The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

It can be said that when the Sultan falls, Norma eats.

The rich spoils were transported into Constantinople like water, and the whole city was plunged into a sea of ​​joy.

When Shu Yichao regrouped his troops and returned to the city, all the residents came out of their houses to welcome this "Khitan" who could almost be said to have led them to victory.

Inside the Hagia Sophia, which was built with huge stones and stood for hundreds of years, candlelight illuminated the sky and the earth like stars.

Deafening trumpet sounds, accompanied by cheers that reached the sky, rang out inside and outside the church one after another.

Countless residents gathered here, shouting "Long live Khitan" and "Long live Norma".

When Constantine XI issued an edict in public, declaring Shu Yichao as Norma's co-ruling emperor, the atmosphere completely got out of control.

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Khitan Caesar!"

"Great Caesar!"

Countless people cheered and paid the highest respect to Shu Yichao.

Of course Shu Yichao didn't understand and could only smile in response.

As a result, one look at her could conquer a city, and another look at her could conquer a country.

Hundreds of people were knocked unconscious on the spot.

But it's not like there's nothing he can understand.

“Hey, this thing is…”

"Have you opened the large map?"

Shu Yichao opened his personal interface and found that there were new changes on the map.

The original map only indicated the borders and spheres of influence of various countries, but now he seemed to be able to understand the attitudes of these countries...

"It's all red."

Shu Yichao sighed.

Throughout the Eurasian continent, except for Rome which has a green face, and a few countries farther away which have a white face, other countries seem to have no good impression of him.

All of them are about to turn red.

They are the type who will go to war at the slightest conflict.

"Does this count as joining Rome?"

"These red faces... are understandable. Borders must be declared."

"The non-interaction between Shinra and the Demonic Demon can actually..."

"But what the hell is this Potosov-Lithuania thing? They're two countries apart and still unfriendly?"

"Should I say she's worthy of being called Pyeongdeok Town's Big Boobs?"

"This Hungary, Hungary?"

"Noelia..."

"A combination of Romania and Bulgaria?"

"That's not right, there's a Warnia next to it."

"Speaking of which, there are so many forces in the Balkans. It's a pure palette."

Just as the Norma people were celebrating that they had a Caesar from Khitan, Shu Yichao was concentrating on browsing the map.

Inside the cathedral, a pair of eyes looked at everything around them with some thought.

"This poor emperor is really calculating."

Willis's young councilwoman pushed her glasses up and said, "Just the title of Caesar is enough to dismiss the greatest hero of this battle."

"I think there's nothing we can do about it, Senator Vinier." Admiral Willis in Constantinople said, standing next to the girl.

The officer with a curly mustache smiled slightly and looked very relaxed.

"After all, the Norma Empire is now impoverished, and after being reduced to just this one city, the only thing that still sounds good is the title."

Constantinople is located at the junction of two continents and two oceans. Logically, it should be able to make a lot of money just by collecting tolls.

However, the short-sighted emperors of the empire in the past, in order to obtain support from the fleets of city-states such as Willis and Zhelea, or to obtain emergency military loans—

Actually, they signed a series of humiliating treaties with these shrewd businessmen, which exempted China from tariffs, opened markets, provided most-favored-nation treatment and provided extraterritoriality.

Not only did they sell off such important interests at a huge discount, but they also granted Willis and Jelaya various privileges and allowed them to establish a concession within the city...

As a result, the Norma Empire was rich but extremely poor.

These concessions and privileges could not even be taken back. After all, the garrisons of Willis and Relea in the city alone were more powerful than the emperor's own guards.

Unless Augustus of Norma doesn't want to do it anymore, he will have to accept the exploitation.

By now, the so-called Norma Empire has almost become a colony and vassal of Willis, and is being exploited all day long.

"We were a little poor before." Councilman Venier pushed his glasses and put on a mysterious smile.

"But now, they are a little full."

"I think we need to help the emperor digest his food."

"Admiral, what do you think?"

"Are you planning to ask the Norma people for repayment at this time?" The admiral frowned slightly.

"Mr. Councillor, theoretically, the Norma Emperor owes us a huge debt."

"But to be honest, he has no ability to repay the loan."

"As far as I know, after taking away some weapons and armor, Constantine XI has announced that 90% of the spoils seized in this battle belong to the Khitans."

"He even built a special warehouse, sealed it, and waited to hand over the items to the Khitans."

"As for the remaining items, Emperor Norma might not even have enough for himself. Our chances of getting them are slim..."

"Admiral, you seem to have forgotten something." Councillor Venier said unconcernedly, "That Khitan is now the Caesar of Norma."

"As Norma's co-emperor, shouldn't he also bear the responsibility for Norma's debts?"

"...Mr. Congressman, your idea is very dangerous." The admiral's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"I can guess that you want to use this method to force the Khitans to the negotiation table and obtain spices and porcelain from them."

"They even wanted to open a trade route to Khitan."

"You are doing this for the benefit of the city-state, there is nothing wrong with that."

"But as a soldier, I ask you to be frank and not look at things with a politician's mindset."

"Those Khitans are undoubtedly extremely brave warriors. They would probably prefer to speak with swords rather than negotiate."

"Don't forget that the head of that barbaric pagan Sultan is still hanging on the city wall."

"As for the heads of the Osmanis, they were piled up into a mountain outside the city!"

He stared at the girl and spoke word by word.

"I hope you won't bring upon our city a group of terrible enemies because of a momentary impulse."

"Those great boys from Willis shouldn't have shed their blood in vain."

"Hey, my Lord Admiral." The girl winked playfully, "Don't be so serious."

"Our discussion here is meaningless. The final decision still depends on the Governor's reply, right?"

"...I hope you really think so." The admiral looked at the female councilor and said slowly.

You know, the other congressman has much more say in the city of Willis than the admiral himself who commands several ships.

If Vinier had avoided the main point in the letter and exaggerated it...

I hope the Governor-General will not make irrational judgments.

Willis's admiral prayed.

Although wealth is tempting, one must have the life to enjoy it.

Chapter 28-The beautiful girl is not clear

“O innocent lambs, you can only gain strength and glory by seeking refuge in the glory of the Almighty.”

“Only by dedicating everything to the Lord with all our heart and soul can we receive the blessings of our Lord.”

“Only by believing in God, fearing God, and worshipping God can we receive the most generous reward from our Lord.”

"Did you all see it?"

"Even if the enemy possesses countless warriors, cannons, and warships, they will be completely defeated by the Priest-King summoned by the Lord."

"Those demons who attempt to offend the majesty of our Lord will eventually receive the most severe punishment..."

"Alas..." Looking at the Patriarch who, after the celebration, put on the most gorgeous robe and preached in Hagia Sophia, Constantine XI sighed in the corner.

"Your Majesty." Someone whispered beside him.

"Why are you sighing at this moment of celebration?"

Constantine XI turned around and recognized his old friend: "Oh, it's Suna."

"This is not the empire I want."

Constantine XI said dejectedly.

His eyes swept over the golden incense burners, silver candlesticks, and jeweled sacrificial vessels in the church.

"Norma in the past had confident and proud citizens, a disciplined army, an academic atmosphere that dared to think critically, and a high spirit of conquering the world..."

“But look at these people now.”

Constantine XI pointed to the serious and pious faces inside the church.

"The people are decadent, the government is weak and corrupt, the army is weak and incompetent, and the nobles are hypocritical and selfish—"

"Your Majesty, is it really okay for you to say this about your own country?" Mrs. Marti said helplessly.

"Haha, it's hard to hear, but it's the truth." Constantine XI was extremely calm.

"When I first ascended the throne, I also tried to reform and revitalize the empire."

"But from the central government to the local governments, there is strong opposition everywhere. No matter what measures I introduce, they will die halfway."

"I just can't figure it out." Constantine XI complained.

"The empire is almost over, why is everyone unwilling to give it a try?"

Mrs. Marty could only remain silent.

She also knew that the empire's political situation was beyond repair, but no one could change it.

They could only watch helplessly as the empire slid step by step into the abyss amid endless internal friction.

Just as Constantine XI was lamenting the ill-fated fate of the Norman Empire.

A sound like thunder suddenly penetrated his ears.

"Jihad!"

Constantine XI looked at the crazy patriarch on the stage in astonishment.

The patriarch's wrinkled old face turned red and he waved his hands excitedly, as if every muscle in his body was trembling.

"Over the past few hundred years, the hateful pagans from the wild lands have cruelly and barbarically invaded our lands and destroyed almost all of the glory of the Norma Empire!"

"They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities! Millions of our compatriots were brutally slaughtered by the scimitars of these devils!"

"Because of our past cowardice and timidity, the empire suffered repeated defeats, and now only Constantinople remains."

"Under their looting and ravages, our homeland is filled with poverty, hunger, and sorrow, and is filled with coffins, corpses, and blood!"

"Who caused all this? Those damned Othmans!"

"However, the wicked and cruel Osmanis did not know that the Normans were a people blessed and protected by the Lord."