In order to build a battleship, Muhammad Ali built a labor camp on the hill behind the dock, which was crowded with a large number of craftsmen who had been coerced by the Egyptian government.

They had long had enough of Ali's brutal rule, and members of the Karamanli family had secretly infiltrated the laborers.

And tell those craftsmen that someday someone will come and save them. When the time comes, they will leave this hell with the ships they have built with their own hands.

In Egypt, the artisans were treated extremely poorly, especially the conscripted laborers, who were treated like slaves in the eyes of Ali, and the Egyptian soldiers were naturally less likely to treat them well.

No real wages were available to everyone, including artisans, and leather whips and sticks were commonplace.

Not only do they have to do high-intensity labor every day, but they also have very little food, and dozens or hundreds of artisans are often crammed into a room.

To make matters worse, the coolies had only simple tents, and in order to prevent them from escaping, many of them were shackled on their feet, and every guard had the right to shoot and kill those who escaped.

As for the sick and injured, there is only one principle, that is, if you don't support the idlers, if you can't work, you have to die!

Under this kind of treatment, no craftsman wants to accomplish Ali's dream.

The so-called "Great Arab Empire" does not move them.

Just wanting to survive has become the only hope in their hearts, and as for the warships they build, the level of craftsmanship will naturally be greatly reduced.

However, these men made it possible for the Austrian navy to win a great victory, and as the Austrian naval offensive began, a large number of craftsmen rushed out of the labor camp that had already been breached by the marines.

Thousands of craftsmen rushed to the dockyard to seize the ships, and with the rudimentary of tools, they wiped out the only garrison in the dock.

Of course, there are also many craftsmen who are reluctant to leave the land, and they rush out of the docks and flee into the nearby mountains and forests.

Originally, the Austrian Navy could not have taken these battleships, but with the help of these thousands of Egyptian craftsmen, it was not impossible.

The craftsmen hoisted their sails, and one brand new battleship after another sailed out of port, of course, to make sure they would act according to Franz's plan. Fifty marines were sent to each warship to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.

Seeing the battleship sail out of port, the last courage of the Egyptian defenders also disappeared, because they knew very well that the result of losing the battleship was only a dead end.

So the morale completely collapsed, and they fled in all directions while the night was dark.

As early as the laborers broke out of the labor camp, many of the defenders had oil under their feet, and this time no one wanted to stay with the dock for burial.

In fact, the Egyptian defenders did not understand in the end, how those 4-5 meter high batteries fell, and there were so many secret posts, were they all blind? Why did so many enemies sneak in, and they didn't raise the alarm.

Many of the dragon special combat teams responsible for attacking the batteries were selected from the mountain hunters of Tyrol, and those batteries that were out of reach for ordinary people were as easy for them as drinking water.

And compared to the smugglers and bandits they usually deal with, these Egyptians are less vigilant.

The battle went more smoothly than Friedrich had imagined, and the tragic naval battle he had expected did not take place, and on land it was a one-sided attack on the Egyptian defenders by elite Austrian troops.

He was even happier that Muhammad Ali had spent many years building the country in the hands of Austria.

Even if the Egyptian warships were shoddy, the cost of each first-class ship would not be less than 1 million florins, and the price of a third-class battleship would not be less than 300,000 florins.

With the first rays of sunlight rising on the sea, Friedrich could hardly believe his own eyes, and behind him were nineteen huge sail battleships, whose military strength even exceeded that of the Austrian Navy combined.

No man could resist the temptation of cannons, giant ships and excavators, and Friedrich touched his nose.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor!"

In this battle, the Austrian Navy had fifteen steam gunboats and three steam landing ships, and none of them were lost. Sinking two Egyptian Navy cruisers, four battleships under construction, capturing 19 enemy battleships, and rescuing 3,000 Egyptian shipbuilders.

The Marines suffered thirty-nine casualties, wiped out nearly 2,000 Egyptian defenders, killed the Egyptian Admiral Espasha, destroyed eight forts, two arsenals, three barracks, and Alexander's governor Visha Creek Pasha committed suicide.

Casualties among the Marines occurred mainly after landing, shooting and stampede indiscriminately in poor line of sight, and being accidentally injured by Congreve rockets, even with two rockets flying directly into the crowd

Along with the secret dockyard was destroyed not only their fleet, but also the war potential of the Egyptian Navy.

More than half of the craftsmen of the Egyptian navy were abducted to Austria with Friedrich's fleet. Their native Egypt obviously couldn't go back, so they simply stayed in Austria to work as a craftsman for the rest of their lives.

Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace.

"It seems that our harem manager can't do without you." Adjani laughed.

"She just doesn't quite understand her role yet." Franz said.

Adjani stretched out her thin, white fingers and hooked Franz's chin.

"What a handsome little man, if you can take a fancy to any girl, it must be her luck." The voice is beautiful and tactful.

"Miss Adjani, you're making fun of me again." Franz is modest and honest, and some habits are difficult to break, such as this somewhat hypocritical self-humility.

"No, Grand Duke Franz, I'm serious." Adjani approached Franz as she spoke, like a lion approaching each step.

Adjani's facial features are already extremely beautiful, but her eyes light up the entire facial features. It was the most beautiful eye Franz had ever seen, and even though he had seen it many times, he still didn't have the courage to look at it.

Then Franz's gaze unconsciously moved down, and then he saw an even more exciting scene. As his heart beat faster and his blood surged, Franz simply closed his eyes. However, an alluring aroma still penetrated Franz's nostrils.

"Don't make a fuss, say something quickly. Otherwise, I'll send you to my mother and let her play with you." ”

Adjani put away her smile and asked.

"Why do you have a soft spot for Tyroleans?"

"Oh? Is it? ”

"Tyrol is surrounded by mountains, and it's easy to defend and difficult to attack, and I think you know better than I do. If one day, there is a rebellion in this place. You will have to pay a great price, not only for your hard work to be wasted, but also for the lives of many Austrian soldiers. ”

"The pinnacle produces false advocacy, and the twilight witnesses true believers." Franz said.

Since ancient times, the light infantry that has come out of the Tyrolean region has been Austria's signature army.

During the Thirty Years' War, Tyrol remained the strongest supporter of the Habsburgs until their defeat.

During the Napoleonic Wars, the Austrian Empire had abandoned Tyrol and ceded it to France and its allies.

After that, in hopelessness, the Tyroleans revolted again and again to drive out the Bavarian army, and even repelled the French attacks many times.

In the end, Napoleon had to mobilize several times the number of troops of the rebel army to suppress it.

Adjani could understand what Franz meant, but she still asked.

"Who can guarantee their eternal loyalty?"

Franz just smiled and didn't answer.

(End of chapter)