Chapter 891: The Fall of the City

"Bang!"

At this moment.

In the northernmost part of Liaodong.

Niu Chaofeng watched quietly as, following a loud explosion in the woods not far away, quite a few tall and sturdy men and women were blasted out from the forest.

Following that.

Many of the brothers under Niu Chaofeng's command rushed up at the first opportunity.

The two sides launched a ruthless slaughter in the area around the Erguna River.

"Hahahaha, a few hundred foreigners, and they dare to oppose us! Boss, these people really don't know what's good for them!"

A lackey nearby laughed heartily.

Yes.

In the recent period, Niu Chaofeng's territory had expanded, and it was simply massive. In the entire Liaodong Economic Special Zone, with the atmosphere of reclaiming wasteland and building factories flourishing, there was no one who didn't envy Niu Chaofeng, this "big boss" who had suddenly emerged! Of course, envy was just envy; no one dared to have other ideas, after all, everyone knew that this Niu Chaofeng had the backing of that great mountain, Liu Zheng.

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Niu Chaofeng kept expanding, and an official from Liaodong Prefecture followed him to help with the Confirmation of Rights. So, that was how it was. The Longyan Dynasty was using this private name to occupy these lands. After experiencing a month of "lying flat," Niu Chaofeng began to encounter some indigenous people.

Although there were not many of these indigenous people, most were still in a relatively primitive tribal state.

But indigenous people were still indigenous people.

Therefore.

Niu Chaofeng's territory grew larger and larger, and more and more "ownerless land" fell into his hands.

Ownerless land, fertile ownerless land.

He suddenly felt that his previous question was truly a bit naive.

What did it mean to ask if he should continue heading north?

For the first time, he understood why Vice Minister Liu thought so highly of him—yes, he needed such a person to help him charge into battle, help him enclose land, and help him do these dirty things.

He asked the official responsible for the Confirmation of Rights if he should continue heading north.

The official smiled meaningfully.

Niu Chaofeng shuddered all over at that moment and understood instantly.

These scattered small tribes were no threat to him at all. Because the "armed forces" under his command now had reached five thousand men!

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

Consequently.

Niu Chaofeng waved his hand—continue!

Damn it!

No one had expected this.

Just a kid from the countryside like this had managed to expand the territory of the Longyan Dynasty by nearly one-third in just a few months.

These brothers, although they had not undergone any military training, were still very fierce when fighting.

Under Niu Chaofeng's instructions, they would drive them away if they could, and try not to kill if they didn't have to.

It was another smooth sweep.

Ahmed was destined to lose.

From the moment he killed Mustafa, even though he, as Grand Vizier, had controlled the court for many years, he had already lost once he lost his legitimate status and a legitimate heir to the throne appeared in opposition to him.

Artillery fire bombarded continuously.

In any history, what could be called a tragedy was absolutely the darkest and most miserable experience a city had ever endured.

Istanbul was just like that.

When Hamid appeared outside the city and gathered these leaderless Sipahi Cavalry, coupled with the support of the people's hearts, this army almost became an invincible existence.

Ahmed fell into despair.

For the first time, he experienced a situation where he called to heaven but received no response, and called to the earth but received no answer.

Even the emotions of the common people in the city fell into chaos.

The cavalry charged continuously.

Arrows flew across the sky incessantly.

When Hamid announced that his father had died precisely under a cold arrow from the Grand Vizier Ahmed, his prestige had reached its peak, and reinforcements from all directions of the Ottoman Empire came surging in. Istanbul, this city that had always been the existence of Ottoman glory, was destined to become a besieged city.

Suppression!

Iron-blooded suppression!

The ruthless Janissaries seemed to have long foreseen their own future, so they also wantonly devoured the common people in Istanbul. From the initial suppression to direct slaughter, then to burning, killing, and looting, and then to rampant rape...

Every day, Janissaries were killed, and every day, generals were assassinated.

Finally.

The already crazed Ahmed roared.

These "outsiders," when facing the great army attacking the city outside, had no achievements, but they had plenty of methods for these unarmed common people.

At first, they attributed all their actions to defense needs.

But in the end, when the pressure brought to Istanbul by those Sipahi became greater and greater, these Janissaries began to grow greedy.

It was in chaos.

The entire Istanbul was in chaos.

The loss of control of the Janissaries was inevitable. During the time of Suleiman, these Janissaries were given too much power and privilege; they occupied many key positions in Istanbul during that period. The Sultans' attitude toward the Janissaries fostered their disregard for the law, the royal family, and the authority of the Divan. The Sultans' combination of kindness and severity eventually turned into pandering to these Janissaries, blindly condoning their transgressions. From that time on, it seemed that the foreshadowing for today's Istanbul Tragedy had been laid.

The civilians of Istanbul were being consumed at a terrifying speed every day.

Of course.

During this process, their resistance also made this group of out-of-control Janissary pay a heavy price.

On the twenty-third day of the siege, Ahmed was struck by a stray arrow and fell into a coma from his severe wounds.

This, in turn, left this group of Janissary with even less restraint.

The first item of burning, killing, and looting—burning—was performed by them to the fullest extent. Before the exterior of this thousand-year-old ancient capital, Istanbul, had even been breached, smoke and flames were already rising everywhere inside, with fires soaring into the sky.

Hamid intensified his offensive, and the Janissary intensified their madness.

The ones to suffer, naturally, were this city and the civilians of this city.

When it was exactly the thirtieth day of the siege, the city gates were finally breached. A full three hundred thousand Sipahi Cavalry, led by Hamid, charged into Istanbul, but by this time, the glorious city in their eyes was already devastated and littered with corpses.

Consequently, the conflict grew increasingly intense.

Their eyes also grew increasingly bloodshot from the slaughter.

Correspondingly, the offensive of the Sipahi Cavalry led by Hamid outside the city also grew increasingly fierce.

Better late than never.

The Sipahi began a frantic pursuit and slaughter of the Janissary within the city, who had long since lost their will to fight.

After they breached the city, they had long since blocked all of Istanbul's exits.

Hamid's eyes were bloodshot.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Seven days.

The over one hundred thousand Janissary inside the city turned into corpses, piled up in the city Square.

The Sipahi set fire to the Janissary's training facilities, burned down their camps, and burned down their training institutions. Countless Janissary began to flee, but they could not escape the encirclement of the Sipahi Cavalry.

Consequently.

Seven days.

Their corpses burned fiercely in the raging fire for seven days and seven nights.

The stench was carried by the wind for thousands of miles.