Surrender without a fight!

The surrender of Cairo without a fight is, in some ways, symbolic of how unpopular the Turks were to rule here.

In fact, the most fundamental reason was the indirect rule of the Turks in Egypt, which led to all this, and when the Mamluks lost their support, or the Mamluks chose to stay and protect themselves, the Turks' rule in Egypt came to an end.

After the Mamluks withdrew to their fiefdoms, the somewhat self-aware Ali Pasha withdrew from Cairo, leaving the province of Egypt to the Copts.

"Soon, half a year at most, I'll be back again!"

Despite Ali Pasha's swearing, he was hanged by the Sultan's orders before he could even return to Istanbul. At the same time, the Turkish Sultan began to deploy troops to quell uprisings in the Balkans, Bulgaria, and Egypt.

At the same time as the Turkish Sultan was sending troops, in Egypt, the Copts, who had suffered a thousand years of enslavement, were cheering for the formation of a new state, and as true Egyptians, for the first time in a thousand years, they were no longer called "Copts" by foreign invaders, but were able to call themselves "Egyptians".

Egypt is the Egypt of the Copts, and the Copts are the real Egyptians!

Millions of freed Copts cheered there, and many Copts who had converted under pressure from reality were rebaptized and reconverted. For the first time in New Egypt, the Copts became the masters of the country.

While the Copts were cheering, a grand wedding was also being prepared. The wedding was held by the future king of Egypt, a prince invited by the Coptic Church from the Ming Kingdom, who had been baptized by the Church and became a student of the Bishop of Alexandria. As for his wife, she was the daughter of the Maxim family.

After the wedding, the Copts will have their own king.

"It's just a bunch of idiots!"

Saisi, who was riding on a camel, said in a lazy tone.

"How did a prince of the Ming Kingdom become their king."

"No, if that's the case, they'll just make one of us their king."

Mulder grinned.

"We, believe me, the Copts would rather have a Catholic as a king than a Mamluk or an Arab, after all, they need a Coptic king."

"In other words, as long as you have the same faith as them, it doesn't matter who the king is."

Ceci said as he held out his index finger and pointed to the sky.

"Prophet forbid, those people must be insane."

"Crazy? Now I don't know how many Egyptians have gone crazy, they have actually betrayed the faith and changed back to heresy, if it were not for the ...... They will be killed by the mob before we even give the order. ”

"But now everything is different!"

"Yes, everything is different, in the past apostasy was killed, but now, the Coptic Church is behind them."

Everything is changing!

Once upon a time, after Egypt was conquered by the Arabs, whether under the Dimi system or under the "Miller's system", the Copts had to bear heavy taxes and endure all kinds of discrimination, and eventually a large number of Copts abandoned their faith for various reasons. After thousands of years of rule, the Copts in Egypt continued to abandon their faith, they became fewer and fewer, and this group of Egyptians was constantly marginalized.

Just as the Copts were seeing their land replaced by Arabs, a sudden uprising changed everything, and a large number of Copts who had been forced to convert to the Coptic Church after the uprising changed their faith and returned to the Coptic Church.

For all this, these Mamluks saw it in their eyes, and naturally they were worried in their hearts.

"Hey, if it goes on like this, it's not a good thing, you know, according to the agreement we made with them, those Arabs are all under our rule."

Sisi reminded his friends that the Mamluks were not Egyptians, they came from a variety of backgrounds, and many were even Armenians or Europeans, and even though they had lived in Egypt for hundreds of years, they did not "become" Arabs like the converted Copts.

Mamluk will always be Mamluk. They may have the same faith as the Arabs, but only faith.

"The prophet testified that the rule of the Copts could not last."

"Even if it can't last, for us, we must surrender to them now."

"It's only temporary! By the time the Turks come again, everything will be over......"

Soon, they ended their chat, and when they came to greet them, these Mamluks from all over the country were extremely respectful. And without exception, each of them brought expensive gifts.

"Venerable Mr. Fisher, where are we going now?"

"Saladin's Castle!"

Fisher, who greeted the arrival of the Mamluks, replied respectfully.

Saladin's Citadel, located on Mount Muqetam on the eastern outskirts of Cairo, was built five centuries ago by Saladin to fight the Crusaders. The castle is majestic, in front of the castle is a green meadow, the castle is divided into the inner city and the outer city, the city has built palaces and temples, the top tower of the temple is like a sharp sword towering into the sky, and the huge dome is bathed in the sun and shines.

On March 1, 1684, almost all the Mamluk lords, numbering in the thousands, arrived not just to attend the wedding, but to sign an agreement with the king that would recognize their fiefdoms, but that they would also swear allegiance to the king and promise to lead their troops in the event of a Turkish counter-attack.

"We will witness the friendship between the Copts and the Mamluks at Saladin's castle......"

As the king of the Copts, Zhu Hemo said to the Mamluk lords with a smile at the banquet.

"Your Royal Highness, we will always be your faithful servants......"

The Mamluks also cheered, as if the two sides had really achieved reconciliation at this moment, and even at the banquet, Zhu and Mo promised that the monastery in the castle would never change its purpose, and even promised to protect everyone's faith.

"Don't talk about proselytism anymore, neither the Copts nor the Arabs will be affected in any way in Egypt in the future."

When the young Zhu Hemo made such an appeal, it was naturally exchanged for a burst of cheers like thunder, and those Mamluk lords cheered loudly one after another. Mulder and Sisi, who were in the midst of it, also cheered for the wisdom of His Highness, as if they had never complained before.

In the past three days, the Mamluk lords from all over the country have rushed here, and these unruly lords were a little worried before, until now, they are finally relieved.

When the banquet was over, Zhu Hemo personally saw off the lords, and after personally sending several big lords out of the palace gate, he looked at their figures and said.

"It's a pity they don't drink."

Because of their religion, the Mamluks do not drink alcohol. But this did not have any impact on the whole program.

"Saisi, it seems that His Highness is better to deal with than the Turks."

Mulder said to Sisi.

"It looks like he really wants to sign a deal with us."

"Yes, because everyone knows very well that without us, no one can rule Egypt!"

As the Mamluks walked down the narrow downhill stone path to the gate, a thousand Coptic soldiers were already aiming at them on the high wall, and as the Mamluks passed by, at the sound of an order, gunshots rang out and a dense stream of bullets rained down.

"Damn, we were fooled......"

Mulder shouted loudly, and like the others, he drew his scimitar and tried to break out of the encirclement, but the closed gate blocked them in the narrow passage. Behind them, more soldiers lined up and fired a constant volley at them.

Half an hour later, the gunfire stopped. The entire passage was soaked in pools of blood, which were filled with corpses, and to the groans of the wounded, the Coptics with rifles ended their lives with bayonets.

"Your Highness, it's all over, and no one has slipped through the net!"

Alexander's report made Zhu Hemo nod silently, and then said.

"Elsewhere, let's do it too! Don't let anyone go, everything goes according to plan! ”

On March 1, a massive manhunt was launched throughout Egypt, and the remnants of the Mamluks were either killed or fled from Egypt in a hurry. However, in just a few days, the Mamluks, who had occupied the upper echelons of Egyptian rule for hundreds of years, were directly wiped out physically, and as a group, they even disappeared directly. Their tax-inclusive territories were confiscated and nationalized.

"It's all over?"

Faced with Alexander's report, Zhu Hemo asked rhetorically.

"Yes, Your Highness, except for some of the Mamluks and their troops in Margan, the rest of the Mamluks have been settled."

Alexander's tone was extremely calm, he did not expect that everything would go so smoothly, let alone that His Highness would use his wedding to completely solve the problem of the Mamluks physically, and there is no doubt that this is a good thing for the Copts.

"Well, according to the plan, distribute their land to the peasants, first of all our generals and soldiers, who will become the new landowning class of New Egypt, who will be the social basis of our regime, and then the Copts, and we must treat everyone fairly......"

There has never been such a thing as equality, and the substitution of one ruling class for another will inevitably swallow up its wealth, and as for the ordinary people, it is just a fluke to get some leftovers.

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