Chapter 727 The devil in the pit
On the side, the soldiers of the Karamanli family stepped forward with Rumhe spears, but they were immediately counterattacked by Ibrahim's men.
In the flash of lightning, five against eight, but four of the latter fell, and the remaining four were firmly controlled.
Although Abidi was surprised, he still didn't let go. He just felt a bit of fear looking at the bloodshot eyes in front of him, like hungry wolves.
Abidi felt that the other person did not dare to kill him, but Ibrahim's hand continued to tighten until the former's face turned red due to difficulty in breathing.
"Ahem. Mr. Heshan went to Austria for business and won't be back until next month!"
Abidi felt the hands holding his throat loosen, but before he could be happy, he was lifted up by a strange force. Abidi felt that the world was upside down, and he fell rapidly.
"Croak!" A sound.
Ibrahim directly poured the Karamanli family's butler to the ground. The latter's neck was twisted in a strange way and he looked like he would not survive. The remaining Karamanli family soldiers were wiped out by scimitars before they could scream. neck.
The musicians and dancers who were too scared to move just now screamed and wanted to escape, but the elites of the Imam Khanate did not give them a chance.
Soon the fine wool carpet was soaked with blood, and Ibrahim spread out a map.
"Send a signal and ask the brothers who remain on the ship to prepare for the attack. We will take advantage of the chaos and go directly to the palace.
As long as we control the head of the Karamanli family, we can control this city. They have become corrupt and have become lackeys of the Europeans.
We want to take everything from them! Long live Shamir! Long live the Imam Khanate! "
"Long live Shamil! Long live the Imam Khanate!".
Ibrahim only brought more than 300 people this time. In theory, it is impossible for such a small number of people to occupy the largest city in Tripoli.
A week later, Franz looked helplessly at the crying man in front of him.
Yes, this man is Heshan Karamanli, the actual ruler of Tripoli. It is hard to imagine that a city with more than 20,000 people was conquered by 300 people, and his uncle became a puppet king.
"Archduke Franz, your most loyal servant Heshan is asking for your help. We have found the location of the black oil, and those devils must have come here for this."
"Are you trying to say that you suffered this disaster because you were doing things for me?"
Franz didn't like this statement very much, and he didn't like being kidnapped morally.
And he knew very well that the great powers had not realized the importance of oil, and it was even less likely that the Chechens, who lived in a corner, knew about it.
At the same time, Franz has grown up and there is no need for him to act harmless.
Heshan Karamanli swallowed. He traveled between the Austrian Empire and Tripoli all the time. He was very aware of the gap between the two and quickly changed his words.
"No, Archduke Franz, I mean those devils may try to rob the wealth in the pit."
"If anyone wants it, you can get it. I don't care if you leave a few more barrels."
Franz didn't like this kind of temptation at all. If he couldn't find a substitute, he wouldn't want to keep anyone, including the Karamanli family itself.
But let's replace this guy who can't manage his own family well and is too careful. Franz was not afraid, but he felt there was no need to waste energy and cause trouble for himself.
Franz's words made Heshan Karamanli's heart sink. He thought that the other party did not know that he secretly stored oil.
"It seems that there should be an informant from the Austrian Empire around me, so I should clean up after going back." Heshan Karamanli thought to himself.
After some bargaining, Heshan Karamanli will pay 3 million Ottoman liras and five years of olive oil exclusive privileges as a reward for hiring Umbrella mercenaries.
(The Ottoman lira was a very unstable currency, with an exchange rate of almost 30 to 1 with the British pound. However, it rapidly depreciated under Megid's reforms and by this time had depreciated to 40 to 1.)
Three million Ottoman lira is almost 75,000 pounds. For this amount of money, Franz would have to dispatch at least two thousand mercenaries and a dozen ships.
At the same time, because of the possibility of attacking the city, the mercenaries also brought twenty cannons.
However, the battle went much smoother than expected, and the dock was captured with almost no effort.
After that, the puppet army of the new king did not resist much. At first, they hid behind the city wall and dared to shout.
However, after two volleys of artillery fire, the city walls made of sand, soil, bricks and stones collapsed, and the morale of the defenders completely collapsed.
The city garrison of more than 2,000 people surrendered without any suspense. Heshan Karamanli felt that his money was not worth the money.
In front of the Royal Palace in Tripoli, Heshan Karamanli looked at the cannon in front of him and the neat mercenaries behind him. He suddenly felt that it was time to show off his kingly style.
So the nominal Pasha of Tripoli, the de facto king, walked to the palace gate.
"People inside, listen, I am Heshan Karamanli, Pasha of Tripoli, King. I order you to surrender immediately, otherwise I will not forgive your sins, and God will also treat you."
Hearing a burst of gunfire, Heshan Karamanli stared in disbelief at the white robe that was seeping blood from his chest with his eyes wide open. He pointed his hand in front of the void and fell on his back.
"Pasha has been shot! Fight back! Fire!"
Several artillery pieces have already been loaded, and the ignition rod is fastened to the fuse. The sound of artillery fire immediately covered up the noise of human voices
Ibrahim inside was blown to pieces before he could be happy. At this time, Franz's mercenaries had already installed new high-explosive bombs, and the huge noise just now shattered the former.
However, Ibrahim was a veteran who had experienced several years of guerrilla warfare. He immediately ordered his men to fight back, hoping that the gunner who had just performed the miracle would continue to perform miracles and kill all the gunners outside.
However, the miracle never happened. Until the end of the battle, no soldier could hit the gunners hundreds of meters away.
The battle ended in an overwhelming victory, and both the false king Seyyed Karamanli and Ibrahim were captured.
The former claimed to have been coerced, but his explanation was too weak.
So the Karamanli family and the local people sent him to the guillotine, and the latter was sentenced to death by stoning for his heinous crimes.
The false king is dead, but Heshan Karamanli, the head of the Karamanli family, was also shot by the rebels and died of serious injuries.
At this time, in order to quickly stabilize people's hearts, Hamed Karamanli, who had been responsible for liaison with the Austrian Empire, could only be elected as the king.
Hamed Karamanli has become a spiritual Austrian due to his long-term exposure to Austrian culture. In the foreseeable future, Tripoli will become more pro-Austrian and even Austrian.
The Austrian mercenaries did not stay long. They quickly left the country by boat. However, some soldiers' guns looked a little strange and seemed to have some telescopes installed on them.