The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

An arrow pierced his eye and exited from the back of his head.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

"Huh?" The soldier next to him thought he had fallen and subconsciously wanted to help him up.

Then the soldier saw a flash of light like lightning in the darkness.

The soldier didn't react until a ghostly figure passed by him and ran away.

Oh, it’s an enemy attack.

hiss--

That light seemed to be the blade of a scimitar.

really-

What a quick knife!

Speaking of which, why does this headless body look so familiar?

Exactly like me...

boom!

Countless soldiers were awakened from their sleep. Amid the noise, they opened their tents, only to be horrified to find their comrades running and crying everywhere, and tents on fire everywhere.

The vague black shadows rushed around, madly harvesting the lives of all those who dared to stop them——

In an instant, the Osman camp, which had no idea how many enemy troops had arrived, was in chaos. They rushed around in panic, trampled on each other, and completely collapsed.

"Woohoo—so cool, so cool!" Shu Yichao roared like an ape, setting fire all the way, and finally led his troops into the artillery camp.

"Come on, come on, move quickly!" The artillerymen were either dead or escaped. Shu Yichao easily found a large number of gunpowder boxes and then piled them next to the cannons.

Immediately afterwards, he led the team away, then drew an arrow and lit it on fire.

"Let's watch the fireworks!"

"Boom!"

Explosion, big bang, earth-shattering explosion!

The Osmani soldiers who were running wildly in the military camp first felt a terrible shaking under their feet, and then they were shaken away and fell heavily to the ground. All kinds of earth, rocks and rubble fell down like a torrential rain.

Some soldiers raised their heads with difficulty, but found that almost no one could stand properly. Even if there were some who could walk, they were staggering like drunkards.

And in the direction of the artillery position, a huge and extremely bright fireball suddenly rose up!

The orange fireball expanded, flashed, and exploded, causing countless splashes of flesh and blood and shrill wails!

After a flash of dazzling light, a huge wave of sound swept up countless metals, stones, and gravel, sweeping across the crowded military camp and cruelly penetrating the thin soldiers along the way.

Most of the artillery positions were turned upside down in the terrifying explosion.

The supreme cannon that the Osman people were so proud of and had spent countless manpower and resources to build was turned into a pile of black debris after only firing for half a day.

"What a huge firework." Shu Yichao blocked the glare and said, "I give this model a five-star rating!"

"Hey, why are there so many people here?" Shu Yichao, who had had enough fun, was about to return to the city, but he found a bunch of red dots on the small map.

"Are you planning to ambush me?"

He scratched his head.

"This is not going to be easy."

He himself could run back directly through the cliff.

However, the recruited soldiers did not have his ability to exploit the bug, so they could only go towards the west wall. But that place was full of dense enemy troops, and such a small number of people could not rush through.

"Well, I'll form a separate team for you." After thinking about it, Shu Yichao clicked a few times on his personal interface and formed a separate team for these twenty or so grassland archers.

"You won't go to the city."

"Go behind the Ottoman lines and fight guerrilla warfare."

After all, this MOD seems to attach great importance to the logistics system, and NPCs can actually eat.

Perhaps destroying the Ottoman supply lines would have some effect.

While thinking this, Shu Yichao deployed all the troops in his hands.

Then he stretched.

"Go back."

..............................

Dawn.

After all, Shu Yichao only launched a surprise attack with dozens of people, so the Osman army finally stabilized.

Just this loss...

"Great king, after preliminary statistics."

"We suffered at least 10,000 casualties last night."

"One hundred and twenty-three of the one hundred and sixty-nine cannons were destroyed, and all of the Supreme Cannons were destroyed."

"Of the more than 50,000 pounds of gunpowder, less than 10,000 pounds remain."

"The artillery positions were almost completely destroyed and would have to be rebuilt if they were to be effective."

"Livestock loss..."

"Loss of camp..."

“Food losses…”

Shocking bad news came one after another. Mumona bit her lips tightly and her eyes were bloodshot.

"What about the Khitans' losses?"

She asked.

No one responded.

"I ask you, where are the Khitans!" Mumona roared, unable to suppress her inner anger any longer.

"Even if we were attacked at night, you wouldn't tell me that you couldn't kill even one Khitan."

Even if it's just killing one Khitan on the opposite side, it would be fine.

"H-They are said to have escaped from our rear army."

"roll!"

"Get out of here!"

"A bunch of trash!"

"A bunch of trash!!!"

Everyone hurriedly fled the royal tent, fearing that they would become sacrifices for the Sultan's anger.

Even after they ran a long way, they could still hear Mumona's roar.

"Khitan!"

"Damn Khitans!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

【Ahhh, it finally worked!!!】

【Host, you have finally completed a mission! 】

Although the completion rate is very low, only about 5%, this is a breakthrough from zero.

System 12345 cried with joy.

【Wow, it’s not easy. It’s really, really not easy.】

[It seems that you, host, can still hear some of what I said. ]

[But having said that, host, your direction of completion seems a bit off.]

After looking through the information, System 12345 said.

[Mumona's reaction to you wasn't affectionate, but rather surging anger?]

What did you do?

[Host, you are not selling your body, are you? Hehehe.]

Chapter 21 - Boating on Dry Land

The grand military force surged towards the Western Wall like a blood-red ocean.

Flags are waving, swords are flashing, and the atmosphere is fierce.

Just one look and a feeling of suffocation of despair surged into my heart.

Mumona was really angry.

They gathered up their remaining cannons, rebuilt artillery positions, erected countless catapults, and prepared a large number of siege towers and battering rams...

Then, at a command, the mighty army marched towards Constantinople.

In fact, she originally wanted to take a few days off.

After all, the attack was frustrated, morale was low, and the loss of military equipment was huge... We have to slow down a bit, restore morale, and replenish supplies.

Logically speaking, the Norma people in the city should be looking forward to this kind of renovation.

Isn’t it a good thing that the enemy doesn’t attack?

However, this theory does not apply to Shu Yichao.

He always thought that he was still lying in the game cabin playing games, so naturally his hands would itch if he didn't chop people for a while.

If you don't attack me, I will attack you.

So, Mumona discovered with a tingling sensation that the Khitans, having tasted the sweetness of success, would launch night attacks every day, just like a daily check-in.

And the angle is extremely tricky.

You defend the left, and he attacks the right.

If you are in front of him, he will attack you from behind.

Moreover, the Khitans seemed to have opened their clairvoyance and knew Osman's deployment very clearly - they could always find a gap in Osman's camp, rush in, kill him, and then withdraw.

The most infuriating thing is that Mumona still hasn't figured out how the Khitans got out of the city.

However, given the recent frequent attacks on supply lines, Mumona could only guess that not all of the Khitans who came to support Norma entered Constantinople.

Instead, it hides a part of itself on the Thracian plains, like a jackal lurking in the dark, ready to rush in and take a bite as soon as it gets a chance.

In desperation, Mumona could only force the army to launch an attack to break the deadlock - otherwise the siege of Constantinople would become a joke.

A siege where you can't even touch the city walls?

"Norma, prepare to fight!"

Looking at the Osmani army surging like a tide, Constantine XI went to the front line in person, drew his sword, and began to deploy the army in an orderly manner.

In the river valley north of the Western Wall, a defense line consisting of two thousand mercenaries was formed to fight against Osman's Balkan Legion.

The hilly area south of the West Wall was handed over to a large number of citizens and volunteers to defend against Othman's Antolian Legion.

He personally led a mobile force, stationed in the center and ready to provide support to both sides at any time.

Constantine XI did not assign any combat mission to Shu Yichao. He also realized that this madman who dared to go out of the city every day to attack the Osman camp at night would not obey any arrangements at all.

In that case, let him be.

"Noble Khitan warrior," he said sincerely, "I only ask one thing of you."

"Don't open the city gates and fight the Othmans..."

"Bang!"

The city gates are wide open.