Under the citadel of the port of Tripoli, first of all, the port area was heavily guarded, in which the barracks were also located, and then the commercial area and the residential area of the city.

The inhabitants of this circle were Wu Xin's soldiers and residents who lived here during the reign of the Knights Hospitaller.

On the outer floor, there is a neatly planned farm, with dozens of households as the core, and then the outer area is newly renovated land suitable for farming.

Wu Xin mixed immigrants from Hungary and Zuwara and the original inhabitants of the port of Tripoli, but there was no such arrangement in the vast outer areas, the agricultural areas formed by absorbing the fragments of the plane.

Thousands of plane migrants who remembered thinking they were Egyptian exiles were all gathered together.

Among the houses of various sizes and heights, a large manor house stands out, with three floors of rooms and a rather solid façade on the periphery.

There is a minaret in the center, from which you can see most of the port of Tripoli except for the core fortress, and you can also see all kinds of movements in the surrounding kilometers at a glance.

When Wu Xin was holding a dinner party, in the hall of this manor, a dinner party that was not inferior to Wu Xin's banquet was also going on.

There is a wide variety of meat and vegetables, and of course there is also seafood sourced from the market, but the main food is not the traditional Mediterranean bread, but layers of flatbread.

Although Wu Xin's religion does not prohibit alcohol, there is almost no wine at his banquet, and there is a pile of good wine here, and the Lord of the Star and Moon who does not care about them at all is actually forbidden to drink.

Driven by alcohol, men and women hugged each other without hesitation.

Moreover, this hall is brightly lit, and hundreds of candles reflect the disgusting food of this group of people very clearly.

If Wu Xin was here, he would recognize it. These people were all Mamluk nobles who had been fooled by him.

Dozens of people are reliving the good life of the people in Egypt.

"This port of Tripoli is such a great place."

"It's really okay, it's okay."

These are a few more contented Mamluks, but they are not mainstream.

The other Mamluks were eating and drinking and provoking each other.

"Okay, you don't even have a Star Moon Temple, and you can't enslave the believers of the Dark Sun and the Lord of Flames. What kind of place are they here, this is the Black Continent! ”

"Yes, yes, all the fat in the city belongs to those so-called true God believers, and we can't speak at all."

"The most hateful thing is that kind of court, which often makes some unreasonable and inexplicable judgments."

A few drunken Mamluks were still not satisfied with their current lives.

But they can't go back to their old lives.

Although the Ottoman Empire, after conquering Egypt, invited the Mamluks back. Let them act as Istanbul's agents in Egypt.

"It's farther than the Nile."

"The Nile is so good, why don't you go back!"

"Isn't that nonsense, just like you, as soon as Lao Tzu goes back, he will be hanged by them."

But not all of the Mamluks could be pulled back, and only those who were not so entrenched in the area and had no blood feud with the Ottoman Empire were appointed as agents.

Of course, by the time of Napoleon, these Mamluks were already deeply entrenched in the local area. But in the beginning, the roots of this group in the local area were very shallow. Thus, even though the Ottoman Empire was in decline, Egypt did not naturally nurture its own resistance forces.

In general, the Mamluk agency system was relatively successful.

The background of Mamluk, which was absorbed into the main plane, was the kind that was inferior to the Ottoman Empire.

However, this does not mean that they wholeheartedly support Wu Xin.

"The thought of giving the pagans in the castle food makes me feel uncomfortable." A Mamluk said that they were officials in Egypt. In the port of Tripoli, it has become a community, and the gap is not small, "We have more than 4,000 people here, I think we can give it a go." ”

"Oh, we're a lot of people. But those dead people don't support our cause at all. "A few people who went to the city to do business came back and spread rumors, saying that the official tax rate of the port of Tripoli is very low, and it is not at all official six or four people, so that other ordinary people do not want to pay taxes to us, and they say that no matter what faith they are, they can get the same judicial power, and some people even want to hand over the conflicts at home to the court of those infidels, ahh ”

This is really not Wu Xin deliberately messing with them, but the plane's self-correction.

Wu Xin's tax agency is equal to nothing, so these Mamluks are also tax collectors, they pay very little to Wu Xin, but they collect a lot, otherwise they will not be able to maintain such a life.

There is also the judicial power, which these Mamluks, as usual, monopolize and organize underground courts, which do not allow the people to complain to the port of Tripoli.

And the common people are living in difficulty, naturally some people will do some small business to subsidize the family, as soon as they enter the city, they will naturally know the real tax rate, and Wu Xin's fair way of doing things.

"Bastards, they are all bastards, without us and the organization, these ordinary people would have been captured as slaves by the infidels, if we hadn't appeased the masses for them, how could these heretics be able to control so many ordinary people?!" The person who scolded was Ahabibeyi, who was still Wu Xin's enemy after he came back to life, "I see that most of the nearby residents are also believers in the Lord of the Star and Moon, and the same is true of several nearby tribes, we have a total of five or six thousand people, and there are only three or four thousand people who believe in those evil gods, I think we can completely liberate the port of Tripoli from these heretics!" Hulapala Charal! ”

"Hulapala Charal!" Several Mamluks agreed, and they all judged from the population that they had a chance to win.

The current life is okay, but being an official is definitely better than now.

Not to mention that the port of Tripoli also has white women and silver.

Sitting at the top was Murad Beyi, who had no memory of being killed by Wu Xin. There is no hatred with Wu Xin anymore, but the conflict of interests is still there.

However, he is still the same old and lacking sharpness, he is actually satisfied with the days of eating and drinking, he waved his hand: "The current tax on us in the port of Tripoli is very low after all, let's raise it a little." It should be able to get them to give us the exclusive right to trade, and not let the common people into the city, and they won't be cranky. ”

Ahabibeyi didn't say anything, he still had a problem with drugs, in fact, it was just a momentum, and after the momentum was over, it would be tears again, and he had no energy at all.

His slave girl saw that he was no longer good, and immediately picked up a hookah that had been hot for a long time and handed it to him. Amid the sound of "pop", Ahabibei fell silent with satisfaction.

Several smokers took turns to follow up, and one by one they poured themselves into a daze.

Although the hookah sucks up most of the smoke, it inevitably leaks some breath.

"You damn Ahbi, see when you run out of smoke."

"You're not going to go to your room and smoke quietly! Do you have to come here to be greedy? ”

It's not that everyone in Mamluk takes drugs, but seeing that Ahabibeyi smokes a lot, everyone naturally needs to relax a little.

There is no big smoke, and the second-level goods are always enough. Murad Bey's butler quickly loosened a large basket of sun-dried Carter leaves.

This is an after-dinner dessert with the characteristics of Xingyue.

Soon some people who were provoked by Carter Ye began to shout: "Kill into the port of Tripoli, grab money, food, and women." ”

Someone else shouted: "I heard that the port of Benghazi to the east is almost untenable." Why don't we contact His Majesty the Caliph and see if there is an opportunity to abandon the darkness and turn to the light? ”

However, most of the Mamluks could not accept this kind of thing, and immediately someone shouted in a louder voice: "No, what kind of caliph is that Turk?!" He is not at all the heir of the messenger! ”

"Who is going to surrender to the Turks, who?!"

"It's better for us to cooperate with the Hasf family in the west, the Hasf is the real caliphate!"

"The Hasf family is not protecting itself. I think His Highness Highness Hareddin is the real overlord of the Mediterranean! Although he was nominally subordinate to Istanbul, after the occupation of the state of Tunisia, the mountains were high and the harry was far away, and his pirates could not govern the country, so if we took refuge. I'm afraid that if there is no place, Tunisia will not be our world in the future. ”

"Fuck off, we are Mamluks, descendants of heroes who fought against the Mongols, how can we mix with pirates?!"

"We're going to build our own state, and then we're going back to Egypt! Then conquer Anatolia and fight to Istanbul! ”

Later, these Mamluks were ashamed to speak as if they were not a group of lost dogs who had lost their troops and territory, but were still the masters of Egypt, a powerful Mediterranean country.

They had endless fantasies, ranging from the recapture of Egypt to the conquest of the Ottomans to India, where milk and honey were plentiful.

Others were so stimulated by Carter Leaf that they lost their minds and pulled out their scimitars and slashed indiscriminately.

The banquet, as usual, entered the stage of getting out of control again, and Murad Beyi also felt a little upset when he looked at his subordinates.

He grabbed a handful of Carter Leaf and stuffed it into his mouth, and then Murad Bey was suddenly agitated.

Carter leaf has many disadvantages, but it does have the ability to make people think quickly in a short period of time.

After taking this bite of Carter, Muradbey suddenly realized that the Mamluk who was supposed to be on duty at the minaret was also talking there, and looking at the way his eyes were bloodshot and spittle, it was obvious that Carter had eaten too much.

"Ahru, didn't I let you eat on the minaret? Why are you here? Who keeps guard on the minaret? Murad Beyi roared, and with a slam he spilled most of the good wine out of his glass.

The Ottoman caliph knelt on the ground and begged for mercy after entering Istanbul with the appearance of Ahlubeyi, and when he heard Murad Beyi call his name, he was immediately agitated.

There was going to be a big banquet tonight, but it was his turn to be on duty, and he had been scolding for a long time, but Muradbeyi had people bring him food and drinks, which was somewhat taken care of.

So he was going to stay on the cold spire, but when someone called him, he couldn't help it.

This act of abdicating the guard post is an absolute capital offense under military law.

But he quickly calmed down.

He said with a big grin: "It's okay, it's okay, I let those little rabbits keep an eye on it, and besides, in the past few days, we have killed dozens of Diao people who are going to Tripoli Port to petition, which dead people dare to make trouble?" ”

This Mamluk Egypt is all destroyed, where is there any military law? Kill those Diao people, Lao Tzu also made a contribution.

Wu Xin has to adapt to these plane immigrants, and these plane immigrants are also self-adjusting, but the methods of adjustment are different, and the results will be different.

Muradbeyi was so angry with this Ahlu that he was just herding sheep.

This was the case for the entire Mamluk group, and when it arrived at the port of Tripoli, it lost its authority even more.

Although everyone is a "Bey", in fact, there is still a clear distinction between superiors and subordinates, but Murad Beyi has lost Egypt and has lost his prestige, and now he can still be the leader by relying on a little inertia, and he can actually no longer control the situation.

Murad Beyi pondered whether to kill a chicken and re-establish rules for the monkeys.

"Bang dang!"

However, before he could make up his mind, a loud bang rang out, and then an ominous sound of fighting reached his ears.

The main seat of the hall was facing the gate of the manor, and Murad Beyi looked at it, and it turned out to be the gate of the manor that had just fallen with the "bang".

The gate was burning, and the big iron gate was not directly pushed down by manpower, but was first weakened by a fireball bombardment, and then pushed by a dozen people together.

In fact, the big iron gate is not so easy to attack, if the defender can use the bucket prepared in the gatehouse, or can use crossbow arrows to counterattack when the enemy approaches, or can push the equipment used to block the door to the gate in time, this manor will not be breached so quickly.

The treasury of the manor has weapons and armor that can arm hundreds of people, and if properly arranged, it is enough to become a thorn in Wu Xin's side and a thorn in the flesh, and through long-term perseverance, it can win good compromise terms for them, or make Wu Xin pay a heavy price.

This is actually the last benefit that the original fragments strive for for their own spokesmen when the plane absorbs, a small fortress that can protect them.

Unfortunately, most of the time it is people who decide the outcome of a war.

Of course, there should have been someone watching there, but Mamluk, who was in charge, was also eating and drinking, but Muradbey didn't notice.

One of the black-armored warriors, holding a two-handed sword with fire, was charging at a great speed, ignoring the Zhuang Ding in the courtyard. (To be continued.) )