Chapter 882: Breaking Through from Within

Everyone was actually looking forward to it.

Because when Liu Zheng proposed this project, they did not believe it.

What kind of vehicle could travel eighty kilometers in half an hour?

What about flying?

If this were truly the case, then if Longyan had a war, wouldn't the troops outside be able to rush to aid Longyan at any time? In the shortest amount of time?

Just kidding.

Over a thousand kilometers would take only a dozen days or so to reach.

That was a journey that used to take months, or even half a year.

Mo Chen chuckled.

The Steam Train is mainly composed of four major parts: the boiler, the steam engine, the frame and running gear, and the coal-water tender.

It sounds simple, but designing it is very complex. From the large body shape down to the small Gear and screws, everything must be refined and incredibly precise.

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They began to start the locomotive. Mo Chen, who was responsible for acting as the driver, manipulated the regulator handle, opened the regulator, and let the steam in the boiler pass through the steam chest into the cylinder, pushing the piston to move. The piston drove the piston rod, which then drove the crosshead, the rocker arm, and the main crank pin on the locomotive's driving wheel, pushing the driving wheel to roll. Once the driving wheel rolled, it drove the other driving wheels to roll simultaneously through the connecting rods.

Rumble, rumble.

The ones responsible for operating the Train were Mo Chen and his two junior fellow apprentices.

Under everyone's gaze.

A large amount of steam gushed out.

The tracks were laid in this workshop; the workshop was not small, enough to accommodate the Steam Train turning several circles.

Rumble, rumble.

The Train finally started.

And so.

People watched one by one as this behemoth actually began to go faster and faster, faster and faster.

"This..."

"My god..."

Feng Sanniang was startled; she was very worried whether this massive Train would suddenly derail, and if so, everyone there would be finished.

However.

It was already so fast that it was dazzling.

"Ah!"

Then, people began to slowly board.

One person, ten people, one hundred people.

Mo Chen dared to call them over to see his results because he had naturally considered this situation long ago.

The vehicle was very steady.

"Good!"

Qingyang Shuo finally shouted "good."

The vehicle was still very steady.

The speed was still very fast.

Jiang Xuan had guessed correctly.

With this divine object.

Who else could compete with their Liangzhou Army?

Hamid would definitely have to die as well.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sipahi outside the city were attacking so fiercely, he would definitely have freed up his hands to deal with Hamid first.

Mustafa was dead.

That meant that Ahmed at this moment had gone completely insane.

Then.

Why not clear out these royals one by one?

It was too annoying.

The masses kept shouting Hamid's name, kept shouting their support for the royal family.

"What should we do? What can we do? Father!"

Hamid, upon receiving the news of his father's death, could not help but burst into tears.

Imprisonment!

With one word from Mustafa, Hamid went directly from house arrest to imprisonment.

He listened to the masses outside, who kept shouting his name, and then as he listened to these sounds, some stopped abruptly, some drifted away, his heart ached even more.

That damned Ahmed!

It was chaotic.

The entire Istanbul was in chaos.

What about the idol?

He knew deeply that his father was dead, and his brother Erdogan was likely in grave danger too; at this time, only he could stand up, rally everyone, and clean up the mess.

He must tear him into ten thousand pieces!

Idol.

But.

Very quickly, he was locked in the smallest room by this group of Janissaries who had rushed in, unable to get enough to eat or drink.

Moreover.

Outside the city, there were still Sipahis who supported him with incomparable firmness!

Beside him, there was only the old steward who had always been loyal to him.

Was there still hope?

Despair.

Very quickly, he fell into despair.

Hamid sat dejectedly on the ground.

Was there still hope for the Ottoman?

In this situation, even if it were his own idol, what could be done?

Two reasons.

First, these commoners causing a scene during the day would increase his chances of success, and if he succeeded, these commoners could follow along to build momentum.

Daytime.

Why did Jiang Xuan insist on choosing the daytime?

He had to overwhelm the enemy with sheer momentum!

Not only did he want to rescue him, but he also wanted to send Hamid out of the city from this impregnable Istanbul!

Second, he disdained it; he disdained taking action at night.

This time, he was here to train his troops; he wanted to see if the Dark Night Legion here could rescue Hamid under such tight security.

Hamid's mansion was surrounded tightly.

Yet there were still fearless commoners charging at the encirclement, leaving behind some shocking corpses.

The more he thought about it.

The more excited Jiang Xuan became.

No one noticed.

At this moment.

On the outskirts of the mansion, the number of corpses was increasing.

The blood was becoming thicker.

Some people were watching from the sidelines.

Some people looked like they were just passing through.

Some calm and collected people had already blended into every direction.

Some had mixed into that crowd of commoners.

He slowly picked up a wine pot and threw it down from the window.

Bang.

Some people looked like they were just watching the excitement.

Jiang Xuan was still in that restaurant.

The Sipahis' cannon fire was still so fierce that it was hard to fend off.

The wine pot shattered upon impact.

The Dark Night Legion began their operation.

From time to time, cannon fire would directly blast a squad to pieces.

Except for the beginning when Ahmed dared to send out the Janissaries, for the days that followed, Istanbul was almost entirely suppressed by these Sipahis!

Ahmed was puzzled as to where these Sipahis had gotten so many advanced Cannons! With such a range, even this thousand-year-old city could barely withstand them.

The situation on the city walls was chaotic.

With the death of Sultan Mustafa, the emotions of the entire Ottoman were now fully erupting.

Those who had already been unhappy with Ahmed's high-pressure policies organized themselves into groups and headed toward Istanbul.

Annoyed!

Furthermore.

Tsarist Russia was watching.

Over in Europe, they were also stirring.

The whole world was almost just watching.

Would a former superpower just fall apart like this?

Popular sentiment.

Ahmed, who had never valued public sentiment, now seemed to have some regrets.

Everyone wanted to kick a man when he was down.

It was clear that Ahmed could not hold down the current situation, but he could not push Mustafa's only son, Hamid, to the forefront to appease the public sentiment either.

However.

The development of events no longer allowed him to regret.

Amidst the raging cannon fire, the impregnable Istanbul was about to be breached from within.