The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Is it really not the case that the monastery's guard was on leave and let the madman out?

Constantine XI fell into deep self-doubt.

"Your Majesty," Mrs. Marty thought for a moment and said, "I've been like this since I first met him."

"Maybe this is the custom of the Khitan people."

"..."

Is it really?

Constantine XI was full of doubts.

But even though Shu Yichao was rude and trampled Augustus's face into the mud, the Norman emperor did not show any anger.

Firstly, he was the emperor in name only, but in reality he was just a poor mayor who was about to go bankrupt. He had no energy and no need to show off in front of powerful reinforcements.

Secondly, everyone in the Norma Empire was stunned by the money used by the "Khitans".

As soon as the grassland archers entered the city, they started spending money lavishly, and even hit people in the face with pepper when they took their things!

That's pepper!

That's pepper that's more valuable than gold!

That kind of pepper is only sold in the most upscale luxury stores. When buying and selling it, you have to close the doors and windows tightly, hold your breath, and check the scale repeatedly to see if there is any problem with the pepper!

In addition, silk, porcelain, refined salt... are all first-class goods.

Thanks to Shu Yichao, Constantine XI not only greatly enriched the national treasury, but also paid the mercenaries and volunteers half a year's salary in one go, which greatly boosted their morale.

Therefore, the attitude of the Norma people now is basically, don’t be polite, just use the money to insult us as much as you want.

"It's boring, it's boring."

After jumping around in the palace of Constantine XI for a while, Shu Yichao soon got bored.

It’s really not that he killed the production team. Although the mod is made realistically and has a sense of immersion, the last Roman emperor must have been miserable.

The so-called palace felt like a bare-bones villa. Not only was there no luxurious decoration, but the banquets were filled with clay and wooden utensils, and the main course was nothing more than bread mixed with sawdust...

Even the imperial banquets were such a mess, what kind of life did this emperor lead on a daily basis?

As for those princes and nobles, in Shu Yichao's view, they were no different from country bumpkins - in a nutshell, there are two words to describe them: shabby.

"Let's jump straight to the action."

Shu Yichao thought this while pressing the fast-forward button.

To others, it seemed that this handsome young man from Khitan, after venting his energy, lowered his head on the recliner and fell asleep under the protection of the grassland archers.

until--

"Clang clang clang!"

Just as the sky was getting light, a burst of urgent alarm sounds spread throughout the city.

On the vast plain outside Constantinople, countless Osmani soldiers dressed in red, as bright as the red sky, were slowly pouring in from the distant road.

Shining scimitars and sharp spears, like a forest of steel, and thousands of war horses, raised billowing smoke and dust - under the Sultan's order, Osman's army is about to set out!

"Enough of small talk, let's start deploying immediately."

The movement of the two hundred thousand strong army was slow and heavy, and the Normans had several hours to prepare before they could assemble and launch the attack.

So Constantine XI immediately began general mobilization according to the previous plan.

Everyone who could still hold a weapon had to contribute to strengthening the city's defenses, either by strengthening fortifications, urgently forging weapons, or stockpiling supplies.

Of course, the main task of defense still fell on the shoulders of the only five or six thousand troops at Constantine XI's disposal, which were a mixed army composed of Normans, mercenaries, and volunteers from all over the country.

He gave the valley area north of the Western Wall and the hilly area south of the Western Wall to mercenaries and volunteers.

He personally sat in the most important middle section of the west wall, raised the double-headed eagle flag, and announced to everyone that Augustus of Norma would live and die with the city.

But as he was making the arrangements, Constantine XI suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Hiss—" He asked after taking a look around at the officers of various ranks wearing various armors.

"What about the Khitans?"

"Where have they gone?"

For such an important military meeting, even if they don't understand what we are saying, it is unlikely that no one will show up.

"Wow--"

"call--"

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of people gasping for air outside.

Immediately afterwards, a messenger rushed in with cold sweat on his face, and was speechless for a long time before he spoke.

"Your Majesty, those Khitans are leaving, leaving, leaving the city."

"what?"

At the same time, outside the city of Constantinople, Mumona, who had just finished praying, rode her horse to the murderous Osman army, ready to give a passionate speech to boost the morale of the army.

But before she could speak, the gates of Constantinople were opened.

She didn't know whether to continue swinging the scimitar she had just raised or just put it down.

What are the Norma people doing?

Do you want to surrender directly?

Mumona's thoughts were in a mess.

But then she realized that these people didn't seem to be coming out to surrender.

Because those cavalrymen, fully armed with sharp weapons, quickly leaned against the city wall and formed a long formation outside the city.

Arrogant!

Too embarrassing!

After being stunned at first, all the Osmani warriors became furious.

These pagans are so rampant!

In their imagination, those weak guys should be hiding behind the towering city walls, shivering, and fantasizing that dead things can protect them forever.

Then, the warriors blessed by the true God would grin and shatter the tiny hopes in their hearts, attack their cities, reap their lives, and plunder their wealth...

I never expected that with such a small number of people, they would dare to go out of the city to fight?

Who do they think they are!?

But in fact, the other side can be even more arrogant.

After having his grassland archers line up against the wall, Shu Yichao rushed to the front of the two armies alone.

In the dull eyes of the Osman people and the horrified sight of the Norman people on the city wall, he shouted loudly and arrogantly.

"Shazhou Shu Yichao is here!"

"Who dares to fight me to the death?!"

Chapter 15-Who will fight me to the death?

"What is he doing!?"

Constantine XI, who had seen Shu Yichao's actions in full view and hurriedly climbed up the city wall, was extremely crazy.

"Does he know what he's doing!?"

"One person challenging an army of 200,000!?"

"Does this Khitan really have a brain?!"

Originally, according to Constantine XI's idea, all the troops would rely on the extremely solid West Wall for defense.

This crystallization of wisdom from the ancient Norman era is not only tall and majestic, but also extremely complex.

Various outer retaining walls, moats, inner walls of moats, steep slope retaining walls, outer city platforms, outer city walls, inner city platforms, inner city walls... are enough to make anyone dizzy.

The city walls were built of huge granite boulders, with cliffs outside and cover inside. Dozens of towers, hundreds of corner towers and bunkers were intertwined, forming an extremely terrifying crossfire.

Any normal person would be deeply shocked and feel incomparable fear when seeing the endless Western Wall.

It was precisely because he controlled the Western Wall that Constantine XI had the confidence to compete with the Ottomans, who were dozens of times larger than himself.

He believed that if Shu Yichao's well-equipped soldiers could be deployed on the city wall, they would be able to deal a heavy blow to any enemy leaning against the west wall.

However, the Khitans gave up this great advantage and went to attack the Osman people?

What does he mean?

Constantine XI, who marked Shu Yichao as "dead", began to feel sorry for those hundreds of elite soldiers.

If they were used to defend the city, how great a role would they play!

"Shoot that idiot into a hornet's nest."

In the Osmani army, a speechless officer gave orders to his soldiers.

"We have to attack the city soon. We don't have time to deal with such idiots."

Amidst a burst of laughter, a sharpshooter drew his bow, drew his arrow, whooshed it out, and then confidently put it away.

Well, the next thing is to have the pleasure of watching the fool fall off his horse and the warhorse run away in panic.

"Swish——" a slightly painful groan was heard.

"Bang--" The sharpshooter was pierced through the eye by the huge kinetic energy of the arrow. The whole person suddenly took off and then hit the flagpole hard.

He flapped his wings twice, and the last bit of life he had left disappeared without a trace.

There was a burst of surprised boos from the Osman army - Shu Yichao actually snatched the arrow with his bare hands, then drew his bow and sent the sharpshooter away!

"Shazhou Shu Yichao is here!"

In front of more than 100,000 people, Shu Yichao raised the bow in his hand and continued to roar arrogantly.

"Who wants to fight me for three hundred rounds!?"

"..."

"Bastard!" Some of the Osman soldiers who didn't believe in evil immediately picked up their bows and arrows, ready to fight this ignorant boy.

“Dong dong dong dong!!”

A moment later, the battle flags at the front of the Othmani army were all hung with Othmani archers - as if they were lined up to hang themselves.

Many soldiers looked at the flag, then at Shu Yichao, and rubbed their eyes involuntarily - God, are we dreaming?

"Wow!"

"Long live!"

“The Lord is protecting us!”

Such a shocking performance caused thunderous cheers on the Western Wall and greatly boosted morale.

[Hehehe, host, the stuff I gave you is useful, right?]

System 12345 found that the distance between Shu Yichao and Mumona had shortened, and Mumona was paying more and more attention to Shu Yichao, so it naturally believed that it had made the greatest contribution.

[As expected, even Mumona couldn't ignore that batch of supplies.]

[Come on, host! 】

[If you don't take this opportunity to improve your favorability, when will you?]

"Great king, I will go to meet him!" Seeing that Mumona's face looked a little strange, one of her generals immediately volunteered.

Now even if thousands of arrows were shot at that pretty boy and pierced him into a porcupine, it would be useless.

The other party has already attacked you fiercely, and using bows and arrows to fight back will only make them think that you are incompetent and that the victory is unfair.

It is necessary to kill that pretty boy in front of everyone in order to re-inspire Osman's morale.

"Hmm." Mumona hummed lightly as a response.

When Shu Yichao just arrived at the front of the battle, she almost blurted out to send someone to capture him alive.