These people were instantly terrified.
They recklessly turned the dock around and rushed towards the military camp.
Just then, gunfire erupted again behind the scout cavalry.
These scout cavalrymen had no time to react.
They were shot off their horses one by one.
It wasn't until noon.
Suleiman did not find anyone returning.
This guy is completely panicked.
Hami led more than 40,000 men out of the military camp, and the sound of gunfire lasted only a few minutes.
But no one came back, which meant that everyone had been killed.
The efficiency of various killing methods is simply too high.
Not only was Suleiman panicked, but the dozen or so high-ranking generals who had just been promoted were also panicked.
Everyone was looking up at the hillside.
They always felt that there was a mysterious force there.
...
Constantinople.
The magnificent palace was entirely constructed of marble.
The palace is decorated with beautiful patterns and various marble reliefs, making it look majestic and imposing.
The golden palace gates slowly opened.
Several scout cavalrymen quickly rushed in.
One after another, golden palace gates slowly opened before them.
They headed straight for the main hall of the palace.
Above the main hall of the palace, a throne made of pure gold stands high on the steps.
On the throne, Osman I sat, holding a scepter and wearing a crown studded with rubies.
Osman I was imposing without being angry.
He looked down at the civil and military officials kneeling below.
"Has there been any news from the front?" Osman I asked, looking around.
"Your Majesty," the scout cavalrymen stepped forward quickly, their golden armor clanging as they moved.
"The latest battle report has arrived from the front." The cavalrymen knelt down on their own.
"Bring up the battle report." Osman I was full of confidence; he had been waiting for this report for a long time.
The message came back from the eagle messenger.
Every time it's good news.
Ottoman cavalry have penetrated deep into Russian territory.
The empire's army not only occupied large swathes of the Rakshasa Kingdom's territory, but also seized a considerable amount of gold, silver, jewels, and grain.
What pleased Osman I the most was that they had killed five or six hundred thousand Russians.
In Ottoman I's view, this was also good news.
The scout slowly rose to his feet, strode forward, and respectfully handed the letter, which was strapped to the eagle's leg, to Ottoman I.
Osman I took the letter and read it.
He was fine when he looked, but once he did, he felt like he was about to explode with rage.
"That idiot Mudra!" Osman I cursed, rising abruptly from his throne and slamming the letter he was holding to the ground.
"That fool was greedy for merit and acted rashly, causing the loss of more than 200,000 of my troops."
"I have never seen such an incompetent person."
Upon hearing this, the civil and military officials stood there trembling, completely at a loss for what to do.
Osman I launched into a tirade of curses that lasted for more than ten minutes before finally returning to his throne.
"Your Majesty, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war."
"The Imperial army is invincible and unstoppable; these two newbies shouldn't be in any danger,"
"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty. We will regroup and are determined to destroy the Kingdom of Luocha."
Osman I made another sound and stood up.
"The Franks are despicable and shameless; they actually attacked us in broad daylight."
"Frank owes us hundreds of thousands of lives, and I haven't even settled accounts with them yet. This time, they've resorted to the same old tricks to attack us again."
Before Osman I could finish speaking, a chorus of curses erupted in the palace hall.
"Your Majesty, the Franks are despicable and shameless."
"No matter how they treat us, we should repay them tenfold or a hundredfold."
"Otherwise, where would the empire's prestige be?"
"I didn't expect Frank to also get involved in the Russian Empire."
"Your Majesty, we must act swiftly and decisively, striking both the Franks and the Russians."
We must address this issue from both sides simultaneously.
Osman I nodded.
"Your Majesty, the Rakshasa Kingdom has very few troops left. We must deal not only with the Rakshasa Kingdom's meager army, but also with bandits like the Franks."
Osman I nodded.
"Mudra underestimated the enemy; he focused all his attention on the Rocha soldiers."
But they were ambushed instead.
"These Franks are despicable and shameless. They disguised themselves as our soldiers and stormed into our camp."
They bombarded the command tent.
This resulted in the deaths of Mudra and over a dozen high-ranking officers.
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
If that's the case, what should we do?
"Good, Suleiman, this man is conserving his strength."
“I wasn’t mistaken, Suleiman, this guy, he’s already taken on a major role.”
Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing this.
As long as someone can take on the main responsibility, that's better than anything else.
"Suleiman and the Franks fought a back-and-forth battle, burning each other's camps. Not only that, Suleiman also killed hundreds of thousands of Franks."
Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed once again.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
"With a capable general like Suleiman, Your Majesty has no reason to worry about not defeating the Franks."
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