(This chapter needs to be revised after an hour and a half.)
"Quick, everyone, keep up."
On a rugged and winding mountain road, a group of Italian officers and soldiers were moving forward quickly under the command of an officer.
The tax included had already wet their military uniforms on the mountain, and the water vapor had been emitted from the military caps. Every officer and soldier was panting as they ran.
The previously noisy Istanbul has gradually returned to calm, but its residents can still feel the difference from the past. Among other things, there are more officers and soldiers in the city, and a large number of officers and soldiers patrol, making the city's security much better. Those streets
The scoundrels who begged for food were all huddled at home. However, although Istanbul had become different, Hamed Riza, as the new Ottoman Minister of War, had been staying in the Ministry of War during this period, and consulted the Ministry of War's policies in detail.
material.
These days of busyness, forgetting sleep and food, naturally allowed Riza to understand the Army more thoroughly, and precisely because of this, he felt that the previous slogan had become a hot potato.
Currently, there are not many guns and ammunition stored in the army warehouse. In addition, the new recruits are not only lacking weapons, they are also lacking everything, from military uniforms and quilts to marching pots and even military boots. Many recruits are still wearing their own outfits, and if they carry
With a gun on, you look like a bandit who is robbing homes and homes.
These tasks require coordination, distribution, and procurement by the Army Department. These tasks keep the lights of the Army Department on all night long, and officers can be seen at any time because of their busy schedule.
Hamed Riza, who had just squinted for a while, washed his face with cold water to sober up, then continued to sit behind his desk and started to work.
"Bang bang bang!"
There was a knock on the door, disrupting his train of thought.
"What's up?"
Riza, who was forced to withdraw from work, raised his head and asked.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellencies Sabah al-Din and Ahmed Rissa are here to visit."
The two men mentioned by the secretary are Riza's right-hand men. Although Riza became the Minister of War after the mutiny, other members of the Al-Shabaab currently do not have a good position to place them.
However, since it led the mutiny this time, Al-Shabaab has a good prestige in the military and is able to control the army.
At present, the people of Al-Shabaab are not doing nothing. Controlling the army is the most important thing to them. Therefore, Ahmed Rissa and Sabah al-Din, who have not yet been promoted, are responsible for this aspect.
"Hi, Riza, how are you busy these days?"
"You can tell just by looking at me. I've been doing this in the office even while sleeping these days."
After a brief greeting, Riza waited for the secretary to bring the coffee. After taking a sip, Riza looked at the two people in front of him and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to see me for this time?"
Faced with Riza's inquiry, the two of them looked at each other, and then Ahmed Risa spoke. "The main reason I came here this time is to inform you that our contact with Marshal Nuri Pasha was not smooth. He was not very good."
Willing to publicly express support for us."
What the two men said is exactly what Al-Shabaab needs urgently at present. For them, mastering the army is the key to survival, otherwise a group of reactionaries can tear them apart.
Among them, if the respected old marshal can support them, it will be a huge surprise. This will allow them to take the army into their hands in a shorter time and faster. Although the old marshal was defeated in the previous war,
The altar was knocked down, but at least for now most of the officers and soldiers respect it very much.
But it's a pity that this man is a loyal supporter of the Sultan, and young people like them can't make him change his mind at all, and he won't be beaten out by the old marshal's cane, because he is well-educated.
To put it in their angry words, this old stubborn man whose mind was filled with loyalty to the Sudan was like being thrown into the toilet, smelly and hard, comparable to the most stubborn person. And they couldn't touch him, which was really disgusting.
After hearing Li Sa's words, Riza shook his head with regret and said, "This is such a pity. I originally wanted to appear in public with the marshal to inspire the morale of the people."
Although he said this regretfully, Riza immediately changed the subject. "Although the marshal does not understand us, I believe that as time goes by, he will see our sincerity."
Hearing that Riza still had some hope for Marshal Nuri Pasha, the two of them didn't know what to say.
Riza seemed to notice the emotional changes between the two people and said directly. "We should respect the marshal. No matter what, he has made great contributions to the Ottoman Empire, so we should respect him. No matter what his attitude towards us, at least
All officers and soldiers can see it."
At this time, the two of them could not understand what he meant, so they immediately nodded and said, "Don't worry, we will not let the marshal be wronged."
Looking at the two people's answers with satisfaction, Riza changed his sitting position and continued to ask. "Then what else do you want?"
"It's gone, so we won't bother you."
After saying that, the two of them were about to stand up, but at this time Riza looked at them. "No, the marshal matter is not worthy of the two of you. There must be something going on."
Riza's words immediately made the two of them feel embarrassed, and Riza immediately denied it. "Really not."
"Really not?"
"real……"
Just as Riza was answering, he saw Riza's sharp eyes staring at him, and he couldn't speak anymore.
The office immediately fell into an awkward atmosphere.
Sabahdin, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore. He broke away from Lisa who was holding him and said, "Party leader, there is indeed something else, and it is a big matter."
"What's the matter? Tell me."
Faced with Riza's inquiry, Sabahdin said directly. "Actually, this time we come, we want to ask if you will continue to fight."
Hearing Sabahuddin's words, Riza looked surprised. "Why do you ask?"
Faced with Riza's inquiry, Sabahuddin hesitated and said, "Because...because, they said that after you ascended to a high position, you have forgotten our mission."
Sabahuddin's words made Riza's face darken. He thought of a lot at this moment.
Sabahuddin, who saw the change in Riza's expression, quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I don't think so."
"I know, otherwise you wouldn't ask me in person."
After replying, Riza looked at the other party with a serious expression. "Sabahaddin. Now tell me honestly, how many people in the military camp have such thoughts?"
Sabahdin, who was frightened by Riza's expression, shook his head and said, "Not too much?"
"How much is not too much? Give me a specific number."
"Probably about one-third."
Hearing this, Riza was so angry that he almost wanted to curse, but that wasn't too much.
Immediately afterwards, Sabahdin hurriedly explained. "I have asked people to investigate this rumor. According to the investigation, it was originally spread from the 39th and 52nd divisions."
After hearing Sabah al-Din's words, Riza immediately recalled the information of two divisions in his mind. These two divisions were recruited from Bolu and Karabik, and these two places were particularly loyal to the Sudan. Thinking of this
, he couldn't help but glance at the location of the palace. It seemed that His Majesty the Sultan did not intend to sit back and wait for death.
