The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

"Your Majesty, go away!" Seeing Shu Yichao rushing towards him with murderous intent, Batolo was scared out of his wits.

"I'll be the last one!"

"Damn it—" Mumona bit her thin lip, thinking frantically if there was any way to break the deadlock.

But unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the blanker her mind became.

Instead, the consequences of failure kept washing over her mind.

You know, if the plan fails, it's not just a matter of losing some manpower.

Now half of the warships have entered the Golden Horn. If they are left alone, they will surely be wiped out.

The Osman navy was not strong to begin with, and if it lost half of its manpower, Constantinople's maritime blockade would be completely bankrupt.

A magnificent city that can continuously obtain external assistance, coupled with a group of extremely fierce warriors, Mumona really doesn't know how to break it.

"Your Majesty!" Batolo looked at the guards who came forward first, and were hacked to pieces by Shu Yichao in the blink of an eye. He became even more anxious.

"You are the messenger of the true God and the hope of the empire. Nothing can happen to you!"

"Your Majesty, please leave."

Batulu knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately. In an instant, blood was dripping from his forehead.

“…” Mumona closed her eyes, and a few tears of unwillingness flowed from the corners of her eyes.

After opening her eyes, she regained her former calmness and indifference.

"Let's go!" She gritted her teeth, then took off her gorgeous robe, took off the eye-catching crown on her head, and hurriedly rode away on horseback under the protection of her personal guards.

"Huh——" Batulu finally felt relieved after seeing the Sultan going away. Then he drew out his scimitar and pointed at Shu Yichao.

"Osmani warriors, the time has come to sacrifice your lives for the Sultan!"

"Come at me!"

Bartolu rushed forward with the last guard, but in an instant, he was submerged by the rolling torrent.

Chapter 23-Sleepless Night

[Hey hey hey, host, it seems like you've met another important person. ]

System 12345 yawned, then cried out in surprise.

[Let me see, Batulu Pasha, the Imperial Navy Admiral, Mumona's most trusted right-hand man.]

[Host, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get close to me.]

"It seems like we caught a high-ranking official."

When the grassland archers grabbed Batulu and brought him in front of Shu Yichao, Shu Yichao said this.

After all, the armor on Bartolu is a good item, and the robe he wears is also extremely valuable.

"Humph." Bartolu snorted coldly, stiffening his neck and saying, "Khitan, don't think you've won."

"You have only achieved a small victory by taking advantage of the Sultan's negligence."

"If each man in the Sultan's army took a bunch of reeds and threw them into the sea, it would fill it up."

"And the people you brought with you, if one dies, there will be one less. How can they resist the Sultan's endless army?"

"If you had recognized the situation earlier and surrendered obediently, perhaps the merciful Sultan would have forgiven you."

"What are you mumbling about?" Shu Yichao said, indicating that he couldn't understand what Osman was saying. "Hey, can you afford the ransom?"

【Host, I found a problem. 】

System 12345 said with some concern.

[Bartolu's attitude towards you is not very nice.]

This is bad.

[He's the Queen's naval commander and a high-ranking official. If he doesn't like you...]

System 12345 shuddered.

[Doesn't that mean you, the host, are in trouble? ]

[This kind of person is extremely filthy. If you, the host, are not careful, you might end up dead.]

【It’s still night time now.】

[Hiss—this is terrifying when you think about it, host, quickly find a way to escape!]

System 12345 started yelling.

You are in danger now!

"Tsk, what a miser." Although they couldn't communicate with each other, Shu Yichao could tell from Batulu's expression that the other party was not very willing to pay the ransom.

"He didn't even offer money for my life. In front of you, Grandet is considered generous and magnanimous."

Shu Yichao waved his hand and said, "Chop it off."

"Click——"

【Ohh ...

[Host, host, Bartolu's favorability towards you has been reset to zero! ]

[Too dangerous! ]

[Host, how are you? ]

【How are you? 】

【Is everything alright?】

"The situation on land is almost settled." Shu Yichao swung the scimitar in his hand and turned his gaze to the Osman fleet in chaos in the Golden Horn Bay.

"Next, it's the sea's turn."

"huh huh huh huh."

[You have obtained a new talent, do you want to choose it?]

"Hey, it's upgraded already?"

Shu Yichao scratched his head: "The Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Taishang Laojun, Tathagata Buddha, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven... please bless them."

"Well, money's a little tight right now."

"I will make up for the tribute and incense next time."

He pressed the OK button on the screen.

[You have obtained the talent "Night Fighter"]

[Night marching speed +15%, night troop vision +20%]

"Hey, that's good." Shu Yichao's eyes lit up: "You can run faster at night and see farther..."

"Ok?"

On the rolling sea, a fleet was sailing against the wind and waves, and on the leading warship was flying a double-headed eagle flag.

It was the Norma warship led by Constantine XI himself.

Obviously, Shu Yichao's surprise attack on the Osman fleet was also discovered by the defenders of Constantinople.

Knowing that the Golden Horn must not be lost, Constantine XI personally led his troops to support Shu Yichao, with his sword pointed directly at the chaotic Osman fleet.

However, Shu Yichao did not think that they were there to support him.

"Shit! Here comes the head-snatcher!"

"Brothers, hurry up!"

"Otherwise, there will be no soup to drink later!"

After thinking about it, Shu Yichao felt that his few dozen men might be at a slight disadvantage when competing for kills with the more than 20 warships on the opposite side.

So he opened his personal interface without hesitation and ordered the grassland archers in the city to come immediately.

Well, quantum transmission, real-time interaction, the command system of Alien Beacon is so wild.

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"Great King."

The messenger crawled on the ground, reporting one piece of news after another that was enough to cause cardiac and respiratory arrest.

"Unfortunately, we lost a total of 63 warships and over 6,000 men last night."

"Although the warriors stranded in the Golden Horn fought bravely under the inspiration of the true God, they were ultimately unable to withstand the siege of the shameless pagans and were completely annihilated."

"Except for a few warships that were sunk by the warriors, the rest have fallen into the hands of the infidels."

"The cruel Khitans left no prisoners."

"They cut off the heads of every warrior and piled them into pyramids to show off their might to us."

"After Batulu Pasha fought bravely, he was also called by the true God and left."

"His banner, battle shirt, and head are now hung on the top of the Western Wall—those hateful Normans are holding those things and provoking us by blaspheming a warrior..."

Each and every incident seemed like a knife stabbing Mumona in the heart.

Her hands were clenched tightly where no one could see, and veins bulged.

"Any more?"

Mumona said in a calm tone.

As if he could sense the volcanic eruption beneath the ice, the messenger lay trembling on the ground, no longer daring to speak.

"Great King, King..."

He whimpered incoherently.

"Go out." After a long silence, Mumona suddenly said.

“…” The messenger lay on the ground in a daze, not daring to move.

"I said, get out."

Mumona said.

"I'm going to rest."

The envoy seemed to have been granted amnesty and hurriedly fled from the imperial tent.

Mumona slowly stood up and walked slowly to her back tent, then lay down on the bed without even taking off her clothes and shoes.

"A temporary setback doesn't mean anything."

She talked to herself.

"Mumona, what you need to do now is to have a good rest."

"Then, in the next battle, we must seize the opportunity."

"You still have over a hundred thousand troops, and Western aid won't arrive for a while, so your chances of victory are still very good."

“A truly wise person will clear away the fog of decline and see the truth.”

"Rest, Mumona."

"Forget about the Khitans."

Gradually, there was no sound in the back tent, as if the Sultan had fallen into a deep sleep.

Two hours later.

Mumona opened her bloodshot eyes and gritted her teeth, saying, "Khitans!"

"You damned Khitans!"

“Damn it!!!”

[Hey, host, it seems like you've distanced yourself from Bartolu? ]

[Phew—it’s safe, it’s safe now.]