"Your Majesty the Sultan, the Armenians in our army have never been very obedient. Moreover, even if they fight for us, most of them are just dawdling around and often do not work hard. On the battlefield, they are the fastest. But

When they saw the spoils of war, these Armenians were the quickest to strike.

My subordinates all hate the Armenians, and they will be very happy if they are allowed to clean up the Armenians." Kuopulu also expressed his opinion.

"Armenians, well! They are indeed a serious problem. They have a different religion and a different ethnicity from them, and they are always unwilling to convert to our religion."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Get rid of them, enrich our treasury with their property, and sell their women as slaves. This will add a lot of money to the treasury, and we will be able to manufacture the weapons Dorgon mentioned."

"Yeah! I agree."

"Killing the Armenians will not only enrich our treasury, but also imitate the Russian infiltration in the north. I agree!"

"Well! It's time to let the pagans have a taste of the scimitar."

“Kill the Armenians!”
Chapter completed!