The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Gold, silver, and jewelry? Take it!

Silk fur? Wrapped!

Chicken, duck, fish, and meat? Catch them!

They even scraped off the gold powder on the statues, adding a huge amount of income to Shu Yichao's treasury.

By the way, the sky in Sochia also became three feet higher.

After a few days of fun, and after confirming that this city was already too poor to be squeezed out of, and not a penny could be squeezed out of it—

"The rest is all yours." Shu Yichao said carelessly to Mrs. Marti.

"Consider it as a thank you for your help."

"Although you actually only provided all the support besides helping."

"Also, I want to buy something from you."

"Wait, Khitan Baturu, do you mean to hand over this city to us?" After this conversation, Mrs. Marti was confused.

The other leaders who came together to listen to the Khitans' "will" were also dumbfounded.

They were all ready to serve under Shu Yichao, but Shu Yichao didn't want this city?

"Yes." Shu Yichao said as usual, standing on the table.

"Leave?"

"Why should I stay?"

Pulling out his elite scimitar, Shu Yichao waved it in the air and announced loudly.

"My mission is to save Constantinople and revive Rome!"

"Mrs. Marti, what are the Khitans saying?" someone asked Mrs. Marti in a low voice.

"He seems to be saying." After several interactions, Mrs. Marty could barely understand what Shu Yichao said.

Therefore, her expression became even more strange.

“He was called by the Lord.”

"To save Constantinople?"

"Huh?" People looked at each other in surprise.

What kind of legend is this about a saint descending from the sky?

Although with your looks, Khitan Baturu, it is not a problem for you to put on makeup and act as a saint.

But you, a Khitan from thousands of miles away, come here to save the Norma capital. This doesn't sound credible at all.

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"Aboard the ship!"

A few days later, at a dock in Mohai, Shu Yichao commanded 300 of his grassland archers to board a ship.

Of course, the fastest and most reliable way to get to Constantinople is by sea.

But the headache is that Shu Yichao cannot recruit navy.

Therefore, even with the help of the caravan, it still took him several days to find ships and hire sailors, and he was only now ready.

Shu Yichao, who was about to board the ship, suddenly discovered that several other ships were approaching outside the dock.

The one at the bow was still an old acquaintance of his.

That dark-skinned lady with no nose.

"Khitan Baturu." When the two ships connected, Mrs. Marti came forward with a group of people whose faces showed both excitement and fear.

"We want to go with you."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Shu Yichao looked at her curiously and asked, "I've sold all the stuff."

"Why are you still following me?"

"I once heard such a prophecy." Mrs. Marty replied, slightly tightening her grip on the sword.

"There is a priest king in the far east."

"He will come with his invincible army to save the Empire when it is destroyed."

"But I've also heard predictions to the contrary."

"The double-headed eagle will eventually fall, and the city of God will burn with fire from heaven."

"It is said that the Sultan's 200,000-strong army has surrounded the capital of the empire, and Constantinople is in imminent danger. And now you appear..."

Mrs. Marty sighed, "It seems one of the prophecies is about to come true."

"Khitan Baturu, I beg you to take us with you."

"No matter which prophecy is true."

"We, the subjects of the empire, will see it through to the end."

"I understand. You want to continue doing business with me, right?" Shu Yichao gave Mrs. Marty a thumbs-up. "No wonder your business is so big and you have so many people."

"This vision is indeed much higher than that of ordinary people - follow me, and there will be great spoils."

"Don't worry, I'll give you priority in selling any spoils I find."

"Thank you for your tolerance and generosity." Seeing Shu Yichao smiling and giving a thumbs up, Mrs. Marti breathed a sigh of relief.

【Host, I'm sorry! 】

System 12345 began to sob.

[I just realized now that I haven't installed the language plug-in yet. ]

[Host, have you been unable to communicate normally with others these days? ]

【Thank you for your hard work.】

The host is in an unfamiliar environment, unable to communicate, unable to interact. I don’t know how lonely and scared he must be.

Maybe you will be bullied often.

No wonder I didn’t do any of the previous side quests.

In this situation, there's no chance of completing the mission!

[Wow, host, are you still trying to become the queen and complete the main quest? Wow, you're really working too hard.]

[Host, once I have fixed the program, I will definitely provide you with the strongest support as soon as possible! ]

The host has worked so hard, what right do I have to be lazy?

System 12345 was filled with a burning fighting spirit.

Chapter 10 - Augustus and the Sultan

Norma.

Constantinople.

Constantine XI, with graying hair, listened with a dejected look as the dusty messenger read the letter to him. He sighed softly, "Is it finally irreversible?"

The former empire stretched from endless forests in the north to vast deserts in the south, encompassing the entire Great Blue Sea. It was truly a vast empire.

But when the Norma Empire came into his hands, it was already a complete mess.

The national treasury is empty, the national strength is impoverished and weak, and it is surrounded by powerful enemies.

The territory that once took half a year to cross can now be traveled across in a few hours - the entire empire is left with only one capital, like a head without a body.

The total population of the country did not exceed 100,000, and the number of able-bodied men did not exceed 5,000. The country was unable to be self-sufficient in food and was extremely dependent on sea transportation.

It was only thanks to the magnificent city walls left over from the ancient empire that the dilapidated churches, ruined palaces, and disorderly buildings were barely protected.

The prospects for the empire were as bleak as the purple robes of Augustus himself.

The territory belonging to the Osmanis has surrounded the only remaining Constantinople from all directions - there are enemies everywhere, and the Osmanis can even often go to the suburbs of the capital to forage for grass!

Constantine XI considered himself not a foolish ruler. Since he ascended the throne, he had never indulged in any extravagance, but had been conscientious in managing the little leftovers in his hands.

But the empire was already in a state of irreversible decline, and no matter how he struggled, there was no improvement.

And the doomsday that is finally coming seems to be right before our eyes.

After brutally killing all of her brothers and sisters, the newly succeeded Sultan Mumona cleverly stabilized the surrounding countries, and then turned her attention to Constantinople!

The army and sea joined forces to completely blockade the last of the Norma Empire's land. It is said that a total of 200,000 soldiers were mobilized!

Constantine XI tried his best to mediate diplomatically, but he could not get any help from the west, and there was no sign that Sultan Mumona would withdraw his troops from the east.

Just now, Mumona Sultan's ultimatum arrived.

Surrender this city, or die!

As for the amnesty after surrendering the city?

That is the Sultan's business, so Your Majesty the Emperor doesn't need to worry about it.

"Haha." Knowing that the situation was irreversible, Constantine XI stood up and said to the messenger.

"Tell that hypocritical Sultan to drop her hypocritical kindness."

"She doesn't want peace at all, she just wants destruction!"

"I will not run away, and I will not surrender!"

"If she wants this city, she can come and get it herself—after stepping on my head."

He said this in a decisive tone, and then gave orders to his Navy Minister and War Minister.

"Raise the iron chain blocking the Golden Horn. Put the entire city on martial law and prepare for a defensive battle."

"The Norma people will stand and shed their last drop of blood."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The First Lord of the Admiralty and the First Lord of the War bowed their heads.

At this moment, a crazy old man broke into the dilapidated palace of Constantine XI.

"I saw!"

"I saw!"

He yelled.

"he came."

"The Priest King from the East has arrived, leading a terrifying ghostly army."

"They bring war, sow death, and harvest souls."

"But it can save the empire from despair."

"Patriarch?" The Minister of the Navy and the Minister of the Army were both stunned.

"Come, take the patriarch away." Constantine XI sighed and explained to the ministers.

"The Patriarch seems to have gone mad two months ago due to the immense mental stress."

"I kept him locked in a side room of the cathedral because I was afraid everyone would worry."

"I didn't expect that he would seize the opportunity and escape today."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of the Navy and the Minister of the Army could not help but feel sad.

Yes, the end is coming.

Who doesn’t feel heavy in their heart?

Just as the Norma people were determined to fight for their city to the last moment, their enemies were also planning how to deal with them.

Inside the royal tent hung with countless silks, Sultan Mumona of Osman was describing his siege plan.

"Norma is now breathing her last breath."

"But this isolated city is still not that easy to attack."

"To the north of Constantinople is the Golden Horn, which is blocked by iron chains. It is difficult for our warships to break through here."