Chapter 1110 Big Vitch is the scapegoat
The eyes of the whole world are staring at Constantinople!
Two huge armies were gathering towards Constantinople. At the beginning, almost everyone thought that the Chinese who came from afar would rely on the walls of Constantinople as their support and use their leisure to replace them.
But the next series of operations of the Ming army blinded their eyes. They directly crossed the Bosphorus and occupied Kadekoy and Beykoz. After completing control of the two sides of the strait, they occupied Kaltar eastward.
The old city walls could not stop the Ming army's attack, but in just a few days, the Ming army had swept away many cities in the east and west of the Bosphorus Strait. The Ming army's active attack made Muhan Wude seem extremely excited.
Field battle!
That's what they are best at!
So with the order, nearly 200,000 Ottoman troops advanced towards the Qaltar region. On July 5, the rangers of both sides had contact, but no one took the initiative to attack.
The appearance of a ranger means that the enemy is right in front of you.
In the suburbs of Gebze, the Ottoman battle flag composed of stars and moon fluttered in the wind, and above the field, there were soldiers like forests.
Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Ottoman Sultan Guards, wearing white hats, Ottoman-style uniforms, and flintlocked muskets, stood silently. Dozens of battalions, including at least hundreds of companies, formed this terrifying lineup.
This is an extremely large army!
The so-called Sultan's Guards are the private property of the Sultan, or the soldiers are actually slaves. These guards formed by collecting blood tribute have always been the most powerful army in the Ottoman Empire. Now this team of more than 40,000 soldiers is arranged in a strict formation and has launched a team in the wilderness.
All the officers stood at the throne, carrying white hats on their heads. The sea breeze blowing from the Marama Sea blew on the faces with a serious expression, but no one moved.
Perhaps, their appearance is characterized by typical Albanians, Serbs, Croats, and Armenians. Their parents are Christians, and they are Sultan slaves under the Imperial Blood Tribute. Although they are slaves, they are undoubtedly extremely devout believers and are the most reliable army of Sultan. Over the past few hundred years, many great figures have emerged from this army. Many guard officers ended up in height, and even in the past few hundred years, two-thirds of the Ottoman Empire's Great Vizier came from these Christian slaves.
The bright future attracted the soldiers of the Guards to fight one after another until the last moment. They were wearing white high hats and lined up their neat teams. How could this kind of killing and lineup be something that ordinary troops could withstand?
This is an invincible guard!
Mohammed IV looked at the army in front of him, his own guards. It seemed that they were indeed unrivaled.
Indeed, these soldiers who have undergone strict screening and strict training since childhood are extremely powerful. They have been trained extremely strictly since they entered a young age. In addition to receiving strict military training, these Christian slaves also have to learn culture. They say they are soldiers, but in fact, they can play the role of officers in any army. To put it bluntly, in order to ensure that they are living in the capital for debauchery, they have treated these Christian slaves who have been plundered since childhood as personal training, trained them as officers, and cultivated officers as officials. Then they use these people to control the power of the court and local governments. Why use them?
Because their power comes from the Sultan, they are useless without the Sultan, they are just slaves! That's all!
Due to its well-trained Guards were the most terrifying force among the Ottoman military machines. It is also the core of the Ottoman military machines. Even among this army of 200,000 people, this Guards, which only have more than 40,000 people, is still extremely conspicuous.
"This is my guard!"
Mohammed IV said, looking at them,
"With them, I can conquer the whole world!"
The reason why I am so confident is that in Europe in this era, the combat effectiveness of this professional army whose official rank is determined by military merits is unquestionable.
Of course, this army was not just tens of thousands of guards. In order to recover Jerusalem, Muhammad IV recruited troops nationwide. Anatolian Turks, Berbers, Arabs, Tatars and servants of the National Army, a total of 200,000 and 350 various artillery troops were assembled in Istanbul a month ago. After a mighty southward journey, he returned to their starting point again, but this was to recover Istanbul from the hands of the Chinese.
Now they arrived at Gebze again, and once again they were reviewed in front of the Sultan, staring at the army, Mohamed IV said to Great Vizier Ahmed.
"My Great Vicil, now I will hand over this army to you, and you will take back our Istanbul! Please rest assured that your Majesty is waiting for your Majesty's return!"
But at that time, what was left in the palace?
Ahmed couldn't help but think that the intelligence that he had learned before had been transported away by the Chinese!
Those cunning Chinese actually landed from the Gallipoli Peninsula, and the fortress in the Dardanelles was completely removed.
However, those Chinese were also arrogant. They actually gave up defending the city and chose to fight in the field, which was simply a prophet's blessing. This is also the reason why he gathered all his military strength. As long as he defeated the Chinese in the wild, he could easily regain Istanbul.
"Then I'll wait for the good news here!"
Mohammed IV said with a smile.
After a brief military parade and command handover ceremony, the army led by Great Vizier Ahmed set out in a mighty manner, while Sultan Muhammad IV stayed in Gebze to hunt; if the war was victorious, then the credit was the Sultan, and if the war failed, it would be convenient to blame the Great Vizier; this was the tradition of the Ottoman Empire, and of course Ahmed was very clear about all this. This was the tradition of the Ottoman Empire. Victory belonged to Sudan, and the blame belonged to Great Vizier. Similarly, his brother Kara Mustafa Koprulu knew very well.
"Brother, if you fail..."
Before Kara Mustafa could finish his words, Ahmed Koprulu said.
"This is impossible. After all, with the blessing of the prophet, the Chinese made a very stupid decision. In the field, we will definitely be able to defeat them!"
The eldest brother's answer made Kara Mustafa's mind slightly sink. He escaped from Istanbul, of course, hoped to recover Istanbul, but he cared more about personal power. He cared about the interests of the family. If he could choose, he would definitely choose the interests of the family first. After all, for everyone, the family is the most important thing. As for the Sultan, it is not important. When needed, he can completely replace it with a new Sultan.
Although he thought so in his heart, he just nodded and said to his elder brother's answer.
"I hope everything goes well!"
Chapter completed!