"Praise be to you, Prince Mustafa, the leader of the Ottoman Empire, the shadow of the Lord of the Stars and Moon on the earth. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Upon entering the room, Muhammad Ali immediately knelt on the ground and kissed Mustafa's boots while uttering a eulogy.

Mustafa did not like these words, they were all passover words, which belonged only to Suleiman the Magnificent.

"Get up."

Although the other party's words were not very good, what could Mustafa expect from a small nobleman in a marginal province?

Mustafa didn't want to listen to him, he wiped his sword and asked without looking back, "How are things going?" ”

"Great Prince, in the last month there have been three thousand five hundred and fifty camels, two thousand four hundred and sixty-five horses, fourteen thousand four hundred and twenty-three sheep, and one thousand five hundred and forty-four head of oxen, which have been brought into the warehouses."

The Egyptian Mamluks rarely spoke such fluent Turkish, and his reports were not only detailed in numbers, but also extremely precise in their wording.

"In order to receive these supplies, we have requisitioned all the large and medium-sized warehouses in the city in advance, and set up an additional five large warehouses and 26 medium-sized warehouses, all of which have been cleaned and sorted out in advance, and the warehouses used to store livestock have also been disinfected and fumigated."

These few short sentences actually represent a series of extremely complex tasks.

Dozens of transport teams, hundreds of warehouses, although Egypt is not short of manpower, but to organize the department of thousands of people so well, it is by no means possible for ordinary people to do.

Although the eldest prince Mustafa had no expression on his face, he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart, he knew that the cleaning of the warehouse and the import of supplies were carried out almost at the same time, which further magnified the difficulty of organization and coordination, and it was almost impossible to work.

"I must ask you for the guilt, my work is still lacking, in recent days livestock have begun to die, as of today, thirty-three camels have died, horses have died four hundred and twenty-two, cattle and sheep losses are being counted, but it is expected to exceed five percent."

The loss of camels is actually less than one percent, although the vitality of this creature is relatively strong, but after long-distance migration, this loss rate can be controlled so low, it is still extremely amazing.

As for the slightly larger losses of horses and cattle and sheep, it is also completely understandable.

This fully demonstrates the outstanding talent of the other party.

If Wu Xin was here, he would definitely say that it was not, this is a generation of strongmen who danced between the most powerful Britain and France.

"Well, I have to continue to work hard and work hard to improve."

Although he was actually satisfied, as a prince on the throne with a complete imperial education, Mustafa was still able to be calm and angry, and to say a few words.

"The dead cattle and sheep should be cleaned up in time, and those who are confirmed to be free of disease can be rewarded, and there is no need to arrange them for the army, their supplies are sufficient, and they can be distributed to the local noble troops."

Be rigorous, but the reward should also be timely.

"Thank you, Prince, thank you." Muhammad Ali is grateful.

Of course he should, Prince Mustafa thought, how much power could be allocated to these livestock, and he could make an unknown amount of money.

He would not have known that this Mamluk, who dared to stand out, would not accept a bribe of a single silver coin.

He will do his best to distribute it fairly, and distribute most of this meat to his subordinates, which is due to the laborers who are constantly cleaning the warehouses and sorting out the numbers, and also to give the orphans, widows, and people who have no place to live a mouthful of meat.

He doesn't need money to enjoy, he wants prestige and power.

Muhammad Ali's outstanding personal ability, coupled with his extremely powerful Mamluk family and great prestige in the entire Mamluk community, allowed him to accomplish these tasks in a short period of time.

Prince Mustafa actually knows this, but he doesn't think it's a big deal.

The other party is a loyal minister.

"Your Highness." Because the question was extremely sensitive, even though it was in a secret room with only two people, Muhammad Ali kept his voice down, "The twenty-three thousand slaves paid tribute by the various tribes have been screened and identified, and more than seven thousand of them are Copts. ”

The Coptic population was about one-tenth of Egypt's, and it is not difficult to understand that among slaves the proportion was much higher.

"Hmm." The eldest prince nodded, this was an errand he had given on purpose, and he did not give further instructions.

Muhammad Ali was silent for a while, and the Great Prince's face turned pale.

Muhammad Ali was sweating profusely and finally spoke, seemingly with great reluctance: "Your Highness, I feel that these people do not deserve the honor of participating in the great sacrifice!" Only the Star and Moon Cultists can satisfy the Lord of the Star and Moon! ”

It's a good excuse, but it still gets a lot of hatred.

After such a long period of preparation, it was impossible to keep the blood sacrifice in Alexandria completely secret.

Although most of the citizens were still ignorant, everyone in the upper echelons of the Ottoman Empire knew that Alexandria was quick to invite a noble princess of the stars and moons

"Uh-huh." The eldest prince was satisfied, although he was a devout believer in the stars and moons, but his mother's strength came from the Copts, if he killed so many people at one time, his mother's feelings would not be said, and the loss of strength would not be bearable, "You are really a loyal minister, and after this ceremony is over, I dare not guarantee the governor of Egypt, the governor of Jordan or Palestine, I will definitely arrange one for you." ”

Although Egypt is not a political center, its economy is very large, and Prince Mustafa does not dare to make promises.

But this shows even more that his promise is sincere.

"When you become the governor, I will find you a sister with a gentle personality." It is also normal for a young governor to be paired with a princess, after all, there were many princesses in the Ottoman Empire.

Muhammad Ali was gratefully gone.

"Thank you." The Sultan of Mystra turned back.

"These residents need to leave as soon as possible, and they must be private." This matter was politically incorrect in the Ottoman Empire, and Grand Prince Mustafa could not afford to carry the pot.

"Don't worry, I've arranged it." There are still quite a few intelligent and capable mages under her command, "Is that Muhammad Ali reliable?" ”

"If you are reliable, I will give him wealth, if you are unreliable, I will let him die, his foundation in the Ottoman Empire is so shallow, can he shake us?" Of course, the eldest prince would not pin all his hopes on the other party being a loyal minister, and he chose this Mamluk because he considered that the other party had almost no influence in Istanbul.

Mystra nodded.

"However, the total number of sacrifices must not be less than 50,000." Most of the residents of Alexandria have already left, and there are still about 30,000 "lucky" guys left, "The sacrifice is about to start in twenty days, and you must keep an eye on this." ”

"I'll urge the Governor to make up the amount." It was impossible for Muhammad Ali to do this, and only the Grand Prince himself could move the resentful governors.

"Okay, what do we do next after the sacrifice is completed?" Mystra asked, "Hayreddin probably won't come, that heathen seems to be still in Benghazi, who to deal with first?" ”

"Go to Bulge Nisis to subdue Hayreddin, and by the way, get the port of Tripoli and Benghazi back." (To be continued.) )