Topkapi Palace, Istanbul.

In an exquisitely decorated Islamic conference room, the young and heroic revolutionary hero, who is currently in charge of the Ottoman army, is sitting in a chair with a gloomy face. The two pointed beards on their lips that resemble German Emperor William were shaking with tight teeth. In front of him, Taratbey, the head of the imperial political circles, and the Ottoman Navy minister Zemar, who once met with Qingying, were also full of anger at the moment; the coffee on the table had been kept for a long time, but no one was in a leisurely mood to drink it.

"According to the news sent back by Rustu from the scene, last night, the Imperial sailors who could not bear the warship being requisitioned by the British broke through the temporary positions set up by the British on the dock and boarded the warship, and were brutal suppression by a large number of British troops who rushed to the scene. More than a hundred imperial officers and soldiers were seriously injured under the British stick stocks, and more than half of them were arrested. Even Rustu himself was restricted from personal freedom, and only the right to contact the country was reserved."

Zemar clenched his fists, and anyone could hear the extreme anger in his words: "A week ago, the British had used the excuse of the Greeks' attempt to attack the Sudan Suleiman with submarines and refused to accept the warships; and this time, they completely exposed their shameless ambitions to us, and directly announced that they had carried out a shameless collection of warships belonging to my Ottoman Navy! In addition, they dared to use force against our sailors, and their arrogance and domineeringness had already been

To an unbearable level. Whatever the reasons did the British have, and before Britain was involved in the war, what qualifications were they to requisition our warship, which had paid the full payment, and even used force to suppress the legal boarding and receiving operations of the Imperial Navy officers and soldiers? These British robbers, who were more humble than the maggots in their feces, would one day be subjected to the justice of the great Allah, and would step their disgusting and proud head into the mud!"

"What has the UK made a statement about the Sudan Suleiman? Has there any reasonable compensation plan for us?" Envil, who was in charge of military power, turned his eyes to Taratbey on the side and said in a deep voice. "The purchase funds for this warship were raised through donations from the people of the country. Even the poor farmers in Anatolia donated their blood and sweat! This time, the British announced the expropriation directly, and I need them to give me a reasonable explanation."

Taratbey shook his head slightly and said, "In fact, the British did not make any substantial compensation to us on this issue. The statement issued by British Foreign Secretary Gray to us declared that it is at a time of extreme tension in Europe and they hope that we can "understand the needs of His Majesty the British government in this crisis"; and for the losses of the empire in the economy and other fields, Gray just brought it directly with a sentence of "sincere regret" with no sincerity. Even the word compensation did not appear in the entire statement at all. In my opinion, as long as the sharp opposition between France and Germany does not ease for a day, we will not be able to get this super-dreadnought that cost 2.5 million pounds."

"Bang!" Hearing Talatbey's words, Enville, who was not much older than Qingying, could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart. He suddenly punched heavily on the conference table, shaking the coffee juice on the table. His eyes were sharp. He said with words popping out of his teeth and hatred: "The British detained the warship we paid for, beat the sailors we went to receive. In the end, he refused to give any compensation. He sent us away with just a sentence of XX's 'sincere regret'! What's the difference between this shameless crime and the purest robbery?"

"Enville, what should we do now? Should we withdraw the sailors who received the battleships at the Thames estuary? Or should we let Rustu and the others stay there?" Navy Secretary Zemal slightly calmed down his hatred and anger, and then asked, "From the current situation, it is difficult for us to take the battleship back from the British."

As soon as Zemal finished speaking, Taratbey suddenly spoke: "Well, please allow me to interrupt. In fact, our naval officers and soldiers have no choice. In a statement I just received before I came here, the British have made it clear that because our pickup personnel did not comply with the law and seriously disrupted the normal production order of the Wicks Shipyard, the British have prepared a transport ship and are ready to send Rustu and his sailors back to their country within a few days."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions on Enville and Zemal's faces suddenly became stiff; the two red eyes were so red that they were bloody that they were in a strange and depressing silence.

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"Enville. You two must not be emotional!" After a while, seeing that there was no movement between the two, Taratbey couldn't help but break the disturbing depression in the room and said loudly. "The situation in Europe is still unclear. Rampant action will only push the empire into a gamble that determines life and death. Once the empire chooses the wrong camp, we will only welcome the destruction! Therefore, even if the British swallow our warships, we have no other choice except to endure it."

"I understand. Everything is for our motherland." Envel's voice was low and hoarse, with a deep fatigue and bitterness in his words. After a moment, he seemed to think of something and suddenly said: "Where is the sister ship we ordered in Germany, how is the construction progress of the Sultan Selim? The Germans will never do the same crazy things like the despicable and shameless British people, right?"

After hearing Enville's inquiry, the face of the Navy Secretary Zemal slightly changed, but his eyes still contained unconcealed concerns, saying: "In fact, the situation of the Sultan Selim, which we built at the Volkeng Shipyard in Germany, is not optimistic. Due to the Agadir crisis, the British stopped providing the 356mm double turret to Germany in the final outfit stage of the ship, causing its outfitting project to stagnate. Although the Germans began to install Krupp's 350mm naval guns at our urging and repeatedly promised that they would deliver on schedule, under the current situation, it is still unknown whether they will fulfill their promises. After all, the number of main ships of the German High Seas Fleet has been surpassed by the British fleet, and they urgently need to collect every warship to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the High Seas Fleet."

"In other words, our two super-dreadnought ships, which cost a total of 5 million pounds, will one of them be unable to return home in the end?" Enville's expression of expectation just raised was frozen on his face, and he let out a worry and despair cry. For the Turkish Al-Shabaab government, which has a lot of bad debts and most of its fiscal revenue is controlled by the "National Debt Management Commission" led by France, 5 million pounds is definitely an unimaginable huge sum. In order to raise the order funds for these two super-dreadnought ships,

The Al Shabaab government used all kinds of means, in addition to vigorously promoting patriotism, it also awarded the Navy's Medal of Honor and Merit to those big donors. Now that the ship is about to be built, the Turkish Al Shabaab government, which is full of confidence, is preparing to take over the navy's absolute advantage, and Yixue's previous shame of defeating the Balkan War. But who expected that the intrusion of Agadir's gunboat would stir up the entire European situation, and make the entire Ottoman senior management's revenge plan and dream of a strong army all become the flowers in the mirror in the water!

Taratbey whispered: "From the current situation, this incident will have a more than 90% chance of happening. But the only good news is that our diplomats in Berlin are always in full talks with the German government. The German government has promised that once the Sultan Selim cannot be delivered due to objective reasons, they will compensate them in the form of refunding the shipbuilding budget we have paid before. Therefore, no matter how bad the situation is, we can guarantee to recover half of the money."

"Envir, we don't have to be too frustrated. Greece's Salamis and Russia's Queen Maria will be completed and put into service for more than a year. During this period, we can all respond calmly with Barbarossa Heiding. Even if Germany and France start wars due to the Moroccan issue, it will be enough to decide the outcome in half a year, and our warships will also arrive at that time." Seeing that Envir was still bitter and disappointed, Taratbey couldn't help but comfort him. At present, the trend of short-term war is still prevalent in Europe. Except for Moltke, Foch, Kitchener and others, almost everyone believes that the next war will last for several months in the desperate attack of both sides and then end.

Enville nodded reluctantly when he heard this, and was about to say something, when a clear knock suddenly came from the door of the room. A moment later, a young naval officer pushed the door and walked in. He saluted the three big men present, with a brown face full of excitement.

"Why do you want to break in at this time?" Talatbey's heavy eyebrows suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Several Lord Pasha, please forgive my fault, but the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has just received a message from Berlin. Our Sultan Selim has been completed and is heading towards Istanbul!" The young officer said loudly in a voice that was somewhat strange due to extreme excitement in his heart.

Zemar was stunned for a moment and suddenly blurted out: "How is this possible? Not to mention that the Selim will be completed in half a month. I have not sent a sailor connecting the warships to Germany yet! Has it been its own mental model able to drive back to China on its own?"

"Dear Pasha, Volkeng Shipyard accelerated its construction at our request, so that the Sultan Selim could be completed in advance. This time, the Germans took the initiative to use their own sailors to manipulate the battleship; it has begun to sail towards the English Channel and is expected to arrive in Istanbul within ten days!" the young officer explained with a smile.

Enville sat in a daze, and a warm current suddenly flowed through his heart.

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