Four Hundred and Twenty First Coup

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Under the same moon...

Prince Dillaman stood in front of the Sultan's Palace with an indifferent expression.

Sound images echoed in his mind, including the burning port, the sadly sinking fleet, and the teachings of His Holiness the Sultan before he was imprisoned. He said, "It doesn't matter if the coast fortress is destroyed, as long as Milani Castle is restored." Back in our arms, Muscat remains our impenetrable tomb of the saints. 】

But all the scenes will end with the same scene. Bashar Hassadi stood in the middle of the rebels in pain, and said to him with his lips, [Your Highness, wait for you to become the Sultan and then come and tell us these words. Now you are just an impulsive young man, you can't do anything, and you can't promise anything...]

Dilaman shuddered violently.

What's going on here?

Those words were obviously not said by Bashar, but by the stateless Hassadi, why...why did I remember them 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 will never have those wild ideas, as long as he can save his country, he is willing to sacrifice everything without hesitation!

But... is there a difference?

What Roy Hassadi said was the truth, no matter who said this vicious sentence, the truth is the truth.

what to do?

The night wind blew Dilaman's skirt, Lieutenant General Deziaz, whose legs were broken by torture, was pushed over by the palace guards in a wheelchair.

The lieutenant general's face was full of distorted hatred: "Your Highness, everything is ready."

"Ready...ready?" Dillaman's mouth became dry, "All?"

"We love this country." Deziaz's voice was passionate and high-pitched, "For the rebirth of the country, we are willing to give everything!"

These words infused Dilaman with strength.

He was upright, and said in a low voice: "Then report it... use our sins to renew the country..."

"The second prince seeks to see His Majesty the Sultan!"

"The second prince seeks to see His Majesty the Sultan!"

"The second prince asks to see His Majesty the Sultan..."

With a sound of communication,

Dilaman soon saw the tired Sultan in the luxurious bedroom.

Sultan is still wearing formal clothes. Ever since the British blocked the Gulf, he has been unable to eat or sleep well. He has not even known the news of the disappearance of his favorite fourth princess and youngest son.

In front of Guoshang, there is no selfishness.

The sultan paused for a moment with the scepter in his hand, and cheered up: "Dillaman, today's cabinet meeting...someone suggested that I hand over the Portuguese, and I was reprimanded..."

"The British have been bombing the port area that was burned to the ground long ago. This is very effective. Our citizens cannot forget the tragedy of burning the port night in the sound of gunfire. The hearts of Muscat are floating, and it has begun to hurt our rule... ..."

"Father!" Dillaman knelt on one knee with his head down. "Father, I have failed. Milani has made up his mind to go. They are afraid of the great crime of treason, and they are afraid that they will be punished by us anyway."

"This is necessary!" Sultan squeezed the scepter angrily, "Their sins deserve death, their lives can deter those hearts that are about to move, this is necessary!"

"But I have to appease them." Dilaman raised his head expressionlessly, "As you said, Milani Castle is the key to defending Muscat, and it must be in our hands."

Sultan narrowed his eyes: "Then what are you going to do, my dear son? Do you want me to pardon them?"

"No, they made other demands." Dilaman took out a short gun from his arms and put it in front of him, "Please father fulfill the obligation of a sultan, and sacrifice himself to the Xu country."

Sudan's pupils suddenly tightened: "You... you want to plot rebellion?"

"Father, please fulfill the obligations of a sultan and commit yourself to the country." Dillaman knelt down on his knees and bowed heavily.

"You... crazy!" Sultan gasped, "Guard! Guardian!"

A dozen or so heavily armed Sudanese guards burst into the room.

The sultan curled up on his throne, trembling and pointing at his favorite son.

"Dillaman Saeed is crazy! He wants to assassinate me! Capture him, no! Shoot him, kill him!"

"Father, please fulfill the duty of a sultan and commit yourself to the country!" Dilaman kowtowed again.

All the guards knelt down while he kowtowed: "Please fulfill your obligations and pledge yourself to the country!"

Boom!

...

On the night of January 18, 1785, there was a coup in the Aram Palace, and the second prince Dilaman led the Sudanese Guards to assassinate the king and the king.

On January 19, Sultan Dillaman came to the cabinet, and Deziaz was promoted to marshal, took charge of the cabinet, and became the prime minister. The eldest prince Elamanhe was sentenced to the kingdom and imprisoned, and the gate of Jalali Castle was closed immediately, avoiding the envoy of the Sultan.

On January 20, the Sudanese envoys went to Milani Castle to announce the pardon, but Major General Hasadi refused and asked the Sudan to proclaim it himself as a token of his grace.

On the same day, the scheduled shelling of the port area ceased.

On January 22, the Sultan of Dilaman knocked on the gate of Milani Castle under the escort of a group of 1,000 people from the Sultan's Guard.

The guards did not encounter any artillery fire during the climbing process, the British seemed to be under control, and the Muscat war was looming...

A piece of 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 downwards and dissolves into the mountain.

Such mountains and rocks make Harar Mountain look layer upon layer, like a thousand-layer shortbread, with delicious fillings sandwiched between the pastry, flowers and plants, shrubs, clever birds and beasts, and ulterior motives the Jaeger.

Pierce knelt on one knee on a pile of sandbags, held the telescope, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

300 meters away is the gatehouse ramp of Milani Castle. The small place is full of green figures like a grassland.

There is only one white line in the middle of the green, which is the new Sultan Dillaman, and there are several dark green lines around and opposite him, which are officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel in both camps.

Pierce found Bashar bin Hasadi in the crowd. His face was blushing with happiness, and he danced and danced when he spoke, like a young boy who was proud of his brother.

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

Pierce pursed his mouth and put down the telescope, stretched out his hand, and Sanmei Xiao who was beside the sandbag immediately handed him the writing board and pen.

"The distance is 307, the height difference is 12, the included angle is 72.5, basically upright. The wind direction is northwest west, the wind speed is 3.5 knots, and the wind direction is stable. Ballistic, ballistic..."

He quickly drew curves on the paper, mixed straight lines into the curves, and listed all kinds of strange formulas beside the straight lines.

"Third sister."

"Ah? Master, I'm here!"

"We got into trouble in Africa, bro let me watch. You know what I saw?"

Third Sister Xiao frowned earnestly, and only wanted to understand one thing, that is, Pierce might not be expecting her answer.

So she said nothing.

Pierce smiled silently: "I see power."

"The Drake Chamber of Commerce has the power endowed by capital, and Portugal has the power brought by national power. The value of the power will affect the development of the situation. It doesn't matter what we really did, what matters is what is finally recorded."

"We shouldn't launch raids off the coast of Mombasa, because Drake's power is no match for that of Portugal. We shouldn't hesitate in Gakhilil, because the Sultanate is nothing to Drake."

"We did two things wrong in a row, so the situation was pushed to the worst situation by our own hands. It was we who forced Brother to launch an aggressive war, bought allies with the huge interests of the Sultanate, and then used the power of allies to even us out The gap with Portugal."

"This is the reality of this war, a balance, a few weights, we are at least one of the trays, and the Sultanate is just a box for the weights."

"The sultan and the colonel on the opposite side of the mountain have been unable to see the reality clearly, so they can only be pawns. The major general next to the colonel can see the reality clearly, so he came from behind and eventually replaced his younger brother."

Having said that, Pierce paused, stuck out his tongue, and tapped his lips lightly.

The wet saliva made the flow of the wind clear, he dropped the writing board and pen, and stretched out his hand towards Sanmei Xiao.

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

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