Chapter 726 The Master Is Not Here

The Karamanli family returned to Tripoli with thousands of Egyptian craftsmen given by Franz. The first thing they did when they came to power was to announce the severance of all ties with the United States.

The Karamanli family, led by its best leader Yusuf Karamanli, tamed the Tuagher tribes to the west, defeated the Bedouins to the east, and even brought the desert tribes in the south under its command. Its ruling territory was no different from Libya at that time.

Yusuf Karamanli built schools, opened handicraft workshops, learned advanced technology from the West, and took advantage of the European war to actively develop business and establish his own merchant fleet.

When the Kingdom of Tripoli was thriving, the Americans discovered that war money was indeed easy to make.

The Americans easily doubled their territory during the Napoleonic Wars. I won’t go into details to avoid talking about hydrology.

In short, by chance, Tripoli was targeted by the Americans.

Washington directly appointed William Eaton, the American consul in Tunisia, as the commander of the naval fleet and decided to provide some small help to the Berbers in Africa.

For example, overthrowing the Tripoli government and establishing a pro-American regime.

Soon they found a poor guy, Yusuf Pasha's brother. With the occupation of the port of Derna by the US military, the Tripoli Civil War officially began.

However, the US military at that time was really bad. In the battle with the African natives, they found that they were the party with greater losses. It took 1.5 US soldiers to kill a Tripoli native.

In the end, Washington had to pay compensation and withdraw its troops amid domestic condemnation. However, this civil war interrupted the development of Tripoli, and it was eventually taken over and became a direct jurisdiction of the Ottoman Empire again.

Fortunately, the subsequent Ottoman Pasha was also a bad person. Coupled with the further transfer of the commercial center to the Atlantic and the impact of the Turkish-Egyptian War, Tripoli soon became a place where no one lived.

Then the Karamanli family obtained a group of armed Egyptian craftsmen by spying for Franz, and under the escort of Austria's "armed merchant ships", they regained their homeland almost without bloodshed.

Now the largest industry in Tripoli is actually the port, which mainly relies on foreign merchant ships to consume and earn extra money. Of course, some special services are also provided secretly, such as buying and selling slaves.

In addition, there are olive oil, wool, and various handicrafts, but the prices of these things are very low, but they are enough for the Karamanli family entrenched here.

It is enough for them to raise an army that can control the entire coastal area of ​​Tripoli.

The whole family also keeps a secret, that is, a deep pit of hundreds of meters.

Almost no one knows what this deep pit is used for, but since the Karamanli family regained power, they have been recruiting civilians to dig in the deep pit.

Because there is no reasonable explanation, and people often die in the deep pit and cannot go home, over time, rumors of monsters in the deep pit have spread.

In fact, they were looking for oil, which was naturally what Franz asked for, because Austria did not really need a desert.

Oil is the blood of future industry, and Galician oil alone cannot afford the entire Austrian Empire, not to mention that Franz had to consider the allies of the German Confederation, so North African oil was necessary.

At this time, the Karamanli family and the first few thousand Egyptian craftsmen actually constituted the ruling class of Tripoli at this time.

Although it has not been a few years since the restoration of the country, the internal contradictions in Tripoli are more serious than Franz thought. The whole country is like a boiling pot that can explode at any time.

The Karamanli family did not care about the Chechen envoys who came to visit at this time. After all, they were just puppets used by Franz to pull strings. They could not do anything without the order from above.

And the Chechens really did not know how to raise their heads. The Austrian side clearly sent so many gifts, but the former did not know how to return the gifts.

Before, they even killed the special envoy who was responsible for contacting them. Although that was an Austrian envoy, he was a member of the Karamanli family.

Although some of the tribesmen wanted to retaliate, they were just puppets after all. If Franz, the benefactor, did not speak, they could only let it go.

Unable to fall out with the Chechens, and not wanting to upset their master, the Karamanli family casually sent a butler to deal with the matter.

The purpose is to eat and drink well, and not know anything when asked.

Abidi Zabul was the butler of the Karamanli family who was responsible for the contact this time. He did not even want to let the envoy of the Imam Khanate enter the city.

In a courtyard near the port of Tripoli, Abidi Zabul arrived late.

Although he kept saying sorry and his face was full of guilt, he kept silent about the aid.

Ibrahim did not want to continue wasting time with the running dogs of the Karamanli family in front of him.

"I just want to ask you one question, are you going to send troops?"

"I am just a small housekeeper, you have to find Master Heshan for this matter."

"Where is that Heshan? I am the servant of the great Imam Shamil, I represent the Imam Khanate, I want to talk to him!"

Ibrahim's tone was very excited, and he had no appetite for the delicious food.

As for wine, it was even more contraband in their doctrine. Looking at the group of blasphemous guys in front of him, he felt even more angry, and his tone could not help but carry a bit of murderous intent.

Abidi Zabul didn't react much, but Ibrahim's men put down their food and slid their hands to their waists.

"Yes, you can talk to Master Heshan in person."

After hearing Abidi Zabul's words, the atmosphere in the field suddenly eased a lot.

"Then please take me there." Ibrahim's tone was also much more relaxed.

Abidi waved his hand, "Don't worry."

"How can I not be anxious? Hundreds of thousands of Russian troops are rampaging in our homes. They kill people and burn houses. Those who don't have time to escape are either hanged or become slaves. We."

Ibrahim said excitedly, because before coming here, he saw Chechens in the Slave Square in Istanbul.

Ibrahim pulled the slave traders to the corner and beat them up. He learned that these Caucasian slaves were sold to them by the Russians.

It is obvious that the Russians are serious this time. They want to completely kill them.

At this time, Abidi continued.

"But Master Heshan is not in Tripoli."

"Where is he?" Ibrahim asked, grabbing Abidi's distash.

Distash = Arab robe.

"Let go."

Abidi said coldly, but Ibrahim did not mean to let go, but lifted him up with both arms.

"Tell me!"

There are many strong men in North Africa, and Abidi did not take the reckless man in front of him seriously. Moreover, this is his territory, and it is absolutely not the turn of a group of mountain bandits to be arrogant here.