Make France Great Again

"What did you say? Say it again!"

On the second night after the Sinop naval battle, a paddle steamer quietly approached the military port of Constantinople, and then disembarked and headed for the Ottoman court. When the people on the ship entered the Ottoman Empire court, the exclamation of Abdul Mejid I came from the imperial conference hall, followed by his hurried and high-pitched voice: "What happened to my naval fleet?"

"Your Majesty the Sultan!" The reporter was an Englishman in a dark-breasted British Navy uniform, who was speaking to Abdul Mejid I fluently in Greek at this time: " I'm sorry to report this sad news to you, your fleet is now completely wiped out due to a surprise attack two days ago!"

"The whole army was wiped out!" Abdul Majid I's face turned pale, and his lips twitched slightly.

Then, he raised his voice and said, "How could the entire army be wiped out! How could it be!"

"In the early morning a day ago, the Russian Empire was riding..." The British told Abdul Mejid I about what happened at that time, including after the Sinop naval battle, the Russian Empire went ashore to capture the Ottoman Empire sailors, etc.

"Where's Osman Pasha? Where is that idiot now?" Abdul Mejid I gritted his teeth and asked the British.

Although reason told Abdul Majid I that now is not the time to vent his inner anger and resentment, at least not to show himself in front of people, but Abdul Majid couldn't help it. An unnamed fire, if given the chance, he will definitely impose the most severe punishment on the culprit that led to the failure of the fleet.

However, the next sentence of the special naval advisor from Britain in front of him dispelled his thoughts.

"Commander Ottoman, he has now died in the line of duty! When we found him, his body was already lying near Sinop's fort!" The British sighed and responded to Abdul Mejid I .

"Dead?" When Abdul Mejid I heard the news of Osman Pasha's death, he fell into confusion again, and couldn't help but say: "Are you sure it's him?"

"That's right!" The British nodded affirmatively and responded to Abdul Mejid I: "I can be sure!"

Abdul Mejid I opened his mouth to say something, but found that his heart had been messed up by the news of the fleet's destruction, and he didn't know what to ask him.

"Alas!" Abdul Majid I sighed, he took off the ring set with the light blue gemstone in his hand, and handed it over to the British and said solemnly: "Mr. Slade is very grateful Thank you for your contribution to the Ottoman Navy, and also thank you for telling me the news of the destruction of the fleet! This ring is a personal gift from me, so you can like it!"

The British... No, it should be the Ottoman Navy Special Advisor Slade who shook his head and responded to Abdul Mejid I: "Your Majesty, I am also responsible for the failure of this war! If I can If you always remind Your Excellency the commander, then you will not fall into such a defeat!"

After that, Slade wanted to reject the gift given to him by the Ottoman Sultan. He needed to maintain his dignity as a navy. This war that annihilated the entire army had caused some stains on his naval career, and he had no face. Another reason to go to Sudan.

"Mr. Slade, it's not your fault!" Abdul Majid I comforted Slade: "As our country's naval special adviser, you are only responsible for organizing training for our country's navy. Mission, military orders have always been completed by our side! In the final analysis, this war is our command error, and you don't have to blame yourself for this!"

"Even so, I'm not willing to accept it!" Slade still stubbornly rejected the Sultan's reward: "Your Majesty, I can't deceive myself! As a special advisor, it is my responsibility to remind the commander to be careful of enemy ship sneak attacks. , but I didn't... Now, I just got away with it, how can I have the cheek to accept your gift!"

Abdul Mejid I and Slade are one willing to give, the other unwilling to receive.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, Abdul Mejid I spoke to Slade again and said, "Mr. Slade, do you understand the whole process of this naval battle?"

Slade nodded and responded: "I watched the normal naval battle throughout, and then followed the soldiers and fled to the residential area!"

"In that case, can you please write a detailed naval battle report for me!" Abdul Mejid I asked Slade, and then casually found a reason: "I need to take With this naval battle report, I will question my cabinet!"

"Of course!" Slade nodded and responded to Abdul Mejid I.

"Then please use this ring as your reward!" Abdul Majid I found a reason to hand the ring over again.

"This is too precious!" Slade shook his head and said to Abdul Mejid I.

"If you still feel bad about it, then please finish writing the naval battle report! Give the naval battle report to Ambassador Canning!" Abdul Mejid I responded to Slade, "This is very important to us. Very important!"

"This..." Slade took Abdul Mejid I's ring and nodded noncommittally: "I will hand over the report to you tomorrow afternoon!"

"Trouble!" Abdul Majid I forced a smile on his face before he recovered his rosy face.

Later, Slade bowed his knees to Abdul Mejid I to say goodbye: "If there is nothing else, then I will retire first!"

"Yeah!" Abdul Mejid I waved his hand and responded softly.

After Slade left, Abdul Mejid I looked at the empty palace in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

And the black **** responsible for serving Abdul Mejid I appeared in front of Abdul Mejid I: "Your Majesty!"

"Hold me!" Abdul Majid I said in a low voice to the black eunuch.

Seeing this, the black **** hurriedly came to Abdul Mejid and helped Abdul Mejid I to move forward.

With the help of the black eunuch, Abdul Mejid I staggered and sat on the throne.

"Let Marshal Mahmoud come here!" Abdul Mejid I, who was sitting on the throne, said to the black **** angrily.

Looking at His Majesty the Sultan, who seemed to be dying, the black **** asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, do you need me to send you to the palace, and then let Marshal Mahmoud go to the palace to communicate with you!"

"No! I'm right here, talking to Grand Marshal Mahmoud above this hall!" Abdul Mejid I responded to the black **** with his neck tangled.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" The black **** could only follow the advice of Abdul Mejid I and went to invite Marshal Mahmoud.

At this time it was already late at night in Constantinople, and under the light of a strand of silver thread, the black **** took a carriage to the castle of Marshal Mahmood and woke up Marshal Mahmoud!

"Grand Marshal, Your Majesty summons!" The black **** pointed and said to Marshal Mahmoud in a voice like a drake.

After Marshal Mahmoud glanced at the black eunuch, he asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, what is the matter with me?"

Then he brought Mahmoud in front of the black **** and handed a few gold coins to the black eunuch.

The black **** who received the gold coins immediately turned into a warm face and turned to Marshal Mahmoud, and said sharply: "I don't know what happened! When your Majesty talks with people, he always asks us to avoid it! However, Your Majesty After the conversation, his face was not very good, I think something terrible happened!"

Mahmoud's heart couldn't help but suddenly, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the Combined Fleet.

Wouldn't it be news of the demise of the combined fleet! Do not! Absolutely impossible, that guy Osman was still reporting their results to me a few days ago, how could it be...

A strong sense of unease poured into the heart of Marshal Mahmoud, which made Marshal Mahmoud somewhat resist going to the Ottoman court.

"Marshal, it's time for us to go!" The black **** urged the holy voice to reach the ears of Marshal Mahmoud again, and Mahmoud came back to his senses and nodded to the black eunuch.

When Mahmoud walked into the hall of the Ottoman palace~www.NovelMTL.com~ With the help of the pearls in the hall, Mahmoud saw Abdul Mejid I sitting on the throne.

At this time, he looked at Mahmoud with a blank expression, like a **** sitting on a throne.

Marshal Mahmood gave a slight sigh, and then saluted Abdul Mejid I on the throne: "Your Majesty!"

"Mahmood!" This time, Abdul Mejid I did not honor Mahmood as the Grand Marshal, but called Mahmood's name directly: "Tell me the truth! The destruction of the fleet is a matter of Not in your plan!"

"What?!" Grand Marshal Mahmoud couldn't help but tremble after hearing Abdul Majid I's response.

"The imperial fleet has been annihilated by the Russian Empire in Sinop port! I want to ask you, is this part of your plan!" Abdul Mejid I couldn't help raising his voice by two decibels. .

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Marshal Mahmoud's eyes widened, looking unwilling to believe: "Where is Osman? Where is he now?"