Istanbul.

"We should not only thank the Lord Zhen, but also the wise Lord Fazou. He brought the kind General Zhao Mingde here. He brought us prosperity, peace and kindness. His country and our country blessed by the Lord will sweep the pagans on the north shore of the Black Sea. Lord Zhende will bless all lands that come to Istanbul with kindness and any land blessed by His Majesty the Sultan..." A religious scholar stood in front of the podium of the Tianfang Cult Temple and introduced Zhao Mingde to thousands of believers in a sacred tone.

"May the Lord bless you." All believers shouted.

Fazo knelt on the ground, sticking his butt, enjoying the process happily, but suddenly he heard a sound of footsteps, which should not have happened. When he turned his head, he saw that the three believers actually got up, put their hands in their robes, and ran to the forum. Fazo couldn't see the movements in front of them, but he heard a few gunshots in despair......

Bang bang!

The solemn atmosphere was broken by gunfire, and most believers were awakened without knowing what happened. They looked up and saw that several people on the pulpit fell, including several religious people they respected. The donation of blood stained the elderly imam red. Just as the believers surrounded each other, there were suddenly waves of roar, and explosions occurred inside and outside the temple, smoke and blood were spreading.

"Ah, run!"

"There are assassins, there are assassins!"

Fazo was blocked by the guards beside him at the moment of the explosion, and both of them were blown out by the shock wave. The difference was that the loyal guard had his head broken by a stone, and he just fell on the stone. In the smoke and dust, the guards he brought and the people who maintained order in the temple themselves were in chaos.

Some guards protected their master, while others ran to the forum to check the situation, and some were unlucky people were trampled to death by the runaway believers. But in the chaos, Fazo saw with his own eyes a guy covered in blood being held by his guard, holding a cigarette pistol in his hand. But a temple guard ran over and killed the assassin without saying anything, and disappeared into the chaos.

Two hours later, Fazo finally stabilized the situation in the temple and came to the Chinese museum in Istanbul. However, he saw that the museum was busy. People blocked the door and windows with things and were distributing weapons. Fazo knew that the assassination made the Chinese people completely nervous. When he arrived in the bedroom, he saw Zhao Mingde, who was tied to the table, biting a wooden stick in his mouth, and a doctor wrapped in white cloth was fiddling in his stomach with a strange-shaped fixture. Finally, the thing was taken out, and with a click, an irregular lead bullet was placed in the copper basin.

"General, you are so lucky." The doctor said to Zhao Mingde.

Zhao Mingde sneered: "I was shot twice on my shoulder and stomach. Are you lucky?"

The doctor smiled: "You are lucky that the bullet hitting your shoulders completely passes through, and the bullet hitting your stomach is blocked by something. Although it has become fragments, it does not harm the internal organs. And the better part of your luck is that you choose me as the doctor who is in this crazy country, so you will most likely survive, but your shoulders may not be able to operate properly in the future."

"Your next task turns the most likely chance of turning it into affirmation. I don't want to die in this ghost place." Zhao Mingde complained. When he saw a human face in the window, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, because this attack was completely different from the negotiated script.

"General, Lord Fazo is here." said the guard.

Zhao Mingde nodded slightly, and Fazu was brought to Zhao Mingde. Zhao Mingde said: "Old Fazu, I'm sorry, I'm using anesthetics now, so I can't hold a long talk with you. So please say something directly."

"I see the people in your hall distributing weapons and building fortifications..." Fazo said.

Zhao Mingde nodded: "You are now on the scene when you assassinate. You should have heard the assassinators shouting to kill pagans and chanting religious slogans. They are crazy. I don't know how many such madmen are in this city, but we must prepare in advance. I will fall asleep next, so the museum will be temporarily closed. When I get up, our mission and the Chinese in the Ottoman territory will leave. It's that simple."

"Did you mean the negotiations broke down?" Fazo asked.

Zhao Mingde said: "It can be said that the last time my guard commander was killed, you did not catch the real murderer. If it were not for the invitation of the Khazil Imam, the negotiations would have been put on hold indefinitely. But now, we have been assassinated again. Under your heavy protection, in your most sacred temple, in front of that Khazil, oh, by the way, how is he? Do you need my doctor to help you see it?"

"General, there is no need for this. When we carried you back, Mr. Hazil had already passed away. Unfortunately, he was hit in the head and throat by a bullet." said a guard.

Zhao Mingde shook his head slightly: "It's really bad news, he's really innocent."

But Fazo interrupted these words and said, "General, please don't leave. We can postpone the talks. We can..."

Zhao Mingde firmly rejected Fazo and said, "Old Fazo, you and I know that the real murderer behind the assassination pointed to Mustafa Great Vizier. He is commanding your army on the North Shore of the Black Sea to fight against Russia. Don't say you don't want to, even if you want to investigate, you will not point the finger at a Great Vizier at this time.

As far as I know, Great Vizier maintained close contacts with our King Yu. They even discussed the major events of war privately without telling the Emperor of Shin Kyung. Even in this case, our delegation was still assassinated twice for only two reasons. The first is that our negotiations were involved in your bloody political struggle with Great Vizier.

The second is that your Great Vizier wants to use this method to make our emperor misunderstand what his brother wants to do in the distant Western border. This is what we really cannot accept. The former means that the negotiations will not be successful, while the assassination will never end, while the latter is despicable provocation and division. As the envoy of the empire and the envoy appointed by the emperor, I must fight back with the toughest way, so the negotiations have been cancelled, Lord Fazo!"

Zhao Mingde did not give Fazou any chance to explain, so his lover directly sent him away. When Fazou walked out of the hall, he still ordered the imperial guards to be stationed around the hall and the two surrounding blocks that were not allowed to approach. However, he did not know that in the second half of the night of the day, the delegation rushed to the port one after another.

Fazo, who returned home, lost his composure for the first time, angrily slaughtered everyone's women and servants who wanted to show their gratitude to him, smashing almost all the tools in the study. He could not bear the negotiation that was about to achieve the right result at this time, and he didn't even know how to explain to the Sultan the next day.

Fazor had to reconsider Zhao Mingde's words, that is, whether these two attacks had anything to do with Mustafa. You should know that the two reached a political alliance before the New Year and used foreign trade negotiations to obtain the military operation of King Yu Li Junwei in Southern Russia. Although the first assassination pointed directly at Mustafa, Fazor believed that it was a frame-up, but now he had to think about this, because the Kazil Imam is the core figure of his sect and can also exert influence in the Sudan. The death of Hazil's death has a great blow to his strength.

"Master, you are finally back. This is Hassan from Crimea." The housekeeper walked in and brought a humble man. Fazo recognized Hassan as the personal slave of the Great Khan of Crimea at first sight. When he was in contact with Crimea, he led the Great Khan's guards to be responsible for security and daily life.

"Hasan, was it your Khan who asked you?" Fazo asked.

Hassan nodded: "Yes, Khan did not let the villain bring letters, because everyone who left Crimea will be thoroughly searched by sea or by land. Only the villain's mouth and head will not be found.

The Khan asked me to tell you that in the next month and a half, an army from the East, including at least 40,000 soldiers and 20,000 slaves, as well as at least 50,000 horses and 600 vehicles, would cross the Don River and arrive at Ijium through our land. All farms must provide excellent services and daily necessities to the army at reasonable prices, and when they see a huge blue tent, everyone, whether slaves or nobles, must kneel down to the nobles inside, and they must not be disturbed.

And this order did not come from the original intention of Khan, but was issued directly by Vizier."

"What a bad news." Fazo sat on the ground, completely believing that it was Mustafa who was disrupting trade negotiations. The reason why that guy supported it was because the negotiations must be successful before he could launch the new year's offensive again. But now, I don't know what method Mustafa used to directly convince Li Junwei. In this case, there is indeed no need for trade negotiations to be carried out. After all, the main support of the Armenians and other merchants in the Ottoman territory was Mustafa.

Fazo was stunned, and the housekeeper quickly asked Hassan to go out. When he came back, Fazo was crying, but there was no sound, but tears were flowing. Fazo said, "Wine, I need wine."

"Wine...well." The housekeeper ordered someone to get it. He knew that his master had been strict with himself since he was a child and had never drunk alcohol at home. However, one failure defeated Fazo. Fazo drank a lot, lay on the sheepskin carpet, and murmured: "Maybe I'm leaving here, maybe I'm leaving here."

On the White Deer merchant ship, Zhao Mingde, who was carried onto the ship with a door panel, saw a man sitting in his room, Mahmoud. After letting everyone leave, Zhao Mingde asked coldly: "These two shots on me are not in the script, or in the script in your heart, I should be dead now, right?"

Mahmoud shook his head: "General, please believe that I have nothing to do with this matter. I am just responsible for contacting. The assassin is the person from Mustafa. It has always been like this. I am sorry for such a thing. I think it should be Mustafa's doing it."

Zhao Mingde asked, "Why did he do this?"

Mahmoud said: "In my understanding, it should be because of greed."

Mahmoud briefly explained that in his impression, Mustafa was selfish and greedy, but as a great Vizier who was in charge of a country with a population of more than 30 million, Mustafa would inevitably weigh the trade-offs and he knew very well what was fundamental and what was superficial.

It is basically his position as Great Vizier. This must be guaranteed by winning the Southern Russian battlefield. The premise of victory is that Li Junwei leads his troops to participate in the war. When the imperial army enters the territory of the Crimean Khanate, this is already irreversible. Therefore, in order to obtain Li Junwei's promise, Mustafa can do any bad things. When Li Junwei's promise is fulfilled and guaranteed, Mustafa will pursue superficiality and broader interests.

Those merchant groups who vassed him and provided him with wealth could be protected by Mustafa. Khazil was a thorn in his side and used it to remove it. As the envoy of negotiations, Zhao Mingde could kill him, and he could make false real, so that the negotiations would be completely stopped and the interests of merchants would be guaranteed.

After hearing this, Zhao Mingde shook his head slightly and didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that it was just because he was an insignificant little person, and Mustafa would not consider his life.

"Okay, Mahmoud, I won't pursue this matter anymore. Now you can send a letter to His Highness Yu and tell him that everything can be done according to the plan." Zhao Mingde sighed and said.

Mahmoud shook his head: "No, I won't go in person. General Zhao, I can follow your White Deer to Suez Port, and then cross the Lu Gorge to the Red Sea. I know that in the Indian Ocean, there must be a fleet waiting to be on the battlefield and ready to join this war, and it is also a familiar place for me. In fact, my commercial interests have only entered the north in recent years because of His Highness Yu."

"But why should I take you with me? You can go by yourself." Zhao Mingde said lightly.

Mahmoud had no choice but to say, "It will be great benefits for you to bring me with you."

"Is it money? I'm not very interested in it." Zhao Mingde smiled.
Chapter completed!