The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

[Eh, that's really weird.]

System 12345 has discovered another special situation.

[Mumona's feelings for you, the host, have inexplicably risen to the point where she can't sleep at night.]

How did you do that?

【Could it be...】

System 12345 guessed it.

[She discovered Bartolu's little tricks towards you, so she's worried about you?]

[Hey, I don't understand. Is this broken app unfixable? Black screen, black screen, black screen all day long!]

[I can’t see anything, I’m just typing blindly…]

PS: Explain a few issues.

First, the protagonist cannot understand what the system is saying because the voice plug-in is not installed properly, and all he hears is noise.

Second, the protagonist cannot hear the system talking because he finds the noise annoying and turns the volume down very low.

Third, the protagonist cannot understand the messages sent by the system because the program is not properly translated into Chinese, and most of the messages he sees are garbled.

Fourth, the system cannot see the protagonist’s situation because the program is poorly designed and the screen is always black.

5. The system has a certain level of perception, so it has always been guessing about the protagonist's situation.

6. The time setting is the near future, there are holographic games, and the protagonist has really arrived in a different world, but he just thinks he is playing a good MOD made by a conscientious production team. After all, the game program is still there.

7. The system also lost the program permissions, so the protagonist can bypass the system and run the cheat program Alien Beacon.

8. The prototype of the era in which this copy is located does have artillery, but it is difficult to have a giant cannon, so the defenders have small artillery.

Chapter 24 - Good Medicine Tastes Bitter

【Host, I found a problem. 】

After observing for a few days, System 12345 put forward its own opinions.

[These past few days, Mumona seems to have trouble eating or sleeping, and often has headaches.]

【It seems like something is bothering you? 】

Or are you busy with government affairs?

[I think host, you can go and enlighten her? ]

[No, this doesn't seem appropriate. After all, I don't know what your current status is.]

After thinking for a while, System 12345 spoke again.

How about this?

[Host, I'll give you some energy potion. How about you give it to Mumona?]

[If you operate more, you might even be able to increase your favorability. Of course, if you, the host, are willing to keep some for yourself, that's fine too.]

【Maybe by then—hehehe.】

As if seeing some beautiful scene, System 12345 laughed.

Then, while speaking, it contributed a little more credits with a painful heart.

【Host, please sign for it. 】

"A new mission reward?" Shu Yichao opened the interface after receiving the new message. After signing for it, a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

When the porcelain bottle was opened, several round and smooth pills rolled out of it.

Shu Yichao lowered his head, sniffed, and suddenly felt refreshed.

"Let me check the instructions—what medicine is it? This gibberish is really annoying."

“It should be something good.”

Shu Yichao tried to eat one.

[You enter a state of excitement.]

[All attributes are randomly increased by 5%-15%, physical strength recovery +100%, duration is two hours.]

"Fuck!"

Shu Yichao was overjoyed as he watched his attributes soar from 130 ranged and 140 melee to 150 ranged and 160 melee.

"Good stuff!"

The increase in attributes is secondary. The most important thing is that the physical strength recovery is simply a magical skill.

Although the troops under Shu Yichao's command are in good physical condition, they will eventually get tired.

Many times, Shu Yichao had to set aside time for them to rest.

Sometimes teams even have to take turns to rest.

Now that's good, take one before the battle. Wait, it seems this thing dissolves in water?

Shu Yichao was extremely excited as he watched a pill being thrown into the wine, melt rapidly, and disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

You can add it to water to replenish the soldiers' physical strength at any time...

“And it saves a ton of money.”

Shu Yichao already has soldiers under his command who meet the upgrade requirements, but he is still conflicted.

If they were to be upgraded, the upgraded troops clearly had not worked a full week, but their wages would be calculated based on a week, which was a huge loss.

But if I don’t upgrade, I’ll feel uncomfortable not being able to use more powerful troops.

However, this pill has helped him a lot now.

"To celebrate, from today on, we'll attack them twice a day!"

Despair and chaos were spreading among the Othman army at an incredible speed.

Mumona covered her increasingly aching head and looked at the map on the table with red eyes.

Although it has long been known that this magnificent city is not so easy to capture.

But she never imagined that the situation would be so bad!

More than twenty days have passed since the battle.

During these twenty days, Mumona tried everything, but failed to improve the war situation in the slightest. Instead, it worsened at an alarming rate.

On the front battlefield, no matter how many times she commanded her army to attack, it would always be defeated by the Khitans.

It was obvious that the Khitans suffered losses every time, but when they fought again the next time, they still had hundreds of people. The war of attrition that Mumona had expected did not produce any results at all.

On the battlefield behind, more and more Khitans gathered, and the small group of Osman cavalry was no match for them. A large amount of supplies were burned and looted along the way.

Moreover, they became more and more arrogant, with more and more night raids, and they even dared to openly attack Osman's small castle.

The morale of her army was getting lower and lower, the number of deserters was increasing, and some soldiers even complained privately that this was a "war cursed by the true God."

Logistics were strained, morale was low, disease was spreading, prestige was damaged…

Mumona had an illusion that she was not the one attacking the city, but the Khitans were pulling her and beating her up, not letting her leave.

She now began to regret why she did not listen to the prime minister's advice.

Now, do you want to retreat?

Shaking her head, Mumona put the thought behind her.

Absolutely not!

Once she withdraws her troops, all opposition forces will attack her, and maybe even the Royal Guards will rebel!

By then, her situation may not be better than it is now.

It's time to make up your mind!

"Hu——" Mumona took a deep breath, called officers of all levels, Pasha and Emir, and assembled the troops.

In front of an army of more than 100,000, she put on the Sultan's most luxurious attire, set up an open-air altar in the army, and spread out carpets for prayer.

Then, the young Sultan stepped barefoot onto the carpet, bowed and kowtowed several times in the direction of the holy land, and prayed loudly to God for victory in this battle.

At the same time, tens of thousands of troops were behind him, bowing and prostrating themselves together, chanting prayers in the same rhythm, asking the true God to grant them strength and victory.

Then, Mumona mounted her horse and galloped at the forefront of the army, accompanied by the deafening sound of drums and trumpets.

"The holy war has reached the most critical moment!"

"The greater the suffering we endure, the more it proves that the true God is testing His devout believers and hopes that we can pass His trials!"

"I, the Messenger of God, your Sultan, solemnly swear an oath to you!"

"After conquering Constantinople, I will only take the buildings within the city—all the beauties, captives, gold, silver, and treasures within will belong to you!"

"You can kill any man you dislike!"

"You can rape any woman you like!"

"You are free to throw down every baby you see!"

"You are free to hang every old man you hate!"

"Kill the sons in front of their mothers, rape the wives in front of their husbands, do whatever you want."

"Gold, silver, and treasures are all available for you to seize; silk, satin, and silk are all available for you to take!"

"Just like we used to do in Antolia, in Moria, in Albania!"

"Even if someone unfortunately dies in the holy war, there is no need to be afraid, because the true God will take him to heaven to enjoy eternal happiness."

"Today, your Sultan is with you!"

"I will stand at the forefront of your ranks and fire the first arrow at the enemy."

"Or, Constantinople will be completely conquered by us."

"Or, I will die under the city wall!"

"Everyone, the true God is watching you!"

After a brief silence, the Osman army burst into shouts again.

"God is above me!"

"The true God will surely protect us!"

"The Sultan is the messenger of the true God!"

The roar of the tsunami was so overwhelming that even the towering western wall of Constantinople was shaking slightly, and dust fell down.

Even though they had maintained a firm advantage in the previous defense, the defenders on the city wall could not help but feel frightened in the face of such an aggressive momentum.

"Humph."

In a small courtyard in Constantinople, a girl wearing glasses glanced at the oil lamp on the table, which was trembling slightly, and sneered.

"It seems that the barbarian pagan is about to make his last struggle."

The girl had already integrated all the information through the ubiquitous merchants, and naturally knew how difficult it was for Mumona to get out of her current predicament.

The Sultan nominally had an army of 200,000, but in reality there were only about 60,000 to 80,000 combat soldiers, and the rest were conscripted auxiliary troops or civilian laborers.

There were regular armies in Anatolia and other parts of the Balkans, but they all needed to guard against other dangerous enemies and could not be used to attack Constantinople.

Mumona's original army of 80,000 was actually enough.

She could rely on the ragtag army to wear down the soldiers and civilians defending the city, and then use the powerful regular army to capture the city in one fell swoop.

However, at this critical moment, a group of Khitans who were more ferocious than tigers suddenly appeared and pinned the Osman people to the ground and beat them up in various ways.

In the girl's opinion, after more than 20 days of fruitless fighting, Mumona should honestly admit defeat and take her army back to lick her wounds, recuperate, and prepare for a comeback.

But now...

"It's either a big defeat or a miserable defeat."

The girl shook her head and focused her attention on things that she thought were more meaningful.