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The Extra Wants To Live-Chapter 265: The Siege of Bursa [1]
A herald with a large frame and a stiff beard resembling a lion's mane stood proudly in front of the firmly closed gates and shouted in a loud voice:
"Listen to the words of Sultan Yusuf Abban Ayyub Al-Abigail, who rules over this land as the incarnation of the great god Hadad, who stands above the waters where life sprouts, who rules over the place where the sun rises, who stands on the sword of the noble Padishah!"
As the herald's cry rang out through the heavens, a reply came from the walls.
Shhh!
An arrow flew widely.
Master Mitat, Yusuf's messenger, lightly caught the arrow that flew in like a ray of light and held it in his hand.
Puck!
No one could even see Mitat waving his hand, but everyone could clearly see that the arrow leaving his hand cleanly pierced the head of the high-ranking rebel warrior who had shot it.
"Sultan Yusuf Abban Ayyub Al-Abigail, whose wrath is like the sun, has personally stepped into this place to strike down the hammer of judgment on the rebels who dared to commit the unforgivable sin!"
Mitat said nothing about the arrows flying but shouted what he had to say. His composure showed strength, and his angry voice showed authority.
Mitat slowly rode his horse and gazed intently at the top of the castle walls.
"Moreover, Sultan Yusuf Abban Ayyub Al-Abigail, whose mercy is like a river, has personally taken the noble step to this place to extend his last hand to you!"
At Mitat's words, a rumbling sound flowed over the castle walls. Despite his treason, Yusuf promised mercy on the basis of his name and authority.
From the perspective of ordinary soldiers, these words were an irresistible temptation.
They were fighting only because of orders from their superiors and also because they knew that if they lost, they would all be executed for treason anyway.
But since Yusuf himself came and made the promise in his own name and authority, it was inevitable that their hearts would waver.
Above all, they had no desire to fight themselves. As supplies ran out, the warehouses began to empty. The situation only worsened in a two-front war.
Many had never even thought about rebellion in the first place and had no desire to join the Kuah Hadad sect.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
But they couldn't bring themselves to say they would surrender.
At Mitat's shout, a giant man, two meters tall, pushed past the soldiers and appeared on top of the wall.
"The name and authority of the vile and dark snake Yusuf, who made the Padishah swallow poison and took his place, has already fallen to the ground! The only thing left for Yusuf, who sits there and casts a shadow over the future of Tumaria, is the Spear of Hadad!"
As one of the main figures in the civil war, Husayn, one of the Sultans who revolted, condemned Yusuf.
Husayn's face, flushed with anger, burned with conviction. He was acting solely of his own volition.
He wanted to drive out Yusuf for Tumaria of his own volition. It was just that someone else believed that what he said was the unshakable truth.
"Are you going to be played like this by the truly evil snake Yusuf? Open your eyes and see clearly what you are following, Mitat!"
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Sultan Husayn shouted in sorrow and rage at Master Mitat, his teacher who had once taught him martial arts.
At those words, Mitat's rock-like face distorted in pain.
Husayn was a young and great Sultan with the body of an elephant, the courage of a lion, and the wisdom of a turtle.
Before Yusuf came forward, he was considered the strongest candidate for the position of Padishah, and his master Mitat even personally taught him martial arts.
"Traitor Husayn! You are the one who must truly open your eyes!"
But Husayn had already crossed the river of no return.
Even if Husayn was just being played by others, he was the leader of the rebellion and the one who threw Tumaria into chaos.
Mitat had no choice but to kill him.
Mitat shouted like a lion, suppressing his sorrow, but then fell silent for a moment, unable to suppress his agitated heart.
"I can't say I don't know who is joining hands with heretics and throwing Tumaria into chaos!"
"Heresy?"
As Mitat continued his words, another figure appeared on the walls of Bursa.
An old woman leaned cautiously against the wall, looking down at Mitat with stern eyes.
"The Kuah Hadad sect still follows Hadad. It just branched off because there was a difference of opinion in the interpretation of the doctrine."
"… Akhtal Naqshidil."
Mitat groaned.
Naqshidil, the spiritual leader of the Hadad Order, was one of the 16 Akhtals who had the authority to interpret doctrine independently and convene a council.
"All we want is for the Kuah Hadad sect to be recognized as a sect. The right to new interpretations and deliberations of doctrines is within the Akhtal's authority. Why then do you want to suppress it with such brutal force?"
Naqshidil spoke earnestly, as if she truly could not understand. She now felt betrayed by the central government of Tumaria and the Hadad sect, which were persecuting the sect and labeling it heretical.
"Akhtal Naqshidil, you have never reinterpreted the doctrine, you have never convened a council, and you do not even believe in it in the first place."
Mitat could not bring himself to raise his voice to Akhtal, so he spoke politely.
"What on earth are you talking about? Are you saying that all this is just a mirage?"
"… … ."
Naqshidil, on the other hand, could not hide her embarrassment at Mitat's words and asked back.
At that sight, Mitat had to suppress the anger and sadness that threatened to explode.
"…If you don't surrender, I have no choice but to punish you with a hammer."
"We will not surrender. For the sake of Tumaria."
Mitat silently looked up at Husayn, who was responding to the ultimatum with burning conviction, then turned away with his lips tightly shut.
He wanted to tear his body apart and scream until his throat burst.
He felt so miserable that he couldn't even express it in words.