The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

The old man suddenly realized that his face was twitching, and he was afraid that his facial features were twisted into one.

So he quickly softened his tone and relaxed his slightly ferocious face.

"Mulang, you should be able to see very far."

"The one you mentioned, the one who looks a lot like Dad."

"Is his hair the same as Dad's?"

"I didn't see it." Liu Lang answered honestly.

"He was wearing a helmet."

And a helmet! ?

“…” The old man’s body trembled slightly.

"Horse!" he shouted loudly. It was hard to imagine that such an old body could make such a loud voice.

"Bring my horse here!"

"hurry up!"

The old woman quickly stopped him: "Boss!"

"How old are you?"

"Still riding?"

"No!" The old man gasped and tapped his cane. "I have to catch up and find out!"

"Or I'll be dead!"

"Buried in the ground!"

"I can't sleep in the coffin!"

Chapter 111 - White Hair All Over the City

"What does it mean that the recruitment order can't be used?"

Shu Yichao pointed at the screen.

He used the initial capital to buy a recruitment order.

It turned out that we couldn't directly recruit soldiers like in the last script.

What's even stranger is...

"Can't recruit soldiers?"

"But it's possible to recruit heroes directly?"

"What is this setting?"

Shu Yichao fell into deep thought.

"But this hero recruitment interface—I remember in the original Alien War, it was the interface for inviting friends."

As the most successful patchwork game of the year, Alien War naturally has online functionality.

"Is this Chinese translation really correct?"

Click to open the hero unit interface.

Only one nearby hero is colorful, the others are all grayish white.

“This is actually just inviting friends.”

"The only people whose thinking acceleration rate is in the same range are..."

"Miadra?"

“Is this person among my friends?”

Shu Yichao scrolled through the interface, and accidentally clicked on recruitment.

"Click——"

The space before my eyes made a sound like a mirror shattering, and then it really shattered like a mirror.

Behind the shattered space was a blood-red, distorted scene.

"Boom, boom!" A figure as strong as an iron tower walked out from the broken gap with heavy steps.

When the figure completely walked out, the space crack behind it recovered in an instant, as if what had just been seen was all an illusion.

"You really invited your friends to help?"

Shu Yichao was speechless.

"What kind of bullshit setting is this?"

“The players are the heroes?”

"Uh—there doesn't seem to be anything wrong?"

Players are often even more ruthless than NPC heroes.

The reason why Shu Yichao was certain that the person coming was a player.

Because the people on the opposite side are wearing a very mixed style of clothes.

Wearing a bulletproof helmet, a gas mask, and a red tasseled hat.

Under the lamellar armor that was even more iron-clad than an iron pagoda was a camouflage uniform, with a military water bottle and a military shovel hanging on the belt.

He was holding a red-tasseled spear in his hands while wearing combat gloves, and on his feet were armor and military boots.

how to say……

There is a feeling that the Rhine Protectorate is the first to enter the camp and fight against the British, French, American and Soviet captains and the grenadiers of the Beihai Guard.

The visitor looked around and then his eyes fell on Shu Yichao.

"Hehehe—since you've chosen to summon the devil, then, mortal, what price can you pay to fulfill your wish—hmm!?"

"Hiss--" A muffled sound of gasping for air came from under the gas mask.

"Shu Yichao?"

"Your grandson is still alive?"

"Where have you been these past few years?"

Be bad!

Shu Yichao appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually extremely panicked.

Oops!

Whose animal is this?

Since the elementary school dormitory is a big dormitory, the middle school dormitory is also a big dormitory, and the university dormitory is also a big dormitory——

This led to conflicts with Shu Yichao. When it came to issues like getting food, taking attendance, and copying homework, there were quite a few conjugate fathers and sons of the same generation as Schrödinger...

He had no idea who was on the other end.

Not good——

The other party recognized me, but I didn't recognize the other party...

If this matter were to be exposed, I would be laughed to death by this bastard in front of me.

First pretend to recognize the other person, then try to get some words out of him.

Shu Yichao, having made up his mind, immediately responded.

"Oh, sad."

"After not seeing each other for so long, how can your son talk to me like this?"

"Alas, if a son is not well taught, it is the fault of the father. It is my fault that I did not educate you well."

As Shu Yichao spoke, he shook his head and sighed.

???

Mia Zora was stunned.

Wasn't he a very well-behaved kid?

I haven't seen you for a few years. How come you look like this?

Hiss—could it be the subtle influence of the years I spent hanging out with him in this world...

No, I absolutely cannot admit it!

If the fact that I led a child astray were to be exposed, I would be laughed to death.

“Hey, hey, hey!!” Mia Zola thrust the red tasseled spear into the sand and put her hands on her hips.

"Think back to when I helped you get food every day and raised you with my own hard work."

"If you hadn't suddenly disappeared, I might have raised you."

"To be fair, shouldn't you call me dad?"

"It's against you!"

"Kneel down quickly and kowtow to your father!"

The two sides quickly engaged in a heated debate over the question of who was the father and who was the son.

Then--

"Zeng——" Miya Zhuola suddenly pulled out the red tasseled spear, protected Shu Yichao behind him, and pointed the red tasseled spear in the direction of the sound.

Shu Yichao also jumped on his horse and took out his sword.

"Da da, da da--" Several horses and riders stopped not far from Shu Yichao and the other man.

The one leading the group was an old man with gray hair and beard.

The old man's eyes swept over the two of them, and after seeing Shu Yichao's appearance, his eyes became extremely hot.

This outfit——

This appearance——

People from Central Plains!

Definitely from the Central Plains!

No one within thousands of miles dares to wear this kind of clothes!

The air exhaled from the nose seemed to become extremely hot.

The hands holding the reins were shaking.

The old man swallowed, his face flushed with excitement, he clasped his fists and saluted, his voice trembling slightly.

"This young general——"

Then he pointed to his hair.

"I am a citizen of the Tang Dynasty."

"Excuse me, did the Saint give the order to send out troops?"

"Is it true that our Tang Dynasty troops have fought back?"

"..."

"..."

Mia Zola put down the red tasseled spear in his hand and remained silent.

After all, it had been summoned to this world before, and it understood it quite well.

It knew the identity of the visitor.

Not a robber.

Rather, they are the remnants left on this land after the Tang Dynasty lost this land.