmed was driven mad.

The iron-fisted rule he had always favored was no longer effective at this time. The combat power of the Sipahi was no joke; the Janissaries Erdogan had lost this time meant the remaining Turkish Imperial Guard in the country were simply no match for these Sipahi Cavalry.

It was in chaos.

The entire Ottoman, all at once, fell into chaos.

The Grand Vizier roared.

Who could have imagined it.

"Rebellion!"

"This is rebellion! This is treason!"

The internal contradictions within his own country had finally been intensified.

Furthermore.

The excellent situation had suddenly undergone such a transformation. Originally, he thought that by following the Longyan Dynasty, he could get a share of the spoils from the Safavid Dynasty.

He did not expect

It was not an isolated incident.

Four days later.

It spiraled out of control.

Three days after the Sipahi rebellion, Erman was the first to capture a city belonging to the Sipahi. Of course, as the representatives of Ottoman chivalry, the Sipahi still publicly declared that they were loyal to the Ottoman Imperial Palace. It was just that they were only loyal to one person, and that was the young prince Hamid!

In particular, he listed over a dozen charges against the Grand Vizier Ahmed.

Red military flags began to sweep across the entire Ottoman nation.

Five days later.

The generals of the Sipahi all declared their loyalty to Hamid one after another.

"Hamid."

So, it was all the work of this young prince who usually looked harmless to humans and animals!

"Hamid, Hamid."

Ahmed was so angry that he fell ill in bed, his eyes flashing with the light of hatred.

"My Lord, what should we do?"

"In just a few days, they will be at the gates of Istanbul!"

He had already ordered the suppression of these disobedient Cavalry, but the support of the populace made his Janissary completely unable to resist the Sipahi.

A group of civil and military officials surrounded him.

Power.

How alluring it is.

Everyone was thinking of a Method.

The Grand Vizier Ahmed tightly closed his eyes.

But today.

He knew.

Over these years, he had firmly controlled the Ottoman and ignored the mad emperor, which also led to his ambition growing ever larger; however, he had never had the thought of replacing him.

Never.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Everyone knew why he controlled Hamid; Hamid had always been under his imprisonment, but at this moment, he actually wanted to control the Imperial Palace!

For him, this might be the choice of history!

He took a deep breath, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Control the Imperial Palace, control Hamid!"

A Bitter Remonstrance!

They gasped and looked at each other in dismay.

Everyone.

Ahmed wanted to make a desperate gamble!

It was just that

The Ottoman was now riddled with holes; were they still going to follow this Ahmed down this path to the end?