The injustice system and the war-mad me

Sultan Mumona took out her dagger embedded with gold and silver jewels and stabbed it hard on the map.

"Western Wall!"

"Report to the great king." At this moment, the prime minister of Sultan Mumona's court, an old man with white beard, finally couldn't help but stand up and said.

"Although it is too late to speak out at this time, I still advise that we should use peaceful means as much as possible to force the pagan emperor to dedicate the city."

“The Western Wall of Constantinople has mocked the enemies who besieged it so many times over the past 1000 years.”

"Even if we have 20 troops, it will still be difficult to capture such a city."

"And as long as we delay for a few months, reinforcements from the west will continue to arrive. At that time, we will have to return without success."

"Once such a costly siege fails, it will inevitably seriously weaken our strength and prestige, and further stimulate the invasion of enemies on all sides and the rebellion of careerists."

"So I implore you to think about it carefully."

"If your Majesty is willing to nod, I am willing to personally serve as a negotiator and go to convince the pagan emperor in the city."

In the eyes of this prime minister, war is a pure gamble. Even if you win, it may not end well. If you can do it without using force, try not to use force.

"Asshole!" However, the prime minister's words only earned Sultan Mumona a merciless rebuke.

"When did you become as timid as a lamb!?"

"Constantinople is the heart of Osman, this city must be in our hands!"

"I have been preparing for this battle for too long, how could I give up in the middle?"

"If those weak and incompetent heathens think they can stop me with their own strength, then just go ahead and come."

"I will grind them all into powder and let them know how miserable they will end up if they go against me who is blessed by the true God!"

"Warriors." Mumona Sultan shouted loudly: "Tell me, in this world, who is the opponent of the Osman warriors!?"

"nobody!"

"Othman warriors are the most powerful warriors in the world!"

"The true God will always protect the Sudan!" the generals in the tent shouted enthusiastically.

Not long after, cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami also came from outside the tent.

"Hmph." Sultan Mumona snorted lightly and looked at her prime minister.

The old man knew that he had made a mistake, so he bowed down and left the king's tent.

But he didn't notice the hint of darkness hidden in Sultan Mumona's contemptuous eyes.

If it were an ordinary time, Sultan Mumona might still listen to the advice of the prime minister.

But the process of Mumona's rise to power was really dirty.

After swearing on his father's coffin, he betrayed his faith, tricked his brothers and sisters into killing them all, and forced all his concubines to be buried with his father. He bloodbathed the court, pretending to recruit the chief of the eastern grassland, but he was killed when they arrived. Axeman arrangements...

So now Mumona is in urgent need of a bloody and glorious victory to establish her high prestige.

The wolf-like warriors under her command will not follow a villain who only plays tricks.

But it happened that Constantinople was the right size, so I had to suffer the Norma people again.

Anyway, they have been used to it for hundreds of years.

It's a pity that life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten.

Before Mumona could continue to discuss the battle plan with her soldiers, a piece of bad news came first.

"Your Majesty, urgent report!"

"Sochia is lost!"

Chapter 11 - Landlubber VS Landlubber

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

"I handed over three thousand elite soldiers to the governor of Mohai and asked him to guard Mohai for me. This is how he repaid me?"

After listening to the messenger's report, Mumona became furious and swept all the fine porcelain and rare antiques on the desk to the ground.

"Dili Bair is also a waste!"

"Thankfully, I personally praised her bravery and promoted her to pasha."

"He ended up dying so dishonorably."

"She has failed my respect so much. Send me an order to arrest her whole family and execute her!"

After issuing the order in a ruthless manner, Mumona had time to question the envoy carefully about the details.

Then he became furious.

"3000 people!?"

"How did 3000 men capture Sochia?"

"Even if the city is defended by a group of monkeys, it is impossible for 3000 people to capture a strong city in one day."

"Are there any Khitans?"

“Are the Khitans amazing?”

Although it was spread everywhere about how terrifying the Khitans were and how good at fighting they were, Mumona, who had experienced war many times, did not believe those boring rumors.

It's just two arms supporting one head, no matter how strong it is, how strong can it be?

It was clear that Diliber had a false reputation, the body of Governor Mohai was lying bare, and the Sochia defenders had neglected their duties.

This was great, it gave Osman an extra gap in the siege of Constantinople.

Such a gap is likely to bring unpredictable changes to the siege of Constantinople.

Just when Mumona was thinking about how to punish the people who sneaked back from Sochia, she suddenly heard screams coming from outside the tent, and the sound got louder and louder, and she couldn't stop it at all.

So, surrounded by everyone, she went out of her tent and faced the direction of the exclamations, climbing up to a distance and looking into the distance.

Then, she saw several warships with black cross flags on a white background appearing on the sea.

[Host, there is movement on the main line. 】

System 12345 reported happily to Shu Yichao while trying its best to repair the program.

[Your impression at Mumona is already ambiguous. 】

[This means that the host has entered her Dharma Eyes. 】

【good sign. 】

[Behave well, host, and I hope you can capture this dangerous beautiful girl as soon as possible. 】

The waves were sparkling and the wind was strong. Shu Yichao stood at the forefront of the warship with a machete at his waist and a bow and arrow in his hand, looking at the dilapidated but still majestic city in the distance.

"Hahaha!"

"Constantinople, my special meow is here!"

"I have to say, this modeling is so atmospheric."

"It's just like the real thing."

"It's a pity that this flag is not quite right." Shu Yichao looked back at the white background and black cross flag hanging on the warship and muttered.

Originally, according to Shu Yichao's own ideas, the soldiers under his command were all grassland forces.

According to the sense of substitution, it was either the Liao Dynasty flag, the Jin Dynasty flag, or the Mongolian flag - but the problem was that he had no idea what these three flags looked like.

Later, he wanted to hang the Roman flag, but after a long time of gesticulation, the tailor didn't know what he wanted to do.

In the end, he had no choice but to use the cross flag, which could at least let the people in Constantinople know that reinforcements were coming.

"The Osman warships are coming!"

An exclamation of surprise reached Shu Yichao's ears. He turned around and saw Mrs. Marty's face turning pale and her fingers pointing tremblingly into the distance.

To enter Constantinople, they had to sail into the Golden Horn via the Boss Strait.

However, at this moment, the narrow Boss Strait was actually crowded with at least a hundred warships.

Compared with Osman's huge navy, the four battleships and four grain transport ships that Shu Yichao and others were on were like ants in front of an elephant.

Didn’t you say that Osman’s navy was weak?

What's going on with this huge fleet?

Mrs. Marty groaned secretly in her heart.

"Khitan Batulu." Mrs. Marty spoke quickly: "We must retreat immediately and find an opportunity to enter Constantinople from other places."

"Quickly retreat."

"It's too late if you don't run!"

Then she saw Shu Yichao smile, nod, and then wave his elite scimitar.

"Brothers, attack!"

"What!?"

"Where did they come from?" Mumona, who looked at this scene from a high place, frowned.

"Could it be that you are here to rescue Constantinople?"

"Send a message to Batoru Pasha." She waved her hand, as if it were as simple as letting someone crush an ant.

"Let him sink these ships."

"Then the heads of all the passengers were cut off and piled in front of Constantinople."

"Pasha!" A green-faced Osman officer, walking on empty steps, grabbed the wooden planks of the ship's side and vomited while shouting to Osman's naval commander, Batoru.

"The Sultan has ordered you to annihilate that small fleet immediately. No one is allowed to escape."

Batoru's face suddenly turned greener than Officer Osman's face.

The Supreme Sultan, you have great confidence in our navy.

But don’t you know what our navy is like?

The Osmans are fierce cavalry, but once they go to sea...

Not to mention that this huge navy of more than 2 people was hastily assembled in half a year to besiege Constantinople.

The warships were made of hastily made materials and were worn out, their operation was clumsy, and their speeds were so slow that some ships could even disintegrate on their own while running.

And because most Osman warriors couldn't swim at all, the sailors were filled with slaves of all races, bankrupt citizens, and captured strong men. Some people fell into the water and drowned every day.

As for bumper boats, it is even more common for them to hit rocks, run aground, leak, or catch fire.

In a narrow strait, this kind of navy can bully the enemy with its numerical advantage. If the enemy wants to run away, how can they catch up?

However, Batoru Pasha found that he soon no longer had to worry about this problem.

Because he was surprised to find that the other side didn't run away at all, but instead raised its sails and rushed over with a roar!

"preparation--"

Shu Yichao took his flagship and charged menacingly towards the Osman warship closest to him.

Following his order, all the prairie horse archers on the ship fired their bows and set arrows at the same time.

"put!"

"Whoosh whoosh!!"

A dark shadow passed by, bringing greetings from the God of Death.

The arrow rain from Shu Yichao's side was accurate and fierce. In just a moment, dozens of bright blood flowers popped out of the Osman warship!

The shackled rowing slave looked at the warriors on the boat falling to pieces, and even suspected that he was dreaming.

"Fire arrows and fight back!" The commander of the Osman warship tried to command the troops to fight back.

However, how could the warriors on his ship, who were unable to walk due to seasickness, compete with the terrifying warriors summoned by Shu Yichao?

The few arrows that were sparse did not even hit the ship, let alone people.

"Pick up the string!"