Chapter 185 Poisonous Candy

The news of the Egyptian navy's disastrous defeat was sent back to Cairo.

In the Magno Palace, Muhammad Ali felt dizzy, and a maid tried to help him up.

However, in a flash, the maid fell in a pool of blood.

Muhammad Ali held the scimitar in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, and laughed.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must be lying to me! The number of Epariqi Pasha's battleships is twice that of the British. Even if they can't win, they will not be completely wiped out! Thiers promised me! France will definitely send troops!"

In fact, Thiers really wanted to fight the British, but at this time, the French King Louis Philippe was an Anglophobic patient. Verbally threatening to go to war with Britain was the limit of his tolerance.

The current situation is good enough for France. There is no need to go to war with the British for Egypt. And as for Louis Philippe himself, he thinks Britain is invincible.

After all, as powerful as Napoleon is, he can't break through the English Channel. Rather than creating any great achievements, he would rather be a peaceful monarch and continue his family's rule.

Surt had long lost his ambitions, and now he just wanted to retire. Guizot, who actually held power, was a thorough pro-British faction.

The French Navy did not take action in the end. After all, most Europeans at that time felt that the British Navy could not be defeated. Even during the Crimean War, the Russians would rather sink their ships than have a direct conflict with the British Navy.

No one dared to step forward to dissuade them, and they could only huddle and pray that Ali Pasha would not mention their names.

At this time, a smart courtier remembered the opium wine and hurriedly opened the wine cabinet. At the moment when the cork was pulled out, Ali seemed to sober up. After taking a big sip, he threw the bottle to the ground.

He did not expect that his allies would be so short-sighted. It seems that he can only use his trump card to let those short-sighted guys know his true strength.

"Pass my order, let Aspasha take the large fleet to go out immediately, and let them destroy the British fleet in Beirut at all costs. At the same time, let Ibrahim drive the British into the sea at all costs. We must make the Ottomans agree to our conditions."

Mohammed Ali suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he asked.

"Where is Aspasha?"

No one answered.

"Where is Aspasha?"

Ali asked again, but still no one answered.

"Are you all deaf? If you don't tell me, I will kill you all!"

At this time, a courtier finally prostrated himself on the ground.

"My lord, Aspasha was killed."

Mohammed Ali's chest jumped suddenly, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer.

"Was it the British?"

"."No one answered.

"Who did it!" Ali roared.

"I don't know"

"Where is my fleet?"

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"Where is my fleet!" Ali roared with red eyes. He had thought of the worst possibility, which was to be directly blown up in the dock. But it was almost impossible to blow up such a large natural cave. It was also almost impossible to destroy so many ships at once. He still had a glimmer of hope..

"Someone drove it away"

"What!?"

His fleet became someone else's, which made Muhammad Ali feel more painful than destroying his fleet. He fell back on his throne.

Muhammad Ali closed his eyes and recalled his lifelong military career. From an orphan begging on the roadside, he became a dominant overlord step by step. He spent eight years working hard, and was willing to bear the infamy of a tyrant for this, and even sacrificed the future of Egypt. However, at this moment, he made wedding clothes for others.

(Although Egypt's loan to France allowed the former to develop rapidly in a short period of time, the latter would be completely crushed by debt once it was defeated.)

Finally, Ali spit out a mouthful of black blood and fell on his back.

Ibrahim on the Syrian front actually led his troops to attack Beirut without waiting for Ali's order, hoping to recapture this important city from the British.

However, his 20,000 elite troops could never take the city where 2,000 Redwood troops were stationed.

What surprised him more than the Redwood troops' fighting power was that the residents of Beirut actually stood on the side of the British.

"This damn traitor, the pagan's lackeys!" Ibrahim was frustrated on both sides at this time, and the logistics were still harassed by the guerrillas. Although he didn't know the situation at sea, he was sure that everything was bad now.

Istanbul, the Great Saraki Palace.

Magid couldn't believe his ears. The British used half of the opponent's troops to annihilate the Egyptian Navy, and then the Austrians intercepted the hidden power of the Egyptian Navy.

Magid has been called a genius since he was a child, but now he suddenly feels that his brain is not enough.

The amount of information is really beyond his limit, but Magid understands that the old man Metternich is not just talking. The strength of the Austrians is indeed strong. He must now reconsider his relationship with European countries.

But in any case, this time the Ottoman crisis should be resolved. Egypt, which has lost its navy, can only choose to withdraw, otherwise its retreat will be cut off by the navy, and the 130,000 Egyptian expeditionary force will have no remains left and will only turn into dust in the Syrian desert.

Although the Egyptians were finished, the war potential of the Ottoman Empire was also finished. And those crazy pagans in the north would definitely not miss this opportunity to make unreasonable demands on the weak Ottoman Empire.

Magid felt that he might be able to use the power of the Austrian Empire to balance the terrible Russia. Moreover, there were many Slavs in Austria, and the excuses Russia used against the Ottoman Empire might also be used against the Austrians.

According to Magid's prediction, after the Austrians got the rotten land of Bosnia, they should no longer be interested in the Ottoman land.

After all, it was the worst piece of land in the entire Ottoman Empire. Bandits were rampant on the barren land, and the tough mountain people were either fighting or on the way to fight, so that taxation could not maintain local stability at all.

Magid believed that the poisonous candy of Bosnia would definitely stop Austria's ambitions in the Balkans. And according to his intelligence, except for a small number of Catholics in Bosnia, Europeans in other regions of the Balkans were heretics to Austria.

The leader of the heresy is of course a Russian. He knows that heresy is more terrible than paganism, so he firmly believes in his judgment that the Austrians will definitely be willing to maintain his rule to counter the influence of Russia, and he will also find the real balance from three fulcrums.

The three fulcrums that Magid refers to are Austria, Britain, and Russia.

The Ottoman Empire is a region seriously influenced by religion. Although Magid and his father have been trying to weaken the influence of religion, they still cannot change their religious thinking.

However, there are voices of opposition within the Austrian Empire.