The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

"Brothers, rush with me!"

Shu Yichao shouted and led his team out of the city.

"..."

"……His Majesty?"

Constantine XI looked at the soldier who reminded him with a look of despair.

"You dare to charge into the battle?!" Mumona felt that she could no longer endure it.

These Khitans simply don't take the Osman warriors seriously!

"Pass the order."

"Who can cut off the head of that Khitan!"

"I'll appoint anyone as Governor of the Balkans!"

Mumona roared.

"Come on!"

"Kill him!" Such a huge reward greatly stimulated the Osman warriors, and they shouted and rushed forward to kill.

"Support the Priest King!" Even now, the Norma people did not have the courage to go out of the city to fight in the field. However, the Osman army, crowded together, was the best target for bows and arrows.

Soon the Ottomans discovered in despair that

If they formed a scattered formation, they would be taken away by Shu Yichao in one wave.

If they formed a dense formation, they would have to endure a rain of arrows like locusts and a torrential artillery bombardment.

If they ignored Shu Yichao and attacked the city wall, they would be attacked from both sides after the enemy had eliminated their own friendly forces.

But if we deal with Shu Yichao first, even if wave after wave of soldiers rush forward, there will be no hope of victory.

"Khitan people, don't they get tired?"

Someone lamented.

The Khitans on the opposite side, especially the coach, seemed to have no idea what fatigue was, and just kept hacking and shooting.

They went wherever there were more people, killing their way from the south of the city to the north, and then from the north to the south, leaving blood and gore wherever they went.

The Othman army collapsed again, leaving behind thousands of corpses, and fled to the rear without armor or weapons.

Even if the supervision team killed dozens of deserters, they could not muster up the courage to return to the battlefield.

"Sultan, would you like to..."

Tens of thousands of people were beaten and fled in panic by a few hundred people. Such a bleak battle situation finally made a general unable to help but offer advice.

"Send out the Janissaries?"

The Janissaries, also known as the New Army, were the elite standing army corps most trusted by the Ottoman Sultan, basically equivalent to the former Royal Guards of the Norman Empire.

The members of the new army were all underage men forcibly selected from the pagans under the rule of the Ottoman Empire. They were recruited into the army after undergoing military training and cultural assimilation.

Since they had lived with the Sultan since childhood, they were indoctrinated with the idea of ​​loyalty to the Sultan and were not allowed to marry. Therefore, the new army had nothing but the Sultan in their eyes and believed everything the Sultan said.

Such a thoroughly brainwashed army is naturally extremely ferocious in battle and is ready to die. It is definitely a super trump card in the Sultan's hand.

In the eyes of this Osmani general, the war situation was so unfavorable that only by sending the Janissaries into battle could the situation be reversed.

"..." After a moment's silence, Mumona looked at Shu Yichao who was showing off his might under the city wall, shook her head firmly, and said.

"not the right time yet."

As a commander, Mumona knows how to seize victory.

Aces like the Janissaries must be put into battle at the most critical moment to make the final decision.

However, Constantinople still has some strength left and is far from being exhausted.

What's more, Mumona sadly discovered that with the combat effectiveness currently displayed by the Khitans, even the most elite Janissaries could not compare with them.

Investing in the trump card at this time will only make you lose all your chips.

"Withdraw the troops and fight again tomorrow."

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

late at night.

Inside Mumona's tent.

Ignoring the shouts and cries of the Khitans' daily night raids a few kilometers away, Mumona leaned over a huge square table, carefully examining the model of Constantinople.

The tables were piled high with maps, sand tables, and models—all meticulously crafted by skilled craftsmen based on intelligence gathered by spies.

On it, the pattern, size, and floor plan of the fortress, as well as every hillside, every depression, and the direction of every river in front and behind the city wall were clearly visible.

Over the past few years, Mumona has carefully studied every detail of Constantinople and knows it like the back of her hand.

Now, she dug out all these things again, pondering and repeatedly pondering the plan of attack. Countless sketches were drawn and discarded one by one...

Gradually, a fantastic plan was outlined.

"Call the Pashas and Emirs."

She called the messenger, her eyes sparkling.

"It's time to study dry land boating."

Chapter 22-Walking in loneliness

Under the cover of pitch-black night.

One log after another was placed on the ground, and then countless slaves, craftsmen, and laborers came forward with buckets of grease and smeared it on the logs.

Amidst the shimmering waves, a huge Osman warship quietly approached the shore.

Then a large number of ropes were lowered from the Osman warship, and the people who had been waiting for a long time gathered around and grabbed the ropes, either tying them up on livestock or slaves.

With one horn after another, everyone worked together and the warship was slowly moved ashore, bit by bit, and slowly "sailed" on the shore with the help of logs.

"It's really possible..."

Osman's naval commander, Baturu Pasha, stared at the scene in amazement.

When Mumona finished telling her plan, quite a few Osman generals thought it was simply a fantasy.

Using a road made of logs, the Osman warships were towed from land, bypassing the iron chains of the Golden Horn and directly entering the Golden Horn, thus truly encircling Constantinople by land and water.

And force them to split their troops on the front battlefield in order to weaken their city defense capabilities.

Your Majesty, are you daydreaming in broad daylight?

However, Mumona ignored the opposition and insisted that her men carry out her plan.

Bartolu, who had almost lost his life before, had no choice but to bite the bullet and do as Mumona instructed.

Then, this absurd and bizarre plan actually succeeded.

Watching one Osman warship after another slowly sailing on the land, Bartolu felt that all the experiences of the first half of his life had been shattered.

Do I really understand the Navy?

The general, who had spent half his life in the military, fell into deep self-doubt.

"General, what are you waiting for?" Seeing Bartolu's jaw-dropping look, Mumona said with dignity.

"Hurry and sail the warship into the Golden Horn."

"Yes, Sultan." Bartolu lowered his head.

"Splash!" When the first warship slid into the sea and floated steadily on it, all the Osman warriors couldn't help but let out a low cheer.

They continued their efforts, and one warship after another sailed into the Golden Horn. After half a night had passed, they had transported thirty to fifty warships.

"Hehe, when the poor pagans wake up tomorrow morning, they will find that a huge fleet has appeared in their backyard where they thought they were safe."

Batolo looked confidently at the increasingly large fleet in the Golden Horn.

"I wonder how panicked they would be at that time."

"Hmm." Mumona was also thinking: "In this way, the pagan emperor will have to divide his troops."

"Constantinople only has five or six thousand defenders."

"If they were to split up, the number of people they would have to man the Western Wall would be extremely small."

"No matter how brave the Khitans are, they can't protect all the city walls."

"Hmm?" An Osmani officer who was directing the trackers to pull the warship looked up at the sky.

He seemed to hear a "whoosh" sound.

However, there were no birds or bats in the dark night sky, only twinkling lights.

"what is that?"

Officer Osman tilted his head. "Meteor?"

The faint light gradually grew larger and turned into burning flames.

"Oh no!" Officer Osman was horrified: "It's an arrow!"

"Rocket!"

“Swish swish!!”

Arrows rained down suddenly, blood splattered, and wailing was heard everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce cavalry suddenly emerged from the dark night.

Officer Osman recognized the leader, who was none other than the Khitan Baturu!

"Khitan!"

“It’s the Khitans!!”

"Hahaha!" Shu Yichao held a bow in his hand, shooting every arrow accurately, and rushed forward as if there was no one there.

"Dry land boating is indeed a classic reserved activity."

I have long known that there was a Shu Yichao in history, so of course I would not ignore such an obvious flaw.

In fact, he had been observing the movements in the Golden Horn Bay a few days ago, and was ready to come over at any time to have close contact with the Osman people and become one of them.

Therefore, when he discovered tonight that a large number of Osman warships were gathered on the small map, he gave up the night attack plan without hesitation and turned to attack here.

Of course, he also understood the principle of attacking the enemy when they are halfway across the river.

Shu Yichao waited patiently until the Osman warship had transported almost half of the goods before he suddenly emerged and launched a surprise attack.

Now the Osmanis were in great trouble.

In order to transport the warships, they were already exhausted, and many of them had their hands worn and bleeding.

Moreover, when they were pulling the boat, they didn't consider that they would have to fight a battle, so a large number of people did not carry any weapons.

Even Mumona didn't expect to be attacked——

The Golden Horn is located in the northeast of Constantinople. It is not as vast as the Thracian Plain and is no place to hide ambushes.

Besides, we have scouted this place before, and there wasn’t even a mouse. How come so many cavalry suddenly appeared?

Even cheating doesn't work like this.

The result is naturally collapse at the first blow.

Shu Yichao slaughtered the Osman people wantonly and set fire along the way. The greased logs became the best fuel at this moment, and the warships on the logs also burned fiercely.

In an instant, the sounds of shouting, crying, and crackling flames resounded throughout the world.

Seeing that familiar figure again, who had completely ruined her plan, Mumona felt her legs go weak.

"That seems to be an officer over there?"

After charging for a while, Shu Yichao naturally noticed the large number of senior generals and elite guards surrounding Mumona.

"Kill!" So he led his troops to where Mumona was without thinking.

"Kill the general and capture the flag!"