The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

There was an exclamation.

The Othmen's pounding of their shields slowed, and the cheers died down, replaced by gasps of fear and terror.

Because in full view of everyone, Bayed, who passed by Shu Yichao, was clearly shaking visibly.

The sounds of gasps came one after another.

No way.

Not really.

really.

Could it be that……

Under the worried gaze of the Osmanis, Bayed finally managed to steady himself.

But the haze has quietly invaded the hearts of every Osmani.

"Hu, hu, hu——" The scorching air stung his nostrils, sticky sweat soaked Bayed's back, and his hand holding the battle axe was trembling.

"God, what kind of monster is this?"

Before the fight, this Thunder of Osman simply thought that the opponent was just another scratch on his credit book.

But after two or three rounds of fighting, Bayed no longer thought so.

Whether it was strength, speed, or the ruthlessness of the attack, he was completely suppressed!

"This, this is the Khitan?"

He turned his horse around and muttered to himself.

For the first time in his life, he realized that he could feel fear.

"The attack seems to be 90?" Shu Yichao sighed and commented on Bayed based on the quality of the troops he had formed in the game before.

"High-road cargo cavalry?"

"No, he has no armor."

Shu Yichao glanced at Bayed's heart-protection mirror and finally came to a conclusion.

"I see. They are experienced barbarian tribal cavalrymen."

Referred to as horse-riding cannon fodder.

"It's such a waste of such a good horse."

"It's time to finish."

"..." Bayed's hair stood on end, and a feeling of being stared at by a deadly beast surged into his heart.

Osman's Thunder, a brave general who had fought in the army for thirty years, suddenly had the idea of ​​escaping.

joke?

How can I escape?

I absolutely cannot run away!

"Ahhhh!!!" Perhaps to cheer himself up or out of fear, Bayed, contrary to his previous calm demeanor, roared, swung his battle axe and rushed towards Shu Yichao first.

Shu Yichao fought back without hesitation.

But just as the two sides were about to collide, in front of everyone's incredulous gaze, Shu Yichao jumped up from his horse, took a Void Step, and pointed his scimitar at Bayed.

"Shh-"

Blood splattered the sky.

Shu Yichao kicked the headless corpse into the dust, and then landed on the tall horse he had been coveting for a long time.

"Hahahahaha!!"

He stroked the horse and laughed heartily: "I've made a killing! I've made a killing!"

"A heavy horse with a speed of 300!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" The defenders on the west wall had gone crazy. They howled, sang, clamored, hugged, jumped and danced, waved flags, pounded their shields, and cried for joy.

Osman's thunder is broken today!

In contrast, the Osman army fell into a dead silence.

[Host, what have you done again!? ]

[Bayed's favorability towards you instantly dropped to zero.]

[How many times has this happened? ]

[Every time, the level of attention increases, then suddenly drops to zero.]

System 12345 was very puzzled and completely confused.

[Did you do something to offend Bayede so badly?]

Chapter 17- Let’s talk about whether the main storyline has been pushed forward or not

When Osman's thunder was extinguished, all the Osman people were extremely frightened and confused.

Even Mumona's mind was blank.

She never expected that the veteran of three dynasties and the bravest warrior in the Osman army would be killed in such a place.

However, she also knew that now was not the time to be in a daze.

"Hmm." After biting her tongue hard and tasting a slightly sweet and fishy taste, Mumona roared loudly.

"Warriors of Osman, avenge the old general!"

"Kill!"

"Ahhhh!!" At this moment, the Osman army, who were still in shock, finally came to their senses.

The smoke and dust billowed straight into the sky——

Thousands of elite Osmani cavalrymen who had already lined up, holding bright red flags, marched towards Shu Yichao in a mighty force.

Mumona did not order all the warriors to attack - most of them were not yet deployed for battle. If they were sent into battle, they would become sitting ducks for the Norma people on the west wall.

So they had to send out elite cavalry to get back their place and retrieve the old general's body.

However, she didn't know that this was actually even more stupid.

"Only a thousand people? Who are you looking down on?"

Shu Yichao didn't need to say much. The grassland archers lined up with their backs to the wall swarmed in and launched a counterattack under the leadership of Shu Yichao.

"Bang!" It was as if two torrents collided violently, and the dust splashed up made the earth tremble.

"What……"

Mumona, who had climbed to a high place, looked at the cavalry brigades colliding with each other in shock.

At this moment, the quality gap between the two sides' troops was fully demonstrated -

In just a moment of confrontation, more than a hundred Osman cavalrymen were killed, while on Shu Yichao's side, only a dozen or so fell.

After the close combat began, the gap was further widened.

Although the armor and defense of the two are almost the same, the casualties of the Osman cavalry are generally only 20 to 30, while the casualties of the steppe archer cavalry are often as high as 70.

However, how could the Osman cavalry, with only twenty or thirty points of attack and defense, be a match for the grassland archers with an attack point of over seventy?

Not to mention that the grassland archers were led by Shu Yichao.

He only had to hold his scimitar across his chest and gallop on his horse, and wherever he passed, the Osmani cavalry fell one after another, like wheat being cut in a field.

"The Jihadists, like ice melting under the scorching sun..."

Someone said with a shudder.

collapsed.

After several fierce battles, Osman's elite cavalry completely collapsed when they found that their friendly forces were being swept away by the enemy like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

They had long forgotten that they were fierce grassland warriors, and only knew to throw away their weapons and armor and flee to their own battle formation in panic.

No matter how the generals shouted, no matter how the Khitans chased them and hacked them madly, they just ran away without looking back.

Then, all the Osman warriors saw a scene that made them extremely depressed.

The grassland warriors who used to come and go like the wind were chased like stray dogs by the Khitans, who were far fewer in number than them.

"Shoot!" Seeing that the Khitans were about to catch up with their main camp, the Osman people had no choice but to bend their bows and shoot arrows, forcing the Khitans to retreat with a dense rain of arrows.

"Stop!" After chasing for a while, Shu Yichao led the grassland archers to retreat.

It is difficult to chase the cavalry, otherwise they will end up in the middle of Osman's army.

Although Shu Yichao was very arrogant, he also felt that with only 300 cavalrymen facing an army of 200,000, he was still at a slight disadvantage.

"Long live!"

"Long live Khitan!"

When he returned victorious, the whole city cheered for the hero who had defeated Osman.

They crowded on both sides of the street, making the entire road blocked. Flowers and fine wine were thrown at Shu Yichao and his "Khitan cavalry" as if they were free.

And when the crazy patriarch, who had escaped from the church by some unknown means, appeared on the street, the atmosphere was completely pushed to the sky.

"You're here."

"You're finally here!"

The Patriarch shouted loudly, leaning on his cane.

"The Priest King of the East!"

"Invincible Commander!"

"Hope to save the empire!"

Many people recognized the patriarch, and at the same time, they suddenly remembered the long-circulated prophecy.

Will the Eastern Priest King save the empire in the future?

Lord, is this the revelation you have given to us devout believers?

I don't know who spoke first, but people waved their arms enthusiastically and shouted over and over again.

"Priest King!"

"Priest King!"

Although Shu Yichao didn't understand what they were saying, he nodded, indicating that this was the case...

So he also smiled and waved to the Norma people.

As a result, coupled with the talent of [Alluring Beauty], the enthusiasm in the city of Constantinople was completely ignited!

The shouts reached up to the sky, down to the underworld, and echoed through the clouds!

"Well, it seems like we're through today." Constantine XI sighed among the crowd.

Although he was very conservative and only said that they defended the city on the first day, he couldn't help but reveal a long-lost smile on his face.

Compared with the high morale and constant cheers in the city of Constantine, the Osman military camp was filled with gloom and desolation.

The enemy came alone to provoke, but the result was that their best warrior was beheaded, and only a headless corpse was recovered. A cavalry brigade of a thousand men was hacked to death or wounded in just a few moments...

Mumona knew that today she could not allow the Osmani army to forcefully attack the city when their morale was low.

Therefore, the troops had to hurry back to the camp and wait for the next day to fight again.

But she couldn't just do nothing.

At the very least, we must find a way to boost the morale of the army.

"I am still too young after all." Mumona, who had been sitting alone in her tent for several hours, sighed.

"I never expected that the Khitans would actually be as brave and courageous as the legend said."

"Where did that pagan emperor find such powerful reinforcements to serve as his secret weapon?"