Without a reserve team, Du Qifeng just wants to play a black tiger and fight quickly. The only requirement is to be fast, regardless of smashing the Yellow Dragon, and using powerful firepower to violently dismantle the enemy's defenses.

The difference between hot and cold weapons is the difference in distance and accuracy, and the difference in efficiency between bows and machetes and muskets and cannons is completely different. Of course, the Ottomans also had muskets and cannons, but compared with the weapons of the Ming army, there was still a difference between heaven and earth.

Therefore, when the Duqi Peak Division was divided into three and rushed wildly, all the blocking and defensive means of the Kapikuru Army, which had not fought before, were all ineffective! The fire phoenix's long-range shot swept away a bloody path, and the shotgun formed a black cloud of metal, enveloping all the fish that regathered or slipped through the net.

Kaman watched the three fire dragons rush towards him, and the surprise in his throat couldn't be released! The huge Kapikuru army, which seemed to be an impregnable defensive line, could only have one ending in front of the dense metal jets of the Wing Army.

Three or five miles is just a stone's throw away for cavalry. Before Kaman could think of a countermeasure, Mao Wangzu had already killed him! The sudden impact completely crushed the will of the Kapikuru army to resist, and under the instinctive drive, Kaman's side was empty and only the corpses of the ground guards remained, and the other soldiers were far away, not daring to resist the sudden Ming army!

Carman sighed, he had understood at this moment. It is impossible for a country in the middle of the river to have such a weapon, only the Ming Empire is possible. Then it must be Suleiman who gave the order to attack, and the Sultan of Selim must have died, otherwise who would dare not listen to the orders of the ruthless? Thinking of his nephew, Carman simply threw away the scimitar in his hand.

Sismai's heart is like a roller coaster, big fall after big up. Seeing that it is difficult to complete the task, even it is difficult to protect itself, and in the blink of an eye, the situation suddenly changes, and Kaman is captured. The excited Sith Mai's chin is too wide and he is unhooked! The saliva flowed uncontrollably into a small river, and the guards around him couldn't help but laugh and helped him find a military doctor.

After being treated by the military doctor, Sismai was surprised to find Du Qifeng, and gave a big bear hug: "Dear Du, you have given me too many surprises!"

Du Qifeng glanced at Rashis Mai and pointed at Kaman: "Don't get close to Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu holds a grudge! Go ahead, don't you want this guy? I've handed it over to you, let's make it clear, this is the completion of the agreement!"

Similar scenes continued to emerge in the thousand-year-old city, and overnight, Suleiman truly took control of the Ottoman center.

When the morning dawn falls again, the noisy Topkapi Palace once again welcomes a new owner! Suleiman sat on the Sultan's throne and looked triumphantly at the members of the Council of Devan who came to the main hall one after another, well, and the brothers who were delusional about opposing him.

Grand Vizier Pargal arrived at the palace early, and he was pleased that Suleiman, whom he had always favored, was able to quietly make it to Istanbul and finally be able to sit in Selim's chair.

Aisher Hafsha, Suleiman's mother, sat behind Suleiman, looking haughtily at the courtiers below. The son is very competitive, he doesn't need to mention it himself, he leads his troops into the capital, controls the whole of Istanbul, and will definitely be a great king!

Iprahim and a few of his brothers looked at Suleiman with anger. When the Cafas stormed into Iprasin's mansion, all they could do was be angry.

The people were almost there, and Suleiman didn't need the Grand Vizier's presiding, he looked directly at the courtiers in the palace, and said slowly, "My father, His Majesty the Sultan of Selim, has already gone to heaven to serve in heaven due to serious illness two months ago. And I, Suleiman, will be the next Sultan."

Iprahim was stunned, no wonder Suleiman used force late at night, no wonder all of a sudden news from the front became scarce, it turned out that his father was dead! He wailed loudly and fell to his knees: "Father! Suleiman, my father has always been in good health, and the news from the front line also shows that the Ottoman Empire is gaining the upper hand, why is this happening?"

Suleiman snorted, his fingers flicking back and forth on his seat, and suddenly said, "Iprahim, do you know Canon?"

Iprasin's body shook and trembled. Kanon is not a piece of music, but a reference to the Ottoman system of succession. From Bayezid I to Seri

The change of power in the Ottoman Empire was accompanied by bloodshed every time. The old Sultan will help the heir kill his brother, or the new Sultan will kill his uncle and brother. It's not that Iprahim doesn't care about the canon, it's that the news of Selim's death didn't reach Istanbul, and he didn't dare to do it!

Yusuf's eyes widened, and he suddenly wept bitterly, and he took a step forward and knelt at Suleiman's feet and kissed his shoe: "Dear Suleiman brother, no, great Suleiman Sultan, please leave me alive, I will never fight with you for anything!"

Suleiman looked indifferently at Yusuf who was prostrate at his feet, and nodded: "Yusuf, I know that you will not compete for the position of Sultan, but you have always been on the side of Ibrasin, which I cannot tolerate!"

"Sismail!" The Grand Vizier Pargalle did not need Suleiman's orders, it was better to do this kind of thing himself.

Suleiman smiled and shook his head, "Canon is a tradition of the Ottoman family, and I don't mind personally ordering my brother to be killed. Thank you for your kindness, Pargalle. Sismail! Kill all my brothers, and if you can, let them die without bloodshed, and it will be my mercy!"

Zhou Qishan was cold, it was worthy of being a barbarian country, and it was a tradition to kill his brother? Oh my God, what if the heir dies unexpectedly? What if the heirs are born fools? It's unbelievable!

Iprahim suddenly rushed at the guard, drew the scimitar at his waist, and flew towards Suleiman on the steps! And Yusuf, who was prostrate at Suleiman's feet, hugged Suleiman's thigh and bit it!

More than twenty princes suddenly attacked and rushed towards Suleiman! In addition to the soldiers of the Ottoman Guards serving as guards in the main hall, there was also a company of Duchifeng. Bang! The revolver in Du Qifeng's hand rang out, and the bullet struck Ibrahim's shoulder, and the scimitar fell. Bang! Zhou Qishan's wheel handcuff also sounded, and Suleiman only felt that Yousuf's body lying on his lap shook, and a pungent smell of blood permeated.

Bang! Bang! Three or five princes fell to the ground, clutching their legs and screaming. The rest of the princes all stopped, looking in horror at the Winged Warriors, their smoking shotguns in their hands.

Suleiman shook off Yusuf, who was already paralyzed, and pulled out his scimitar, and in a flash of the knife, the seriously injured Yusuf fell in a pool of blood and convulsed. With a hideous face, Suleiman walked up to Iprahim with a scimitar and slashed it with one sword! Blood splattered everywhere, and Suleiman's face was also stained a lot, and his white and handsome face became extremely terrifying.

Emir Khan cried and desperately hid backwards, shaking his hands and shouting, "Don't come, don't, I don't want to die, big brother, no, Sultan, spare me!"

Suleiman walked up to him unhurriedly and swung his knife down. Then move on! The hall was full of blood, and the tragedy of fratricidal brothers was constantly staged. It wasn't until the last three-year-old brother fell that Suleiman gasped, threw away the scimitar in his hand, took the snow-white handkerchief handed by Pargalle, and wiped his hands: "Thank you, this is the fate of the Ottoman Sultan, and I cannot go against the traditions left by my ancestors. Well, Sismail, put to death all the guards who had just been in the hall! I don't need disloyal warriors!"

Suleiman bloodied Istanbul, and all the ministers who stood against him, all the nobles of the Council of Devan, and all the judges of the court, were put to death! And none of his brothers' children remained, and they all died under his butcher's knife.

After Hua Houwei received the news, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. Such a barbaric and bloody scene was not enough to make him emotional, but killing his closest relatives with his own hands made Hua Houwei a little unacceptable.

Wan Songlin frowned and commented, "Master, can such an Ottoman really be with him? It's so vicious! If the Ming Dynasty

Hua Houwei interrupted Wan Songlin's words: "Hehe, Xiao Linzi, do you want to say that if you are like this, isn't it more threatening to Da Ming? Right? Hehe, Suleiman didn't dare! Alas, how much better do you think the rest of the world can be? Which emperor can be called a hero, a benevolent king? Remember, Inner Saint and Outer King! Only benevolence internally and cruelty and domineering externally are the way for the country to gain a foothold! Xiaolinzi, I've been back and forth, I've always been restless these days, and I feel like something big is going to happen to Daming."

Wan Songlin shook his head: "Your Majesty has ten soldiers in his hands

Wan, who is the opponent in the DPRK and China? Master, you're worrying too much! This period of getting along with Your Majesty, Your Majesty is definitely a good hand who sees thousands of miles away, even if he is not the emperor, he is also a contemporary famous general. Master, there are all kinds of waste in the river, I can't carry it alone, and those Ottomans, Safavids, Uzbeks and so on, are all a bunch of old foxes, and I am afraid that I will live up to Master's trust. If Da Ming misses this opportunity, it will be difficult to return to the river."

Hua Houwei nodded silently, after the Battle of Talas, the Tang Dynasty never returned to the river, and the Anxi Protectorate was also defeated, until now, the footprints of the Han people have not come here, and they really can't wait to ignore it, and they can't really give up.

It's just that not long after this decision, Hua Houwei was in pain, and he never imagined that some people would really be so mad. Under the current circumstances, Huahou Wei really has to stay here, command Wan Songlin, and establish the leadership of the Ming Dynasty here.

The framework of the United Nations has been put in place, and there are already three of the five permanent members. And after a bloody purge, the Ottomans finally ushered in their glory again!

"My waist flashed, I really can't sit still, I didn't write it yesterday, and I barely wrote a chapter today, I'm sorry everyone."