Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Fatih's hands began to tremble, and he began to get scared. If it wasn't me written here, what should I do?

"It is not the Sultan's style to be so procrastinating."

Murad taught his child another lesson, and Fatih, no longer obsessed with it, tore up the envelope, just like he did that time.

The content of the letter was exactly the same as it was back then, except for the name written in the most important place, which was completely different.

Mohammed bin Murad bin Mohammed bin Bayezid, this is Fatih's full name, not some Erdogan that appeared out of thin air.

"This has been in my hand for nearly ten years, cough cough cough..." Because he had already lost one hand in the battle, his condition was now worse.

"Father......"

"Don't be sad, Mohammed. I'm lucky to see you again."

As long as I die, you won't kill your brother.

At this point, Murad suddenly remembered something, which must and could only be left to Muhammad to accomplish.

"Come here, kid. I have something else for you to do."

"It's up to my father to decide!"

"Kostantiniya, Kostantiniya, Kostantiniya! Take it! It's time!"

Murad became extremely excited. The City of World Desire had stopped them for 700 years. After Varna repelled the Crusaders who came to rescue, they could have taken action against Constantinople. But man proposes, God disposes...

"Raise the banner of holy war, aiming at the capture of that city... With that city we can protect the prosperity of our people and break the backs of these miserable pagans in Europe..."

The Sultan's one hand tightly grasped Fatih's clothes. The light points emanating from his body became more and more and did not stop. Fatih knew that this was the last task given to him by his father.

Saber, Murad II has left the stage, and Fatih has killed his father with his own hands, but Fatih's work is far from over.

As dawn was about to break, a rainbow streaked across the sky.

PS1: Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!

PS2: The Chinese translation of CK3 is hard to describe...

PS3: Back then, Chen Daozi was able to win 20 million yuan with only 3700 yuan. For me, Fujimaru Ritsuka, winning 9 million yuan in Las Vegas is not a problem.

Chapter 093 Bursa's Gate Seizure

In Bursa, Elizabeth Bathory sat on the roof of the city tower, looking up at the sky, but her thoughts drifted away unconsciously. Drifted to a place far away from here - Nagyeched in Hungary, which was also her hometown.

"The moon is very round tonight."

It's exactly the same as the moon on December 12th.

Judging from the time point, this should be the time when Stefan III, the ancestor of the Bathory family, started from scratch. What he could not have imagined was that many years later a countess would almost destroy it all.

But these things had nothing to do with Elizabeth Bathory. All she had to do now was to keep an eye on the city gate and stop the Belgrade expeditionary force that was about to return.

"But judging from the current situation, there should be no need to wait until dawn."

Servant could hardly escape the notice of the changes in the Imperial City. Since Fatih's victory was a foregone conclusion, the restoration of the Sultan was a natural outcome.

But things never go as we wish, and a rainbow appeared across the sky.

"That's...a rainbow?"

After the rainbow that cut through the sky passed, the lights and shadows behind it had not yet dissipated. Even faster, another gorgeous flower rose up, and then another, and another, golden, red, blue, green, purple... The clouds were brilliant, as bright and dazzling as colored glaze, lighting up the entire night sky, and the brilliance was even brighter than the daytime.

Elizabeth was not a child servant, and she quickly reacted to this bizarre phenomenon and realized what was happening.

"It's Attila! She's back!"

......

Sultan Murad II really left, and after handing over his mission to Muhammad, he returned to Valhalla. Fatih stood up, his eyes swept across the dozens of steps in front of him, and looked at the throne that belonged to the Sultan.

He finally succeeded. With a tired body and a smug smile, he stood alone in front of the steps of the hall. No one could stop him anymore.

Everyone in the imperial city is my people. Erdogan, what can you use to fight me?

The Sultan once again walked up the long steps, thinking back to the past nine years, all the ups and downs he had experienced, but he ended up back here.

This is something that people usually experience when they reach middle age, but at the age of 21, he has already experienced all the sufferings of the world. The world is really wonderful.

Compared with the eternity of heaven and earth, fifty years of human life is like a dream and an illusion. For those who have been born once, how can they be immortal?

But things often don't go as he wishes. According to the script's creator, what happens next is that a powerful enemy blocks the way.

For example, the following one——

"My name is Attila, a warrior of the Hungarian god of war."

The god of war who appeared before Fatih without anyone noticing. Attila [Altera].

"I am the seventh generation of the Ottoman Empire, Sultan Mehmed II." Fatih fought back in a unyielding manner, but he soon backed down.

The innocent girl who looked like a robot suddenly pointed the sword of the god of war in her hand at Fatih: "You...actually gave me orders. It's a bit...interesting."

Fatih did not want to think about why the military god of the past would appear now. After all, even Nero Claudius, who was much older, had already appeared, so these few would not be a big deal.

"You... aren't you afraid?"

"Compared to this, the way you talk is even more confusing."

In the Sultan's eyes, the man in front of him who was almost invincible on the battlefield was now like a child who knew nothing about the world. And isn't it easy to deal with such a child?

"I can't think, I can't feel. I can only fight and kill. Hmm? ... Like a machine?"

“Well, this may be the correct perception.”

The sudden appearance of Attila was just a small episode for Fatih, but what he didn't notice was that No. 67 Leif Lenore Flaunos was right behind him.

At this time, Erdogan was lying dying in his bedroom. This was the last bloodletting therapy he received, which made his consciousness become hazy, but in the confusion he still heard the sound of the door opening. He knew very well that no one in this palace could open the door of his bedroom privately.

So he tried to turn his head and saw someone familiar.

"I didn't expect it to be you."

"It seems that even without today's incident, you will soon meet the sultans of all generations."

"Haha, maybe this is the fate of the Sultan's court struggle?"

Erdogan knew this secret. In fact, from the very beginning, both edicts were genuine and were written by Murad.

However, this time he no longer had any bargaining chips.

"you lose."

"Yeah, I lost."

But what the dying sultan did next was something he could never have dreamed of.

Upon hearing the news, Zhu Qiyu closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then he opened his eyes again and smiled.

He smiled calmly and finally uttered three words:

"Good, good, good!"

My dear brother, please return the Sultan's throne to you. Although I exiled you and took away everything from you, I did not get any happiness. For these nine years, I have been living in fear and loneliness.

I'm tired of it.

That morning, the Sultan's ministers who attended court as usual looked at the man sitting on the Sultan's throne in surprise, while the Sultan looked at these ministers with interest.

But there are still smart people in this world.

"Congratulations to Sultan for returning to the throne!"

The Sultan leaned back and closed his eyes once again.

Nine years later, I came back, and my time had finally arrived.

Fatih sat on the throne he had been away from for a long time. Nine years ago, he left here and walked into the world of ordinary people. After that, he went through untold hardships and finally adapted to the life of ordinary people. However, an accident released him from his nine-year-long prison.

Now he has finally returned to the starting point at the age of 12. A brand new road has unfolded before him, and he will rule this vast empire again.

Many things are about to begin, and the fate of many people is about to change.

PS1: Fifty years of human life, compared with the eternity of heaven and earth, is like a dream and an illusion. For those who have lived once, how can they be immortal?

It was originally from "Zhuangzi" and later spread to Japan. It was written by Taira Atsumori, a childhood friend of Minamoto no Yoshitsune. It was originally used to express the feelings of the impermanence of the world, but it became widely circulated as the farewell song of Oda Nobunaga at Honnoji Temple.

Fifty years of life is like a dream and an illusion. As long as you are born, you will die. What regrets should a brave man have?

(Having something to do with beef balls and Nobu already means it can be sent to the launch center.)

PS2: The pain of not having a Huawei phone is that you can’t hack into the school’s air conditioner.

I'm dying of heat.

PS3: The chapter of the Battle of the Gate of the Immortal is over, and the last part of this volume is the siege of Constantine.

Chapter 094 He sneaked in!

On March 1453, 3, almost half a month had passed since Sultan Mehmed returned to the throne.

On the night of the coup, Erdogan died mysteriously in his own bedroom. Mohammed then became the new Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. No, it should be said that he was restored.

Under Muhammad's iron-fisted and swift management, the Ottoman Empire, a behemoth, did not experience the traditional changes of rulers. Perhaps this was the power of the god.

——But what happened today really pissed off Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I can't live this life!"

After returning to Chaldea's base in Bursa, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had long been unable to bear it any longer, expressed his inner thoughts in an almost angry roar in front of everyone.

"Ritsuka, Ritsuka, you have to calm down. We have to consider the context of the times..." Romani in the control room tried to dissuade Ritsuka earnestly, but what she was worried about still happened.

That was the Ottoman Empire's system of selecting successors.

The inheritance system or family law of the Ottoman Sultan was mainly an open competition system, under which the princes killed each other and the last one to survive inherited the throne.

The reigning Sultan gave each of his sons a place to serve as a military and political leader and learn the skills of governing a country. When the Sultan died, the prince who arrived in the capital first and was supported by everyone would become the new Sultan.

This system certainly has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the princes are trained in the actual experience of local governance, learn military and civil management experience, open competition, survival of the fittest, and the successor can be guaranteed. But there are also problems. The princes are at different distances from the capital, and those who are closer will definitely get there first; in order to get the news of the Sultan's death, the princes also have to plant insiders in the court to tip off at any time; the old Sultan sometimes has selfish motives and assigns his favorite sons to nearby places, etc. In order to win, the princes are willing to fight.

This system is called Fratricide, which literally means killing brothers or sisters. But from the practice of the Ottoman Empire, princes not only killed their brothers, but sometimes also their nephews, and not only killed their brothers and nephews, but sometimes also killed their own sons. In other words, in order to ensure the stability of the regime or the country, the competitors and challengers of the regime must be eliminated, and brothers and brothers' sons are of course the most powerful challengers and competitors. Therefore, once a sultan has been established, his first task is to kill his brothers immediately.

This system is absolutely incomprehensible and unacceptable to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who grew up under the sun. She originally thought that Fatih would eliminate this system from the empire once and for all.

But she was wrong, so wrong.

"Fatih actually elevated this system to the level of law! Doctor, how do you think I should stay calm in this situation?"

"Bayezed I first sent people to kill his brother Jacob, thus initiating the practice of 'fratricide'". The first person to kill his brothers was Muhammad I. In the civil war for the Sultanate, his brother Musa defeated and killed his brother Suleiman, and Muhammad defeated and slaughtered Musa and became Muhammad I.

"Of course, when Muhammad and his brothers were killing each other, they did not think that this was establishing a practice that could be imitated and implemented in the future; he probably did not want his own son to be killed in this way, so Muhammad I decided to give each of his two sons a piece of land, Rumelia to the eldest son Murad and Anatolia to the youngest son Mustafa. But his arrangement was not accepted by the ministers. After the death of Muhammad I, they concealed the death of the Sultan and immediately called the eldest son Murad back to the capital to succeed him. He was Murad II, the father of Muhammad II."

"Mustafa was dissatisfied with this result and also called himself Sultan. The two brothers started a civil war again. The younger brother was defeated and executed..."

These were all things that Alvin had taught in class, and before that, Ritsuka had done her homework, so when she learned the time of the advent, she was very grateful.

As a result, Fatih now gave her a big gift directly!

Old X, thank you so much!

"...I'm going out to relax!"

After leaving these words, Ritsuka rushed out angrily. Mashu, who had just come out of the kitchen, looked at Nero and Ophelia who also came back with unfriendly expressions, and her little head was full of question marks.

"What happened? Why did you..."

"It's just that something that happened in the context of the times was seen by people who shouldn't have seen it."

Scathach leaned forward slightly and leaned on the balcony on the second floor. She watched Li Xiang walk out angrily and shook her head slightly.

"It's still a long way to go, Ritsuka."

The court reports of the Han Dynasty in that land were the earliest newspapers in the world. In 60 BC, the ancient Roman politician Caesar wrote down the events in Rome and the country on white wooden boards to inform the citizens. This was the beginning of European newspapers. In 1450, Johann Gutenberg of Mainz invented the metal movable type printing technology, and printed newspapers began to be published.

"I wish I had never taken that class."

When Li Xiang saw that everyone on the streets of Bursa was discussing this matter, he knew that he had lost.

At this time, at the gate of Bursa, a man who had just received and passed the security check of the gate soldiers walked to the white board where many people gathered. It seemed to function like a bulletin board in the community. He squeezed into the crowd and under the action of force, he quickly came under the bulletin board.

"It is proper for any of my sons, chosen by God to be Sultan, to kill his brothers for the sake of a better world order. The majority of the ulema have pronounced this permission."

——The Book of Laws of Mehmed II