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"Quick, follow along."

On the rugged and gentle mountain road, a group of Italian officers and soldiers were rushing forward under the command of the officers.

The tax included had already wet their military uniforms on the mountain, and the water vapor had emanated from the military caps, and every officer and soldier ran out of breath.

The previously noisy Istanbul has gradually returned to calm, but its residents can still feel the difference from the past. Not to mention, the number of officers and soldiers in the city has increased, and the patrol of a large number of officers and soldiers has made the city's security much better. Those scoundrels who beg for food on the streets are all obediently hiding at home at this time. However, although Istanbul has changed, as the new Ottoman Minister of War, Hamed Riza has been staying in the Ministry of War for a while, and has consulted the information of the Ministry of War in detail.

And these days of being busy with sleepless nights, naturally, Riza has a better understanding of the army, and it is precisely because of this that he feels that the previous slogan has become a hot potato.

At present, there are not many guns and ammunition in the army warehouse, and the new recruits with symptoms are not only short of weapons, they are short of everything, from uniforms and bedding to marching pots and even military boots. Many recruits are still wearing their own clothes, and if they carry guns, they are just like bandits who rob their homes.

All these tasks require the Department of the Army to coordinate, allocate, and purchase. These tasks keep the lights of the Department of War on all night, and officers who are so busy can be seen at any time.

Hamed Riza, who had only squinted for a while, washed his face with cold water and woke up, then continued to sit behind his desk and started to get busy.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

There was a knock on the door, disrupting his thoughts.

"What's up?"

Riza, who was forced to quit work, looked up and asked.

"Your Excellency, His Excellency Sabah al-Din and Ahmed Lisa, come to visit."

The two men mentioned by the secretary are Riza's right-hand man. Although Riza became the Minister of War after the mutiny, the rest of the al-Shabaab currently do not have a good position to place them.

However, due to this time leading the mutiny, the al-Shabaab has a good reputation in the army and can control the army.

At present, the al-Shabaab people are not idle, and controlling the army is the most important thing for them. Therefore, Ahmed Lisa and Sabah al-Din, who have not yet been brought up, are in charge of this aspect.

"Hi, Riza, how are you busy these days?"

"Look at my appearance, don't you know? I've even done sleeping in the office these days."

After a simple greeting, when the secretary brought the coffee, Riza took a sip, looked at the two in front of him and asked. "Tell me, what's the matter with me this time?"

In the face of Riza's question, the two looked at each other before Ahmed Liza spoke. "I came here mainly to let you know that our contact with Marshal Nuri Pasha was not smooth, and he was not willing to publicly express his support for us."

What the two men said was exactly what the al-Shabaab needed urgently. For others, mastering the army was the capital of survival, otherwise the reactionaries would be able to tear them apart.

Among them, if the respected old marshal can support them, it will be a huge surprise, which will allow them to take the army in their hands in a shorter time and faster. Although the old marshal was knocked down from the altar in the previous war, at least most officers and soldiers now respect him very much.

But it is a pity that this is a loyal supporter of the Sudan, and these young people can't make him change his mind at all, and he is not beaten by the old marshal's crutches, because he has a good cultivation.

In their irritable words, this old stubborn full of loyalty to the Sultan, like being thrown in the toilet, smelly and hard, is comparable to the most stubborn. And they can't move him, which is disgusting.

Hearing Li Sacong's words, Riza shook his head regretfully and said. "It's a pity. I originally wanted to be able to appear in public with the marshal to boost the morale of the nation."

Although he said something regretful, Riza immediately changed the subject. "Although the marshal doesn't understand us, I believe that over time, he will see our sincerity."

Hearing that Riza still had a glimmer of hope for Marshal Nuri Pasha, the two did not know what to say.

Riza seemed to notice the emotional changes of the two and said directly. "We should respect the marshal. No matter what, he has made great contributions to the Ottoman Empire, so we should respect him. No matter how he treats us, at least the majority of officers and soldiers can see it."

Now the two of them still didn't understand what he meant, and immediately nodded one after another, "Don't worry, we won't let the marshal be wronged."

Satisfied looking at the two answers, Riza changed his sitting position and continued to ask. "Then what's the matter with you?"

"It's gone, we won't bother."

After speaking, the two were about to get up, and at this time Riza looked at them. "No, the Marshal is not worth the two of you to come together, there must be something wrong."

Riza's words made them feel embarrassed for a while, and Lisa immediately denied it. "Really do not have."

"Really do not have?"

"real……"

Just as Lisa was answering, he saw Riza's sharp eyes staring at him, and he couldn't continue to speak.

The office immediately fell into an awkward atmosphere.

And Sabah al-Din, who was on the side, couldn't stand it any longer. He broke free and Lisa, who was holding him, opened the mouth. "Party leader, there is indeed another matter, and it is a major matter."

"What's the matter, tell me."

Facing Riza's inquiry, Sabah al-Din said directly. "Actually, this time, we want to ask if you will continue to fight at present."

Hearing Sabah al-Din's words, Riza looked surprised. "Why do you ask?"

Facing Riza's question, Sabah al-Din said hesitantly. "Because...because, they said, after you ascended to the top, you have forgotten our mission."

Sabah al-Din's words made Riza's face darken, and he thought a lot at this moment.

And Sabah al-Din, who saw the change in Riza's expression, quickly explained. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't think so."

"I know, otherwise you wouldn't ask me in person."

After replying, Riza looked at the other party with a serious expression. "Sabah al-Din. Now tell me honestly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How many people are in the military camp with such thoughts?"

Sabah al-Din, who was frightened by Riza's expression, shook his head and said. "not too much?"

"Not much is how much, give me a specific number."

"About a third or so."

Hearing this, Riza almost wanted to curse, but it wasn't much.

And then, Sabah al-Din hurriedly explained. "I have asked people to investigate this rumor. According to the investigation, it was first spread from the 39th and 52nd divisions."

Hearing Sabah al-Din's words, Riza immediately came up with the information of the two divisions in his mind. These two divisions were recruited from Bolu and Karabik, and these two places are particularly loyal to the Sultan. Thinking of this , He couldn't help but glanced at the palace location, it seemed that His Majesty the Sultan did not intend to sit still.

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