The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

The soldiers who escaped death said there were 200 Khitans, but after leaving the Governor's Office, the number became 30,000.

The entire city of Sochi has a population of less than 30,000.

So the whole city fell into panic.

"How many people have come?" Governor Mohai, dressed in military uniform, climbed up the mottled city wall and asked the captain of his personal guards.

"About seventy or eighty cavalrymen," the captain of the imperial guards reported. "They are probably just the vanguard scouting force."

"Governor, do you want me to bring someone—"

The captain of the personal guards meant that he would take a few hundred people to give it a try. If he could defeat or eliminate these seventy or eighty cavalrymen, it would greatly boost the morale in the city.

"No." Governor Mo Hai rejected the captain of the personal guards' proposal.

"What if there's an ambush outside the city?"

"We only have so many people. We must not act rashly before we understand the Khitans' strength."

"The Governor is right." The captain of the personal guards nodded, feeling that what the Governor said made sense.

In his opinion, troops were being lost everywhere these days. According to common sense, this meant that there was a considerable army hidden nearby.

It can't be a ghostly army of only a few dozen people, attacking everywhere day and night, and creating an illusion by annihilating all enemy forces in every battle.

"And maybe just relying on those outposts outside will be enough to make those Khitans suffer heavy losses—wait, what do those Khitans want to do!?"

Under the incredulous gaze of Governor Mo Hai, the Khitan cavalry, who seemed to be just wandering around and conducting reconnaissance at first, actually launched a charge towards the outpost outside the city!

Not to mention Governor Mohai, even the Osman soldiers stationed at the outpost were stunned.

You know, those outposts scattered outside the city, although made of wood and mud, are also extremely sturdy.

Moreover, there are many defensive measures such as trenches, battlements, towers, etc., which are comparable to small castles.

If we add the dozens of Osmani soldiers stationed there, it would be enough to make thousands of refugees return empty-handed.

And these Khitans rushed into the outpost without any tools?

Are they crazy?

However, these are just the views of the Osman people. In Shu Yichao's view, it is another matter.

In fact, after investigating Sochia, Shu Yichao was so happy that he went crazy.

"I thought we'd have to fight Grass Valley for a while longer, but I didn't expect the castle's defense to be so weak."

"Who can defend such a short pile of wood?"

"The outposts are so far apart, and they're so slow, they might not even make it in a quarter of an hour—that's enough time for me to chop them down three times."

"Each outpost is staffed with dozens of soldiers—how thoughtful."

"Let's go!" Shu Yichao raised his scimitar high: "Brothers, let's open the treasure chest!"

"Oh oh oh!!" The nomadic cavalry responded with monkey howls.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Shu Yichao took the lead and led the nomadic cavalry to rush towards an outpost like an arrow.

He immediately drew his bow and shot an arrow at an Osman soldier on the sentry post.

"You can't escape from my arrows even if you have wings!"

The Osmani soldier who was still drawing his bow fell to the ground without even a groan.

The people next to him almost popped their eyes out.

Within a hundred steps, he immediately drew his bow and shot an arrow through the heart - is this really a human?

No one answered the questions in their hearts, because the buzzing sound like the god of death had already arrived!

"Bang, bang, bang!" Shu Yichao didn't rest at all. In a moment, he used up all the arrows in the quiver in one breath.

In an instant, there were only a few soldiers left standing at the outpost.

The remaining people also had a blank mind and could only shout endlessly in their hearts.

How can this be?

How can this be! ?

"Gee!" At this time, Shu Yichao had already arrived at the outpost with the nomadic cavalry.

While galloping, Shu Yichao suddenly jumped up from the horse's back.

At the same time, the two nomadic cavalrymen beside him raised their arms at the same time.

Amid the horrified gazes of everyone on the city wall, in the stunned gaze of Governor Mo Hai, and in the bewildered eyes of the soldiers on the outpost - Shu Yichao stepped on the arm of the nomadic cavalryman, as if two more pedals appeared in mid-air.

"what--"

Fish leaps over the dragon's gate!

The sword shines like a torch!

Even until the head flew out, the eyes of the Osman soldiers on the outpost were still full of disbelief - did the Khitans fly up?

"Alas--"

"Sure enough, no matter how good the mod is, the underlying code remains the same."

"Thanks to our Alien Beacon's excellent physics engine!"

Shu Yichao happily cleaned the outpost like a whirlwind.

Shu Yichao killed many people, and the other nomadic cavalry were not willing to be outdone.

They threw out ropes, put them on the battlements of the city wall, and then climbed up to the outpost as if walking on flat ground, and followed Shu Yichao to brandish their scimitars.

The cries, the wails, the pleas for mercy, were heard briefly and then ended just as quickly.

A seemingly solid outpost lasted less than five minutes in Shu Yichao's hands.

There was a dead silence in the city of Sochi.

"Click--" The doors of other sentry posts were opened, and the Osman soldiers inside ran towards the city of Sochia like crazy.

run!

Run!

Run desperately!

In this case, the so-called outposts are nothing more than living coffins!

However, their escape could not be hidden from Shu Yichao's eyes.

"Want to run?" Seeing the light spots moving on the screen, Shu Yichao quickly scolded the nomadic cavalry around him.

"Stop grabbing it."

"Go kill those guys first and then come back to get it."

"Open the city gates! Open the city gates!"

As the smoke and dust rose, all the Osmani soldiers who were planning to escape into the city foresaw their own fate in despair.

From a distance, they shouted loudly, hoping that some reinforcements could be sent from the city.

However, no one on the city wall responded.

"surrender!"

"We surrender!"

A terrifying whirlwind swept over, and the soldiers, having lost the will to resist, dropped their swords and raised their hands.

however……

"What good are prisoners who can't be sold?"

"They've all been cut down."

The death hurricane came quickly and went away even faster.

All that was left was the bitter wind and rain all over the city.

"If only a small group of Khitan warriors could be so powerful."

After a long moment, Governor Mohai spoke slowly, his voice so hoarse that it seemed as if he had aged ten years: "Then when their army arrives, how long can we resist?"

The captain of the personal guards was feeling dizzy at the moment and only managed to avoid falling by holding onto the parapet with his hands.

After hearing what his boss said, he wanted to say something, but in the end he just moved his throat and couldn't say anything.

"Send someone out of the city in disguise." Finally, Governor Mohai made a decision: "Ask the Sultan for help."

"We have to hold on for one, no, half a month, no matter what."

"Eh? The troops can be upgraded?" At the same time, Shu Yichao opened his personal interface.

Chapter 8 - Player-Specific Siege

Upgradable unit: Steppe Archer Cavalry

Ranged damage: 65-75

Melee damage: 65-75

Armor: 25-45

Shield: 25-35

Speed: 200-300

Morale: Good

Discipline: General

Supplement: 15-25 per day

After days and nights of hacking and slashing, Shu Yichao's nomadic cavalry were finally upgraded to grassland archers.

Moreover, as long as he is willing to spend money, he can directly recruit upgraded troops, and no longer have to lead the nomadic cavalry to kill people and gain experience.

"Huh—finally, we have some useful troops."

"70 attack and defense are average, and 30 armor is acceptable for a cannon fodder soldier."

"Just this price... 550 dinars for recruitment and 250 dinars for weekly salary?"

Shu Yichao was calculating with his abacus.

"Let's upgrade next week."

“It can save thousands.”

"Then use the remaining money to recruit grassland archers."

"By then I will have nearly two hundred horse archers."

"Then we can directly attack the city."

Two hundred against one thousand, Shu Yichao felt that he had given the Esuman people a lot of face.

However, some people don't want him to give this face.

“Where did these people come from?”

As Shu Yichao waited for the week to pass, he was extremely surprised to find that countless beggars in tattered clothes, holding all kinds of flags and scrap metal appeared around him.

And among them were some acquaintances he had met before.

"Khitan Baturu." Mrs. Marti brought a group of people to Shu Yichao and saluted solemnly.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

These days, she used the twin daughters of Governor Mohai as bait to contact the former Norman survivors, the locals who were slaughtered and enslaved by the Osman, the young and middle-aged people whose homes were burned down, and the persecuted priests.

The final result made her sincerely lament the great lack of morality of Osman in the local area. In just a few days, she had managed to gather three or four thousand people to take advantage of her misfortune.

Although it is doubtful that they are called able-bodied men, at least they have the status.

Many people in the team looked at Shu Yichao excitedly and enthusiastically - many people had witnessed Shu Yichao's wild behavior under the city of Sochia a few days ago.

Such a fierce and powerful general had an unparalleled impact on boosting morale in the era of cold weapons.