What about the Rumelians, heretics, infidels and slaves in the city?
That is a good question that caught the Sultana Dowager.
Because she has never ever thought about it, because, honestly, usually speaking, who will want to care about them? Though the courtier is right, for the situation now is unusual, for there are an army of cursed Rumelians that is just some distance away from the city.
Kill them?
Not enough time.
Imprison them?
Not enough cells.
The Sultana Dowager frowned, and ordered a command that she thinks, is the most feasible. "Empty the armoury and gather up all the foreign women and children, stuff them into the building and lock it up, while for the men, turn the three barracks inside the city into concentration camp, squeeze all the men inside, and order them to manufacture bolts and arrows for the Ottoman army."
"Yes, your Majesty."