The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1382 On the verge of breaking out

"What do you mean?"

Orma Pasha immediately stopped smiling, and even though he was wearing a lambskin coat, he still felt a chill down his spine.

"Olma Pasha, if the fire is too big, it is normal not to put out the fire so as not to get burned."

“Two generations of sultans have been very kind to me, and Queen Mother Shefkefza has entrusted me with important tasks. I will never be able to repay this trust even if I die ten thousand times.

I will never betray the Sultan! I will never be a villain like Muhammad Ali! "

In the face of Orma Pasha's righteous declaration, Zaganos just smiled and said.

"Orma Pasha is a true man with a sense of justice and a true believer, so we follow you. But have you ever thought that the Ottoman family has betrayed the doctrine and they are just running dogs of the West?

Such people have lost the protection of Allah and will be burned alive by the fire they have ignited with their own hands.

You only need to avenge them and everything will be fine. How can your great deeds be compared with those of a villain like Muhammad Ali? "

Orma Pasha asked after rubbing the misbah (a religious item) in his hand until it made a creaking sound.

"But I am a Serb."

Zaganos shook his head and said.

"I did not see a Serb, I only saw a devout Muslim, a hero who bravely fought against the Russians, and a loyal man who avenged his Lord."

"How sure are you?"

"Nine-nine percent."

"Okay, let's hold a combat meeting. We will wash away the shame that the Russians have brought us for hundreds of years!"

"As you command, my lord."

Half an hour later, in the operations meeting room.

The generals in Olma's army were very excited because today they had a great chance to make history and reverse the Ottoman Empire's disadvantage against the Russians.

On the other hand, everyone felt that this was a battle that was sure to be won. The Ottoman army was four times the size of the Russian army. They were not a group of local ragtag troops, but a new army trained by the Prussians.

It’s a pity that their instructor, old Moltke, had already returned to his country and was unable to see how they beat the Russians.

"Orma Pasha, please give the order!"

The young Ottoman new army officers shouted excitedly, and Colin was also excited that his opinions were adopted, but he didn't know that in someone's eyes he was already a dead man.

"Quiet! We have shown the enemy enough mercy, but the shameless Russians still refuse to leave our land.

The red comet in the sky is Allah’s revelation!

Tomorrow we will make these invaders pay with blood!"

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

"I will now arrange the combat missions. Firamuzi, Turuljan, and Hanim, your three armies will be responsible for the main attack."

After the meeting, Yilmaz and several young generals were not assigned the main attack mission, and they were somewhat depressed.

"Why are those conservative old guys the only ones playing the main attack? Are we worse than them?"

A young general shouted indignantly, and his companions beside him quickly covered his mouth.

“You bastard! He is the Sultan’s confidant. We can hold military positions in the army thanks to Orma Pasha.

Don't look for trouble.

If they can't take it down, we will have to take over. "Although they said so, these young generals were obviously resentful. At this time, several veterans who also didn't get a task came over and pulled the young people to their tents to celebrate without saying anything.

Zaganos saw all of this, and all the generals who were at odds with Orma Pasha or who were loyal to the Sultan were sent to the battlefield.

It seemed that Orma Pasha was trying to win over the hearts of the people and give the credit to his former enemies, after all, those Russians seemed so vulnerable.

However, Olma, who had been in the army for many years, knew that it was the most dangerous thing for a trapped beast to fight.

“I didn’t expect it to start so soon.”

"Sir Ulema, are we really going to help this heretic who has no credibility or loyalty?"

"What's wrong with that? He can betray the Austrians and become an Ottoman, so he can betray the Ottomans and join us.

No! He can only submit to us. The country established by heresy will be destroyed! Long live the Safavid dynasty! "

"Long live the Safavid dynasty!"

Ulema is a religious title meaning scholar, which is actually similar to a clergyman or a priest.

On the second morning, as the first rays of sunlight set, the Ottoman artillerymen began to operate their brass rangefinders, each with a look like a wolf smelling its prey.

Twenty-eight brand new Armstrong breech-loading rifled cannons were pushed out, which were Orma Pasha's secret weapons.

These cannons are all his treasures, and the steel stamps on the guns even still have the smell of engine oil.

In fact, the Armstrong cannon was not designed until 1854, and it was not adopted by the British Army until after 1859.

Due to the use of breech-loading and rifling technology, the range and accuracy of the Armstrong cannon are far greater than those of contemporary cannons.

Maximum effective range: 3000 yards (2743.2 meters)
This data is almost double the 1500 yard range of artillery of the same period. The accuracy has also been greatly improved, and the eight rifling greatly improves the stability of the flight of the shells.

In addition, the firing speed has also been improved, and the firing speed is almost twice that of the muzzle-loading cannon of the same period. However, since black powder is still used, the barrel needs to be cleaned frequently.

The Armstrong cannon can be said to be a completely epoch-making product, of course this was entirely forced out by Franz.

During several wars, the British found that their cannons and huge ships, which they were proud of, were all surpassed by the Austrian Imperial Navy.

Especially the gap in artillery was simply appalling, with all-round backwardness in accuracy, range and rate of fire. This forced the arrogant Royal Navy to use human wave tactics to have a chance of winning when facing the Austrian Imperial Navy.

However, due to various domestic and international reasons, they often suffered disastrous defeats due to insufficient troops on local battlefields.

Like the French, the British were looking for a way out, and the Armstrong cannon was just one of their results.

But why sell such cutting-edge technology to the Ottomans? Were the British really close to the Ottomans, or did they see Orma Pasha's unlimited potential?

Obviously not, it was just because the technology was still immature and needed to be tested in actual combat, and Orma Pasha was willing to spend the money, so the British sold their own experimental products to the Ottoman Empire.

Franz naturally knew what the British had done, but he was not worried. At least the parameters of the Armstrong cannon were still quite different from those of the Austrian Empire's artillery.

On the other hand, Britain's steel production was destined to reach its production capacity limit, as it could not use more steel for artillery production. Coupled with the backwardness of materials science, the British still had a long way to go before they could build the same artillery as the Austrian Empire.

In addition, these Armstrong cannons were not standard 12-pound siege guns, but 3-pound cannons. After all, they were experimental products, so it was normal to cut corners.

On a temporary mound of earth (bastion), a Russian soldier was sleeping soundly next to a burnt-out torch, as if this was not a battlefield but his home.

There was a group of Russian soldiers lying in a mess in the haystack nearby. The lieutenant in charge of patrolling was already accustomed to this and just sat casually aside and lit his pipe.

When the soldiers smelled the smoke, they immediately got up and looked around in horror. When they saw it was the old lieutenant, they felt relieved and even went forward to ask for a few puffs of cigarettes.

The old lieutenant didn't mind, and after taking two puffs, he handed over the pipe. The soldiers lined up happily, which was one of the few entertainments they had in this besieged city.

During these days, the Ottomans surrounded the city but did not attack, and the general refused to retreat, and the situation continued in this strange way.

Until the silence was broken by a cannon shot in the early morning