The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

At such a critical moment, I can't let the host down.

System 12345 gritted its teeth and stomped its feet.

[Host, I'll advance some internship points to help you get some resources.]

[With these precious gifts as a stepping stone, you will definitely attract a lot of attention from Mumona.]

Anyway, the current situation is very good. I think the host will double the internship points for me in the end.

【Host, please sign for it. 】

When the ships loaded with reinforcements and food arrived at the Golden Horn, thunderous cheers surged like waves, as if to shake the sky down.

The Norma people couldn't help but be excited.

When the Norma Empire was left with only Constantinople as its only city, the food, clothing and daily necessities of 100,000 people became extremely dependent on sea transportation.

Once the sea route is blocked, everyone will feel the suffocation as if their throat is being strangled.

After Mumona succeeded the Sultan, she made no secret of her ambition to seize Constantinople.

The army was pressing forward step by step, the shipping routes were forcibly cut off, the churches and farmlands in the suburbs were all destroyed, and a large number of military camps were built outside the city... Norma, with only a small area left, was in danger.

This city has not had any foreign ships visit for quite some time.

From Augustus to the common people in the Norman Empire, everyone was unable to eat or sleep well.

But who would have thought that today, several warships would actually fight their way through the bloody waters and charge into the Golden Horn! ?

After the first time, won’t there be a second and a third time?

Maybe this time Constantinople will be able to survive again like before?

Therefore, the residents of Constantinople, who were given a shot of adrenaline, spontaneously came to the dock to welcome the reinforcements without waiting for anyone's organization.

"These Romans are so damn poor."

Shu Yichao, standing on the deck, looked at the Norma people swarming in and sighed sincerely.

He was pale and thin, poorly dressed, and looked very poor.

Not to mention comparing them with the burly, fat-faced grassland archers they recruited, even the able-bodied men from the caravans might not be able to compare with them.

And to be honest, the city is in a dilapidated state. Except for a few populated areas, most of the sight is ruins.

Apart from the majestic city walls, the rest of the place looks nothing like the legendary "City of World Desire".

The warship docked, and Constantine XI, who had been waiting for a long time, straightened his clothes and strode forward to greet it.

At the same time, the ceremonial officer also held a scroll and shouted loudly as if it was a matter of fact.

"The great, the supreme, the one appointed by the Lord, the ruler of all the seas and lands of the world, the commander of the invincible legions, the co-lord of the Normans... the only Augustus in the world, welcomes the distinguished guest from afar."

Although the current Norma Emperor has long lost touch with those titles, it does not prevent Constantine XI from bragging and boasting about himself.

Then, he saw an extremely handsome young man walk up to him, circle around him, squat, stand up, squat again, and then walk away.

"..."

Everyone was stunned.

What does this mean?

Shu Yichao didn't even recognize that Constantine XI was the current Emperor Norma.

He was just a gray-haired old man wearing a faded purple robe and a crown decorated with glass instead of gems on his head. He was far from the Augustus he had imagined.

"Eh?" Shu Yichao, who suddenly received the message, stopped and opened his personal interface.

"You got news?"

[You received pepper, salt, liquor, sugar...]

A long list of supplies emerged, all of which were top-notch luxury goods from the Middle Ages.

"Get rich, get rich!"

Shu Yichao was so happy that he even did a backflip.

These things can be used directly as money, which greatly relieves his financial pressure.

Otherwise, halfway through the battle, he might have to rob the Romans while defending Constantinople.

"It seems that we have entered the main storyline. There are so many rewards as soon as we enter the city."

"The revival of Rome is just around the corner."

Shu Yichao was eager to try.

"Your Majesty, he is a Khitan. He doesn't seem to speak our language, and he seems a little crazy."

At this time, Mrs. Marti also stepped onto the shaky plank. She approached Constantine XI and explained softly.

"Oh, oh." Constantine XI nodded, a little confused, and then found that the voice seemed a little familiar.

"You, you are..." He turned around in surprise and looked at the weathered middle-aged woman in front of him.

It was difficult for him to connect her with the noble lady in his childhood memories, with shallow dimples on her face and skin as white as milk.

"Your Majesty, it's me."

Mrs. Marty took off the towel from her face: "Suna."

When old friends meet, even if they have thousands of words to say, they are stuck in their throats and cannot utter a single word.

Finally, Constantine XI could only say dejectedly.

"Suna, I'm sorry, I'm not a qualified emperor."

"Your Majesty, this is not your fault." Mrs. Marti put on the towel again, her words also full of emotion.

"When the Normans whistled in their magnificent bathing palace a thousand years ago, they believed that the empire was like the bathing pool beneath them, built on a single block of granite and would last forever."

"Who could have imagined that the empire would become what it is today?"

Constantine XI remained silent.

Then, he seemed to grasp some key words.

"Wait, what did you say?"

“Khitans!?”

Khitan?

East!

The Priest King!?

Constantine XI's eyes suddenly widened.

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"Bang--" The fierce warriors dragged Baturu Pasha to the front of Mumona Sultan like a dead dog and forced him to kneel down.

The once majestic general knelt in front of the Sultan in great humility, with beads of sweat on his forehead and the back of his clothes soaked.

"Sultan." He crawled on the ground and said tremblingly.

"The subordinates are incompetent."

"Come and die."

Everyone who looked at him turned their heads away slightly, unable to bear to look at him.

This powerful naval commander is likely to become another victim of the sword of Sultan Mumona today.

Mumona Sultan stood up expressionlessly and walked slowly to Baturu.

As the other party's body trembled more and more, she took off her royal robe and draped it over Batolo.

"Thanks for your hard work."

she said.

"Su-Sudan?"

"The loss of soldiers and generals in today's battle is my fault." Sultan Mumona walked back to her throne.

"Everyone has witnessed the performance of the brave men on board, but unfortunately, everyone's exposure to naval warfare is still too short."

"It's really impossible to compare with those who have lived on the ocean since childhood."

"Sure enough, it's a bit too idealistic to build a powerful navy in just half a year."

"Batulu Pasha, this is not your fault. You have done a good job."

"I will mercifully forgive you this time and let you redeem yourself from your crime."

"Su, Sudan." Bartolu's tears and snot mixed together, and he couldn't say a word.

"me--"

"But!" Mumona changed the subject, her tone suddenly rising: "Those warships you let go will cause huge losses to our holy war!"

"The enemy will believe they have received help from their false gods and will become even more foolish and frantic in their fight against our warriors."

"To capture this city, we will have to pay a greater price!"

"And all this is because of your incompetence!"

"I, I..." Bartolu's mood soared to the sky and then fell to the bottom.

"So, you must be punished," Mumona said. "All your property will be confiscated! Use it to reward the bravest soldiers in the next siege!"

"Your title is taken away and given to the first warrior to hoist the flag over Constantinople!"

"You will also be whipped one hundred times in front of all the soldiers as punishment for your poor performance today!"

"If you let another ship run away in the future," she said sinisterly.

"You and your family will all be executed. Do you understand?!"

"Um!?"

"Supreme King, thank you for your mercy! Your servant will serve you forever!" Batolo was dragged out of the royal tent with profuse gratitude.

"Hmph." Mumona's hawk-like gaze swept across the faces of every civil and military minister.

"Those poor pagans are cheering ridiculously for their tiny victory today."

"But they will soon feel the pain of a machete cutting their throat in despair."

"Pass the order down, attack the city tomorrow!!"

Chapter 14 - Khitan Fanatic

The Khitans from the other side of the distant world.

An invincible and terrifying warrior.

The prophesied priest-king.

A handsome boy who is not ordinary

All these combined together, they form——

"Suna," Constantine XI asked in a puzzled voice, "Is this what you mean by a little crazy?"

Augustus had already put it mildly.

Because no matter how you look at it, Shu Yichao seems like a real madman.

When Constantine XI discovered that he might have touched upon a corner of the prophecy, he immediately invited Shu Yichao to his palace for entertainment.

Then, Shu Yichao's abstract expression made all the Norma people who witnessed it feel confused and doubt their lives.

He refuses to walk properly, and either runs or jumps.

He kept switching weapons while running and jumping, switching the scimitar and bow and arrow in his hands at an alarming speed.

Whenever he saw a square or angular place, he would jump up and slide his sword, and no one knew what he was going to do.

If I see something on the road, I can jump and kick it all the way to a distance of a hundred meters...

Even after the banquet to entertain him started, he kept jumping around on the table, knocking over countless pots and pans.