The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

However, how could the soldiers on his ship, who were so seasick that they could barely walk, compete with the terrifying warriors summoned by Shu Yichao?

The few arrows he shot failed to hit anyone, let alone the boat.

"Connect the strings!"

Shu Yichao's eyelids twitched as he saw many of his own arrows fall into the water.

Damn, a bunch of prodigals!

Even after upgrading, his archery skills are still so poor.

Let’s solve it in close combat.

Osman's navy is a landlubber, and Shu Yichao's navy is similar. They don't know how to ram or cut with oars at all.

But it doesn't matter. I'm here to revive Rome, and there's no problem in using Roman tactics.

So, the Osman people, who were beaten badly, found that when the opposite flagship approached, a long board with a hook extended from the deck and hooked their warship with a click.

Immediately afterwards, a young man wearing chain mail and wielding a scimitar came like a whirlwind, killing his way from the bow to the stern in one breath.

In just a few minutes, there was no one alive on the boat.

"Oh my god, there are actually several sets of armor."

"Get rich, get rich."

"Hey, come and change!"

Shu Yichao was shouting.

"Clean up the battlefield, next ship!"

"Ah?" It was not until Shu Yichao returned to the boat that Mrs. Mati stared with her eyes wide open and let out a cry of "Ah".

Chapter 12-The Advantage is in Me

The thin warship rushed towards the heavy naval fleet, which seemed like an egg hitting a rock, but in fact it was as easy and comfortable as a hot knife cutting through butter.

The party with an absolute numerical advantage is like a huge but useless flock of sheep, hesitating, fearful, rushing left and right, trampling on each other. No matter how large their numbers are, they are just at the mercy of others.

The warship flying the white flag with a black cross looked like a bloodthirsty wolf targeting a flock of sheep.

If they wanted to, they could seize any Othman Lamb at lightning speed, slit its throat and bleed it, and then tear it into pieces with ease.

Mumona looked at the sea with a dark face.

All the civil and military officials under her command held their breath and did not dare to breathe.

It's so embarrassing.

The warships, which outnumbered the enemy by dozens of times, were pinned to the ground and beaten like a father beating his son.

In just a short while, they lost seven or eight warships, while the casualties on the other side were almost negligible.

"Tell that to Bartolu."

Mumona said coldly.

"If he can't keep these ships, he won't have to come back to see me."

Compared to the demoralized Osman people, the Norma people were simply celebrating the New Year.

In fact, when Shu Yichao's warships appeared on the sea, the soldiers on the city wall discovered them.

And when Shu Yichao launched the attack, he quickly attracted the attention of the entire city.

As Shu Yichao led his fleet to charge into the Osman Navy as if there was no one around, the cheers on the city walls were like thunder.

Even Constantine XI hurriedly climbed up the city wall to watch this exciting scene.

"Holy Mary." He crossed himself, tears welling in his eyes. "Could it be that the Lord is protecting us?"

Having spent half his life in the military, he was so excited by what he saw that he wished he could be on those warships, holding a sword and madly reaping the lives of the Osmani soldiers.

If the Norma people on the city wall were just excited, then the people on the warship were already crazy.

Since when did those arrogant barbarian warriors become so easy to bully?

When they saw the first battleship, Mrs. Marti and others were just extremely surprised.

When they saw the second battleship, they were in disbelief.

By the time they arrived at the third and fourth ships, they were no longer able to think and had completely gone crazy.

"Kill!" Mrs. Marti roared, holding a long sword and following the grassland archers to rush towards Osman's fleet. She remained calm even after being hit by three arrows.

They only knew how to charge, charge, and charge to death, as if as long as they kept on hacking away, they could fight their way through the Osman fleet and make their way to Constantinople.

In fact, this was indeed the case. All the Osmani fleets that stood in their way were powerless to resist and collapsed at the first touch.

However, just as Shu Yichao's fleet was about to break through the Osman fleet.

"Whoosh--" the inflated sails suddenly fell down, and the warship, which was as fast as the wind just now, dropped a lot of speed.

Then they slowed down further and further until they lost momentum and came to a complete stop.

"There's no wind?" Shu Yichao shook off the blood on his scimitar and looked at the shriveled sail curiously.

Although the warship he was riding had oars, it mainly relied on sails.

After all, the grassland archers are a bunch of uncles who are very active in ordering them to burn, kill and loot. If they are asked to do hard work like paddling, they will do it in a way that will shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep.

Therefore, the operation of the ship still depends on the sailors provided by Mrs. Marti.

That amount of manpower is naturally not enough. Once there is no wind, the ship will basically be stranded.

"God bless us!" Baturu Pasha, who had been wondering where to bury himself, was overjoyed when he saw Shu Yichao's fleet stopped, and immediately shouted loudly.

"All warships, charge immediately!"

"Kill them all!"

"No one is allowed to stay!"

"Why at this time?" Mrs. Marty cried out in despair.

"Lord, is this your will as well?"

Who would have thought that heaven and hell were just a thin line apart.

"What are they shouting?" Compared with the Norma people whose morale plummeted, Shu Yichao was not affected at all.

It’s not windy anymore?

Does that mean you can chop it for a while longer?

"It's so fucking noisy—"

"Brothers, ignore those guys." Shu Yichao pointed at the surrounding Osman warships.

"Everyone has a head, everyone has experience, line up and don't fight."

Boom!

The warships collided, and the Osmanis came in like a tide.

"Huh..." Looking at the small fleet that was completely surrounded, Bartolu finally felt relieved and began to straighten his clothes.

Should I report the victory to the Sultan or apologize?

Should the voice be trembling or excited?

"It will only take half an hour at most to solve it." He thought confidently.

It is true that the Osman people are not good at navy, but now, even if we rely on manpower to flood, we can still drown those people.

Twenty thousand versus five hundred, the advantage is on my side.

As he looked on expectantly, Shu Yichao led his troops like a whirlwind and killed all the people on the first boat that approached.

"..."

Next came the second ship.

"..."

Then came the third ship.

Under Bartolu's dull gaze, the remaining warships hesitated to move forward, looking at each other, and no one dared to be the first to step forward.

"This, this..." His eyes were dull and he didn't even notice that his luxurious clothes were torn into pieces.

"Who is that!" Mumona, who had originally sat down and was ready to wait for Bartolu to report victory, suddenly stood up, her beautiful eyes full of shock.

"How could there be such a brave general in the world?"

"How could there be such a ferocious army in the world?"

"What a loser." Shu Yichao commented on his opponent: "Not even as good as high-level cannon fodder."

In a battle, one side does not need several times the strength to completely defeat the other. Once a certain attribute exceeds one quarter of the opponent, it is almost a crushing victory.

Unfortunately, even though the attributes of the grassland archers were average in Shu Yichao's eyes, they were often more than twice as powerful as the Osman warriors.

Not to mention that the Ottomans were generally seasick.

As a result, the Osman fleet suffered thousands of casualties, but Shu Yichao's losses, excluding the Norma, totaled only a dozen or so.

Such a huge disparity in casualties means that naval battles are difficult to escape, so the Osman fleet did not collapse, otherwise it would have scattered like birds and beasts.

"Hey, is there a bug?" Shu Yichao, who hadn't chopped enough, stretched his shoulders and looked at the Osman fleet circling nearby, and clicked his tongue.

"Sure enough, once there are too many modules, everyone gets stuck. It's so boring to watch."

He casually grabbed an arrow that flew over, drew his bow, shot the arrow, and pierced the head of the archer on the opposite side. Then Shu Yichao found that the Osman seemed even more stunned.

After a while, the other side stopped shooting arrows.

The sea fell into an eerie silence.

"But it doesn't matter. If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to it—" Shu Yichao called out his name: "That guy, you, you, you—"

"Paddle me."

"It's really weird."

"Why can't this distance be shortened?"

After rowing for a while but failing to catch a single Osman warship, Shu Yichao was puzzled: "Is there a bug?"

"Load the crossbow!" Bartolu, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly woke up and said, "Load the crossbow!"

"Kill him, you must kill him for me!"

"Sink those ships!"

"I just don't believe it. Can those guys swim and fight with us at the same time?!"

Bartolu's order came a little late.

The sea breeze was howling.

When the flag with a black cross on a white background was raised again, all the Osman warships, either intentionally or unintentionally, made way for a path leading directly to Constantinople.

"Hurry up!" Seeing this, Mrs. Marti knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, and immediately ordered the sailors to raise the sails and rush towards the Golden Horn.

At the urging of the commander, the Osman warship began to "chase" slowly, but the distance between them was getting bigger and bigger.

"Hu——" When Shu Yichao's fleet sailed away, the sound of exhalations came from the Osman fleet.

The sailors looked at each other and found that their faces were full of fear and horror.

"It's over." Seeing the eight ships sailing into the Golden Horn unimpeded amid the cheers of the Normans, Batolo's eyes rolled back and he fell to the deck with a bang.

Now Sultan Mumona is going to play a game of elimination with the Nine Clans.

Chapter 13 - The Priest King Arrives in the Holy City

【Host, you are so strong.】

[In just a short while, you've already made a deep impression on Mumona.]

System 12345 said excitedly.