The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

"Grand Duke!" The confidant next to him pulled him and advised him urgently.

"Run!"

"The losses of our Milan troops are acceptable."

"Quickly retreat to the city."

"At that time, at least 20,000 to 30,000 people gathered."

"If you can hold on for a while."

"Wait until reinforcements arrive from other directions—"

"There's still a chance!"

"We are at least 400,000 people!"

"Hmm, hmm." The confidant's words brought the Duke of Milan back to his senses.

He quickly took off the conspicuous emblems on his body, mounted his horse, and fled towards Milan under the protection of his confidants.

"Chase!"

Seeing that the coalition forces wanted to escape, Shu Yichao refused to agree.

It’s so cool to get heads!

A soldier's head costs a few dinars.

There can be dozens to several dozen knights.

Some of those who are dressed gorgeously are probably aristocrats, and the highest price can be as high as several hundred!

It's so cool.

If I add a few more, I'll have enough money to buy an iron pagoda, right?

Chase!

Must chase!

No one is allowed to escape!

"The whole army attacks!"

The Duke of Milan had a good idea, but when he arrived in Milan, he realized that he had oversimplified things.

The swarming defeated troops have blocked the city gate!

"Open the door!"

"Please open the door!"

The soldiers under the city wall begged, but the soldiers on the top of the city did not dare to open the city gate.

Because at the end of the horizon, a bloody double-headed eagle is soaring towards us.

"The Whip of God is coming!"

After the exclamations, the soldiers could no longer wait and they directly broke into the city gate.

"Open the door quickly!"

Because the city gate was closed in a hurry, it was not very tight and now seemed to be crumbling.

This greatly stimulated the soldiers outside the city gate, and they banged on the city gate even more frantically.

"I am your Grand Duke!" Upon seeing this, the Grand Duke of Milan also roared.

"Soldiers, open the city gates!"

No one responded.

The soldiers on the city wall could only tremble.

"It's over." The Duke of Milan's eyes went dark.

This is already terrifying.

He wanted to roar and let those stupid soldiers know,

Do you think that if the city gates are not opened, the scourge of God cannot break through them?

But when he glanced at the frightened faces of those people, he knew that they were terrified and no words would work.

"Go quickly!"

The Duke of Milan wanted to leave with his confidants.

He just wanted to run now.

What titles, what castles, what armies—never mind!

He swore that if he could escape successfully, he would never get involved in this bullshit holy war again.

Is that something humans can handle?

How many heads do we have for him to chop off?

Unfortunately, the Duke of Milan acted too late.

A thin, silver thread wrapped around them - thousands of Iron Pagodas completely trapped most of the fleeing coalition forces.

Then the fishing net was cast towards the struggling fish.

The iron ball hit the egg in the cage.

Fragmented.

Juice splashes.

Chapter 97 - The Kingdom of Knights

"Oh God."

"What's going on here?"

When countless defeated soldiers rushed towards the Po River camp like a tide.

King Charles and some princes and nobles in the Po River camp were all confused.

"The soldiers were all yelling that the end was coming."

"The Whip of God is coming."

“No sinner will escape judgment.”

"What's going on?"

On the Po River camp side, King Charles was barely the leader - as the Iris King who almost ended the Hundred Years' War, he was still quite prestigious.

"Those soldiers started spouting nonsense, saying that the Scourge of God was the Horseman of the Apocalypse, descending upon the world with his undead legion."

An elector of Saint-Noire said that the next emperor of Saint-Noire had not been elected so far, and these electors were looking for allies everywhere, and this one chose King Charles.

"It sounds like something's wrong with the Grand Duke of Milan."

The princes of the Po River Camp began to analyze the map.

"Many of the soldiers running over here are their mercenaries."

"The Duke of Milan was defeated?"

"Well—I'm not surprised at all that he was defeated. After all, the Khitans haven't lost a battle in the past two years."

"That's an army of 60,000!" Some nobles also found it unbelievable.

"Is this gone?"

"Maybe they weren't completely defeated." someone speculated.

"Only a part of them was dispersed, and then the Grand Duke of Milan defended the city, while the rest fled in all directions."

"Even if that's the case... the question is, which direction did the Khitans come from?"

"Could it be that the camp in the Julia region has also been defeated? That's impossible." The Elector muttered as he chewed a piece of the holy wafer.

There is also an elector in the Julia region, and together with the armies of some other city-states and countries, there are at least 50,000 to 60,000 people.

It's impossible to say that we were defeated directly.

"Could it be that the Whip of God directly crossed the Snow Mountain!?"

Some people speculated with horror.

"So the Grand Duke of Milan was completely unprepared, and his army of tens of thousands collapsed in an instant."

"Isn't this just nonsense?"

The mountains were covered in snow, and it was unknown how many men and horses would be lost if they crossed the Great Snow Mountain. And if the Khitans, who were known for their cavalry, lost their horses...

They have no place to resupply.

"Hiss--" King Charles looked at the map and felt a headache growing more and more.

Chaos.

"Send more people to investigate in the direction of Milan and Julia."

"We must find out the situation there..."

"Report!" A messenger rushed into the tent. "The Plantagenet Regent has returned!"

"Oh?" King Charles' tone rose. It was hard to expect him to have any good feelings towards the Plantagenet Kingdom.

"Oh my, what are you waiting for? Let our regent come in."

He said this in a sarcastic tone.

"Um, Your Majesty..." the messenger stammered.

"The Regent may not be able to come in on his own."

"Ok?"

When he saw the Plantagenet Regent again, King Charles could hardly believe that this strong man who was full of energy not long ago had become like this.

He was lying on the donkey cart, bandaging his wounds, his face pale, drooling, and his eyes dull.

"Regent?" asked King Charles.

Upon hearing the sound, the Plantagenet Prince Regent was so frightened that he immediately hugged his head, trembling and crying.

"Woo-"

"coming."

"They're coming."

"The Horseman of the Apocalypse has arrived, bringing the end of the world."

This is completely stupid.

All the princes and nobles looked at each other in bewilderment.

He was indeed beaten silly.

The attendants who escorted the Plantagenet Regent back all looked ashen-faced.

When thousands of longbowmen and tens of thousands of heavy infantrymen nearby were crushed into a pool of mud like garlic...

Mental collapse is inevitable.

After they tried their best to explain how Shu Yichao relied on the Iron Pagoda to break through the coalition forces' formation in one wave.

The knights of Iris began to gloat over the other's misfortune.

"Hahaha, these lowly farmers!"

"Should!"

"Do you really think you can compete with cavalry just by shooting a few arrows?"

"In the final analysis, to deal with cavalry, we still have to rely on the glorious knights—"

In the past hundred years, the Knights of Iris have suffered a lot from the Plantagenet longbowmen for various inexplicable reasons.