The Karamanli family returned to Tripoli with thousands of Egyptian craftsmen given by Franz, and the first thing they did when they came to power was to announce the severance of all contact with the United States.

The former Karamanli family, led by its best leader, Yusuf Karamanli, tamed the Tuagray tribes to the west, defeated the Bedouins to the east, and brought the desert tribes of the south under their command, and their territory was no different from that of Libya at this time.

Yusuf Karamanli built schools and workshops, learned advanced technology from the West, and took advantage of the war in Europe to resell goods to develop commerce and build his own merchant fleet.

At a time when the Kingdom of Tripoli was thriving, the Americans discovered that war money was indeed profitable.

The Americans easily achieved the achievement of doubling their territory in the Napoleonic wars, not to mention more specifically, lest they talk about hydrology.

In short, it was a coincidence that Tripoli was targeted by the Americans.

Washington, for its part, directly appointed the US consul in Tunisia, William Eaton, as commander of the naval fleet, decided to provide some small help to the Berbers in Africa.

For example, the overthrow of the Tripoli government, the establishment of a pro-American regime or something.

Soon they found an unlucky one, and this was Yusuf Pasha's brother. With the capture of the port of Delna by U.S. troops, the civil war in Tripoli officially began.

However, the U.S. military at that time was a real dish, and in the battle with the African natives, they found that they were the side with greater losses, and it took 1.5 U.S. soldiers to kill a Tripoli native.

Eventually, Washington was forced to pay reparations and withdraw its troops amid domestic outcry, but the civil war interrupted Tripoli's development path and was eventually taken over and re-established as an Ottoman Empire.

Fortunately, the subsequent Osman Pasha was also unpopular, and with the further shift of the commercial center to the Atlantic and the influence of the Turkish-Egyptian war, Tripoli soon became a place where birds don't.

Then, by working as spies for Franz, the Karamanli family obtained a group of armed Egyptian craftsmen, and under the escort of Austrian "armed merchant ships", they recovered their homeland almost bloodlessly.

Now the largest industry in the whole of Tripoli is actually the port, which mainly depends on foreign merchant ships to spend money here, and of course secretly provides some special services, such as the purchase and sale of slaves.

There was also olive oil, wool, and all sorts of handicrafts, but the prices were kept low, but enough for the Karamanli family.

Enough for them to raise an army that could control the entire coastal area of Tripoli.

The whole family also keeps a secret, that is, a pit hundreds of meters deep.

Almost no one knows what the pit was used for, but since the Karamanli family returned to power, they have been conscripted to dig the pit.

Since there was no reasonable explanation, and people often died in the pit and could not return home, rumors spread over time that there were monsters in the pit.

In fact, they were looking for oil, which was naturally requested by Franz, because Austria did not really need a desert.

Oil was the blood of the future industry, and the oil of Galicia alone could not afford the entire Austrian Empire, not to mention that Franz had to think about the allies of the German Confederation, so North African oil was necessary.

The Karamanli family and the first few thousand Egyptian artisans at this time actually constituted the ruling class in Tripoli at this time.

Although it has not been a few years since the restoration of the country, the internal contradictions in Tripoli are more serious than Franz thought, and the whole country is like a pot of boiling water that can explode at any moment.

The Karamanli family also did not pay attention to the visiting Chechen envoys at this time, after all, they were just puppets used by Franz to draw the strings, and they could not do anything without saying a word from above.

And the Chechens really don't know how to lift, the Austrian side obviously sent out so many gifts, and the former didn't know how to return the gift.

He had killed the envoy in charge of contacting him, and although it was an Austrian envoy, he was a member of the Karamanli family.

Although some of the clansmen wanted revenge, they were just puppets after all, and Franz, the benefactor, did not speak, so they could only let it go.

Unable to turn against the Chechens, and not wanting to upset the owner, the Karamanli family casually sent a housekeeper to deal with the matter.

The purpose is to eat and drink well, and I don't know if I ask three questions.

Abidi Zabul was the steward of the Karamanli family who was in charge of the contact, and he didn't even want the emissaries of the Imam Khanate to enter the city.

In a courtyard near the port of Tripoli, Abidi Zabul arrived belatedly.

Although he kept saying sorry and his face was full of guilt, he didn't say anything about the aid.

Ibrajim didn't want to continue wasting time with the lackeys of the Karamanli family in front of him.

"I'll just ask, do you have any troops?"

"I'm just a little butler, you have to find Master Heshan for this matter."

"Where's that Heshan? I am the servant of the great Imam Shamir, I represent the Imam Khanate, and I want to talk to him! ”

Ibrajim's tone was very excited, and he couldn't eat even the best and most delicious food.

As for wine, it is even more contraband in their teachings, and looking at the blasphemous guys in front of them, there is even more anger in their chests, and they can't help but have a bit of murderous intent in their tones.

Abidi Zabul didn't react, but Ibrajim's men all put down their food and slid their hands to their waists.

"Yes, you can talk to Master Heshan in person."

Hearing Abidi Zabul's words, the atmosphere in the stadium suddenly eased a lot.

"Then please take me there." Ibrajim's tone was much more softened.

Abidi waved his hand, "Don't worry. ”

"How can you not be in a hurry? Hundreds of thousands of Russian troops wreaked havoc in our homeland, killing people and burning houses when they saw them, and those who did not have time to escape were either hanged or enslaved. We."

Ibrajim said excitedly, because he had seen the Chechens in Istanbul's slave square before coming.

Ibrajim dragged the slave trader into a corner and learned that the Caucasian slaves had been sold to them by the Russians.

Obviously, this time the Russians are really moving, and this is to completely exterminate them.

That's when Abidi continued.

"But Master Heshan is not in Tripoli."

"And where is he?" Ibrajim asked, grabbing Abidi at Desdash.

Dishi Shish = Arabic robes.

"Loosen."

Abidi said coldly, but Ibrajim didn't mean to let go, but instead lifted the former up with a struggle of his arms.

"Tell me!"

There are also many strongmen in North Africa, and Abidi did not take the reckless man in front of him seriously, and this is his territory, and it is not the turn of a group of bandits in the mountains to be arrogant here.

(End of chapter)