Under the same moon...

Prince Dillaman stood in front of the Sultan Palace with a look of indifference.

There were audio images echoing in his mind, with the port burning with flames, the fleet that sunk sadly, and the teachings of the former Sultans. He said, "It doesn't matter if the coastal artillery is destroyed. As long as Milani Castle returns to our arms, Muscat will still be our indestructible tomb of the saints."

But all the scenes will eventually end with the same scene. Bashar Hassad stood in pain among the rebels, whispering to him with his lips, [Your Highness, let's talk to us these words when you become a sultan. Now you are just an impulsive young man. You can't do anything and can't agree to anything...]

Dillaman shivered suddenly.

What's wrong with this?

Those words were clearly not said by Bashar, but by the stateless Kassad. Why... why did he remember them wrongly?

Bashar wouldn't say such things at all!

He loves this country as much as he himself and vows allegiance to this country as he himself.

He would not have those unrestrained thoughts at all. As long as he could save his country, he would not have hesitated at all!

But...is there a difference?

Roy Hassad said the truth. No matter who this vicious word comes from, the facts are facts.

what to do?

The night wind blew down Dilraman's clothes, and Lieutenant General Dechiaz, whose legs were tortured, was pushed by the guards of the palace in a wheelchair.

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

"Prepare...ready?" Diraman's mouth became dry, "All it?"

"We love this country." Dechiaz's voice was eager and loud, "We are willing to give everything for the new life of the country!"

These words injected power into Dillaman.

He said with a stern voice: "Then let us inform you... use our sins to rebirth the nation..."

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

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

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

With the news, Diraman soon saw the tired Sultan in his luxurious bedroom.

Sultan was still in formal clothes. Since the British blocked the bay, he had been unable to eat or sleep and could not sleep well. He still did not know the news that his favorite fourth princess and youngest son had disappeared.

In the face of national sorrow, there is no private relationship.

Sultan paused the scepter in his hand and forced himself to cheer up: "Diramman, today's cabinet meeting... Someone suggested that I hand over the Portuguese, but I scolded me..."

"The British have been bombing the port area that has long been burned to white land. This is very effective. Our people cannot forget the tragedy of the Burning Port Night in the sound of cannons. Muscat's hearts are floating and have begun to hurt our rule..."

"Father!" Diraman knelt on one knee with his head down, "Father, I failed. Milani's intention to leave was decided. They were afraid of the great crime of treason and were afraid that they would be punished by our Mingzhu in the future."

"This is necessary!" Sultan angrily pinched the scepter, "Their sins deserve to be damned, and their lives can deter those hearts that are ready to move, and this is necessary!"

"But I have to appease them." Diraman looked up expressionlessly, "As you said, Milani Castle is the key to defending Muscat, it must be in our hands."

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

"No, they made other requests." Diraman took out a short gun from his arms and put it in front of him, "please ask my father to fulfill his obligations as a sultan and give himself... Xu Guo."

Sultan's pupils suddenly shrank: "You... are you going to rebel?"

"Please give your father the obligation to fulfill a sultan and give his own life to the country." Diraman knelt on both knees and bowed heavily.

"You... are crazy!" Sultan gasped, "Defender! Defender!"

More than a dozen fully armed Sultan Guards rushed into the room.

Sultan curled up on his throne, tremblingly pointing at his favorite son.

"Diram Said is crazy! He wants to stab me! Catch him, no! Shoot him, kill him!"

"Please give my father the obligation to fulfill a sultan and give his own life to the country!" Diraman bowed again.

All the guards knelt down while he bowed: "Please fulfill the obligations of the Sultan and promise the country!"

Bang!

...

On the night of January 18, 1785, the coup of the Alam Palace, the second prince Diraman and the Sultan Guard assassinated the king, and the king died.

On January 19, Sultan of Dilraman ruled the cabinet, and Dechiaz was promoted to marshal, in charge of the cabinet, and became Prime Minister. The eldest prince Elamanhe was sentenced to the state and imprisoned. Jalari Castle immediately closed the city gate and avoided the sultan envoys.

On January 20, the Sultan envoy went to Milani Castle and announced the pardon order. Major General Kazedi refused the order and asked the Sultan to personally announce it to show his gratitude.

On the same day, the final shelling of the port area was stopped.

On January 22, Sultan Diraman knocked on the gate of Milani Castle under the escort of a total of 1,000 people in the Sultan Guards.

The guards did not encounter any artillery fire during the mountaineering process, the British seemed to be under control, and the light of the Muscat War appeared...

A mountain of rocks.

This rock is no different from other rocks in Haral Mountain. It has a fan-shaped top rock that thickens downwards, widens, and dissolves into the mountain.

Such rocks make the Haral Mountain look layered, like a thousand-layered crispy cake, with delicious filling sauces mixed with flowers and plants, shrubs, organic birds and beasts, and hunters with ulterior motives.

Pierce knelt on one knee on a pile of sandbags, holding a look glass, and squinted his eyes and looking into the distance.

300 meters away is the gate ramp of Milani Castle. The small area is like a grassland and is full of green figures.

There is the only white in the middle of the green, which is the new Sultan Dilraman. There are several dark greens beside and opposite him. They are officers at the lieutenant-colon level or above in both camps.

Pierce found Bashar Ben Hassadi in the crowd, his face full of happiness and flushed, and he danced with his hands and feet when he spoke, like a young boy who was proud of his brother.

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

Pierce put down his glass with his mouth and stretched out his hand. Xiao Sanmei, who was beside the sandbag, immediately handed the writing board and pen to his hand.

"The distance is 307, the height drop is 12, the angle is 72.5, and it is basically upright. The wind direction is northwest and west, the wind speed is 3.5 knots, and the wind direction is stable. Ballistics, ballistics..."

He drew curves on the paper, and doped straight lines into the curve, and listed strange formulas next to the straight line.

"Three sisters."

"Ah? Master, I'm here!"

"We made trouble in Africa, my brother let me watch. Do you know what I saw?"

Xiao Sanmei frowned seriously and only wanted to understand one thing, that is, Pierce might not be looking forward to her answer.

So she didn't say a word.

Pierce laughed silently: "I see power."

"The Drake Chamber of Commerce has the power granted by capital, Portugal has the power brought by national strength, and the value of power will affect the development of the situation. What we really did is not important, what is important is what is eventually recorded."

"We shouldn't launch a raid outside Mombasa because Drake's power is not as powerful as Portugal. We shouldn't hesitate in Gehelier, because in front of Drake, the Sultanate is nothing."

"We did two mistakes in a row, so the situation was pushed to the worst situation by us. We forced Brother to launch a war of aggression, use the huge interests of the Sultanate to buy allies, and then use the power of allies to level the gap between us and Portugal."

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

"The Sultan and the Colonel across the mountain couldn't see the reality clearly, so they could only make chess pieces. The major general around the colonel saw the reality clearly, so he came from behind and eventually replaced his younger brother."

At this point, Pierce paused, stuck out his tongue, and gently tapped his lips.

The wet saliva made the flow of the wind clear. He threw down his writing board and pen and stretched out his hand to Xiao Sanmei.

"Kentucky, the third sister, it's time to hand over the weights... it's here."
Chapter completed!