At noon in January 1893, the sun was high, the heat was rolling, and the air seemed to be filled with sparks. Sitting in his adobe palace, the respected Chief of Kuwait, Sheikh Mohammed, was looking at him with the same sparky eyes.
Staring hard at the British man in front of him.
"Go back and tell that shameless villain that Kuwait is the territory of the Sabah family. No one has the right to take it away. We will use our blood to defend the land left by our ancestors." He said through gritted teeth, his nostrils like angry bulls.
It's still blowing hot air.
After he said this, the Arab warriors standing on both sides immediately held small scimitars and raised their eyebrows with murderous looks.
"Dear Lord Sheikh, I'm very sorry. My boss has made it very clear. Although you are the former lord of this land, His Majesty the Great Emperor has chosen a new manager for her as the great
The Governor of Kuwait appointed by His Majesty the Emperor must come to perform his duties.
And you must hand over your authority to him. This is what a loyal minister should do. If you continue to block his entry into the city in an unfriendly way, then he can only think that you are rebelling.
At that time, as the Governor of Kuwait, he had to fight against the rebels until this land returned to the hands of His Majesty the Emperor." Harold, a lawyer from London, said seriously, as a full-time lawyer and big boss of Jinyuan Company
The tasks assigned must be done well, and this kind of robbery must comply with legal procedures.
"I made it very clear that Kuwait belongs to the Sabah family, and even the emperor of the Ottoman Empire has no right to give her to others." Mohammed said viciously, and he was indeed very angry when he said it.
Although Kuwait belongs to the Basra Province of the Ottoman Empire, it is only a nominal territory. The Sabah family has ruled here for nearly two hundred years. The condition for voluntarily submitting to the Ottoman emperor was that the Sabah family continued to rule here, and this has been the case for more than 20 years.
This relationship has been maintained very well, but it is a bit outrageous to suddenly have a Kuwait governor who wants to take over the land left by his ancestors.
After initially receiving the news of this sudden disaster, he also conducted some negotiations. Unfortunately, the Ottoman emperor, who had already received 50,000 pounds, would never offend a big man who was making great changes in Europe for a small port that only belonged to him in name.
, so his appeal is destined to receive no mercy.
Having no way to appeal to the emperor, he wanted to go to the British for justice. Unfortunately, the British, who had been encouraging him to break away from the Ottoman Empire, uncharacteristically told him that it was not convenient for them to interfere in the internal affairs of the Ottoman Empire.
Poor Mohammed Sheikh complained that the sky was not responding and the earth was not working. Just when he was determined to defend the land left by his ancestors with his blood, the Governor of Kuwait suddenly disappeared. The confused Sheikh asked about it.
You know, it turns out that the Governor of Kuwait is just a rich British man who wants to use it as his title to show off. It is impossible for a big shot like him to come here and really become the Governor of Kuwait.
It turns out that this was the case. He had been nervous for a long time. Mohammed Sheikh breathed a sigh of relief. After several months, he almost forgot about this. Who knew that this morning, two ships suddenly arrived in the Gulf of Kuwait?
There was also a large ironclad ship, and then a messenger came down and told him that the Governor of Kuwait was coming to take over the city. At this time, Muhammad almost fainted from anger, and this scene happened.
"Then Sir Sheikh, you are admitting that you have chosen to betray His Majesty the Ottoman Emperor." Harold said with a smile.
"I didn't say that, but I won't hand over my land." Muhammad is not stupid, so he will not fall into his trap.
"There is no difference. If you have not betrayed His Majesty the Ottoman Emperor, then you must hand over the management of this city. If you do not hand over the management of this city, then we will think that you have actually betrayed His Majesty the Emperor.
." Harold said.
"Yes, we just no longer obey that abominable tyrant. Kuwait belongs to the Sabah family and has never belonged to the Ottoman emperor. It didn't before, it doesn't now, and it never will in the future." An Arab warrior nearby roared angrily.
Harold shrugged, looked at Muhammad who was silent and said: "Well, Sir Sheikh, since there is a rebellion here, as the governor of Kuwait, Yangfeng Pasha will fulfill his duties as an Ottoman minister."
After saying that, the guy walked away proudly.
Boss Yang, who was on the deck of the Marauder, holding a sun umbrella, drinking cold beer, and watching his little slave girl dance Persian dance, soon received news of a rebellion in his jurisdiction, and then the guy lazily
With a wave of his hand, the cruiser USS Predator next to him immediately swung to starboard to face Kuwait City in the distance, and then the nine main guns roared at the same time. Amidst the music of the gramophone, behind Mina's twisting waist, under the blue sky
Immediately a background of blood and fire appeared.
Accompanied by the happy dance of the little slave girl, the nine 130 cannons kept pouring shells towards Kuwait City in the distance. Soon, the sound of retaliatory cannons on the city wall rang out sporadicly. It was a pity that their few coastal defense guns
The range was less than one-third of the 130 cannon. It added a few water columns to Mina's background in vain, and it also attracted retaliatory artillery fire. In less than ten minutes, the city had no ability to fight back.
Boss Yang enjoyed this long-lost feeling of killing. He was like a god who controlled destiny, watching the ants struggling in vain under his feet. The four-meter-high tower in Kuwait City that had not been built for more than a hundred years had not yet been built.
The majestic city wall was being bombarded by large-caliber heavy artillery. Sections were reduced to ruins. Smoke columns from shell explosions rose from time to time in the city. It was obvious that the Arabs in the city must be feeling very happy at this time.
This guy is also very satisfied with the training level of his men. Of the nearly 400 crew members on the Predator, only 100 are white men recruited in Europe, and the rest are all Chinese recruited in China. Half of them are from the Mawei Sea Battle.
Although the survivors have gone through several months of training, it is still surprising that they can perform at such a level.
The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and the Kuwait city wall facing the sea had been basically flattened. This ancient castle was like a girl who had her coat stripped off, trembling and waiting for him to **.
"Go and ask them whether they will surrender?" Boss Yang waved his hand and ordered the bombardment to stop, then called Harold over and said.
Harold shrugged and took the boat back to Kuwait City. In this devastated city, under the eyes of sorrow and anger, he once again conveyed Yang Feng's request to Muhammad.
"Dear Sir Sheikh, let me give you a personal advice. Don't struggle in vain. You will not end well if you fight against people who have as much money as sand in the desert. If you are obedient, you will give up.
Kuwait might even get a generous reward." Harold said with pity.
"The Sabah family has no habit of surrendering. They have the ability to act like a real man and pick up swords and guns to fight us to the death." Muhammad roared.
"Tch, a real man should be like me, drinking wine, listening to music, holding beautiful women in his arms and watching others cry." Boss Yang Feng dismissed his challenge, but he did not further bombard him, as far as Kuwait is concerned
If a small place is really bombarded for a long time, it will basically be flat.
"I am a kind person. If the Sabah family is guilty, how can its people deserve it!" This guy let out a pitiful sigh. Mina, who was kneeling next to him, wisely lay on his lap and put a piece of ice on a toothpick.
The watermelon was brought to his mouth. This little Persian slave girl still can't speak any of Yang Feng's languages. However, she was trained in the Ottoman hougong. Not only is she a good dancer, but her ability to observe people's emotions is also first-rate. Of course, her skills in bed are also first-rate.
, which comforted Boss Yang’s lonely soul.
Of course, this guy is just talking. In fact, he is now waiting for his ground troops. Six merchant ships carrying 2,500 people of the Chinese and Western mixed coalition forces are coming from Western Australia day and night. They have been going on for three months.
The highly trained Gan Army mercenaries, led by European officers, will serve as the main force in this counter-insurgency campaign. By the way, these Arabs will be used to test their quality. If they work well, Yang Feng plans to recruit another three thousand to form a brigade.
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At the same time, five hundred cavalry were coming through Basra Province. These are the security guards of Imperial Oil in Persia. But they are security guards, but their combat effectiveness is stronger than that of the regular army. Two hundred retired British veterans who participated in the first Boer War, and then
Add in 300 Chinese workers recruited from the United States, Maxim machine guns, Gruson guns, Lee-Enfield rifles, automatic pistols, and even 82 mortars, and it can definitely be said to be armed to the teeth.
There is also an artillery unit on board the Predator, equipped with four-door Bofors-made Miss 75. This battle will also be a comprehensive display of arms.
But what surprised Yang Feng was that the Kuwaitis actually had helpers. Of course, they were not helpers. They actually took refuge here. The leader of the Najd royal family, who was driven out by the Rashid family, was a teenage boy.
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"What do you think that guy's name is?" Yang Feng curiously asked the British businessman who came to report the news. The war between him and the Sabah family did not have a big impact on the businessmen in the city. In fact, these guys welcomed Boss Yang more.
"Abdul Aziz bin Abdulrahman bin Faisal Al Saud." Haider, the tobacco dealer, said with a smile on his face as he looked at the banknotes in his hand.
"Keep it simple." Yang Feng said impatiently. He now hated the smelly and long names of these down-and-out nobles.