The injustice system and the war-mad me

Shu Yichao's eyelids twitched as he saw many of his arrows falling into the water.

Damn, a bunch of losers!

Even though they have been upgraded, their archery skills are still so bad.

Let's deal with it in close combat.

Osman's navy was a landlubber, but Shu Yichao's side was similar. He couldn't do anything like ramming or cutting oars.

But it doesn't matter, I'm here to revive Rome, and there's no problem using Rome's tactics.

As a result, the Osmans, who had been beaten to a pulp, found that after the flagship on the opposite side came closer, they stretched out a long board with a hook from the deck and hooked their warship with a click.

Immediately afterwards, a young man wearing chain armor and wielding a scimitar blew over like a whirlwind, killing him from the bow to the stern in one breath.

Within a few minutes, there was no one alive on the boat.

"Let me go, there are actually several pairs of armors."

"Get rich, get rich."

"Who is that, come here and change!"

Shu Yichao shouted.

"Clean the battlefield, next ship!"

"Huh?" When Shu Yichao returned to the boat, Mrs. Marty stared and made a sound.

Chapter 12 - The advantage is mine

The thin warship rushed towards the thick naval brigade, seemingly hitting the stone with an egg, but in fact it was as easy and comfortable as a hot knife cutting through butter.

The party with an absolute numerical advantage is like a huge but useless flock of sheep, hesitating, fearful, fighting left and right, trampling on each other, no matter how large the number is, it is just at the mercy of others.

The battleships flying flags with black crosses on a white background looked like bloodthirsty wolves eyeing the flock of sheep.

If they wanted to, they could grab any Osman Lamb at lightning speed, slit its throat, bleed it, and then easily tear it into pieces.

Mumona looked at the sea, her face ashen.

The civil and military ministers under her command all held their breaths and did not dare to take a breath.

It's so embarrassing.

The warships, which were dozens of times more numerous than the opponent, were actually pinned to the ground and beaten by the opponent like a father beating his son.

In just such a short time, they actually lost seven or eight battleships, while the casualties on the opposite side were almost negligible.

"Tell Batoru."

Mumona said coldly.

"If we can't keep these ships, he won't have to come back to see me."

Compared with Osman, whose morale has plummeted, the Norma people are simply celebrating the New Year.

In fact, when Shu Yichao's warships appeared on the sea, the soldiers on the city wall discovered them.

And when Shu Yichao launched his attack, he quickly attracted the attention of the whole city.

And as Shu Yichao led the fleet to rampage in the Osman Navy, as if there was no one in the desert, there was a roar of joy on the city wall.

Even Constantine XI hurriedly climbed up the city wall to watch this exciting scene.

"Virgin Mary." He crossed himself on his chest with tears in his eyes: "Is it the Lord who is blessing us?"

Having spent half his life in the military, his blood was so intense that he wished he could be on those warships, holding a long sword, and frantically harvesting the lives of Osman soldiers.

If the Norma people on the city wall were still excited, then the people on the battleship were already crazy.

When did those aloof barbarian warriors become so easy to bully?

When they saw the first battleship, Mrs. Marty and others were just extremely surprised.

When the second battleship arrived, they were in disbelief.

By the time they got to the third and fourth ships, they could no longer think and went completely crazy.

"Kill!" Mrs. Marty roared, holding a long sword and following the prairie archers towards Osman's fleet, her expression unchanged even if she was hit by three arrows.

They only knew how to rush, rush, rush to death, as if they could carve a bloody path to Constantinople alive in the Osman fleet as long as they continued to cut.

In fact, this was indeed the case. All the Osman fleets that stood in front of them were powerless and collapsed at the first touch.

However, just when Shu Yichao's fleet was about to break through the mountains of Osman's fleet.

"Huh--" The bulging sail suddenly fell down, and the speed of the warship, which was as fast as the wind just now, dropped a lot.

Then they slowed down more and more until they lost momentum and came to a complete standstill.

"There's no wind?" Shu Yichao shook off the blood on his scimitar and looked at the withered sail curiously.

Although the warship he was riding on had oars, it mainly used sails——

After all, the prairie archers are very active in ordering them to burn, kill, and loot. If they are allowed to do hard work like paddling, they will be able to fish in a way that will shock the world and make people cry.

Therefore, to control the ship, we still rely on the sailors provided by Mrs. Marty.

Naturally, that few manpower is not enough. Once the wind goes out, the ship will basically wait to stop.

"God bless you!" Seeing Shu Yichao's fleet stop, Batoru Pasha, who was originally thinking about where he should be buried, was overjoyed and immediately shouted loudly.

"All battleships, rush forward immediately!"

"Kill them all!"

"No one is allowed to stay!"

"Why at this time?" Mrs. Marty cried desperately.

"Lord, is this also your will?"

Who would have thought that heaven and hell are separated by this thin line.

"What are they shouting?" Compared with the Noma people whose morale dropped sharply, Shu Yichao was not affected at all.

No more wind?

Does that mean you can chop for a while longer?

"It's so noisy-"

"Brothers, ignore those guys." Shu Yichao pointed to the surrounding Osman battleship.

"Everyone has a head, everyone has experience, line up, don't rush."

Boom!

The warships collided, and the Osmans rushed in like a tide.

"Huh -" Looking at the small fleet that was completely surrounded, Batoru finally relaxed and began to tidy up his clothes.

Should I report my victory to the Sultan later, or should I apologize?

Should the voice be trembling or excited?

"It only takes half an hour at most to solve it." He thought confidently.

It is true that the Osmans are not good at navy, but now, even if they rely on people to flood, they can still submerge those people.

Twenty thousand versus five hundred, I have the advantage.

In his expectant eyes, Shu Yichao led his troops like a whirlwind and killed the first boatload of people to approach.

"..."

Next comes the second boat.

"..."

Then came the third boat.

In Batoru's dull eyes, the remaining warships hesitated. You look at me, I look at you, no one dares to be the first.

"This, this..." His eyes were blank, and he didn't even notice that his luxurious clothes were torn into pieces.

"Who is that!" Mumona, who had been sitting down and waiting for Batoru to report his victory, suddenly stood up, her beautiful eyes extremely shocked.

"Is there such a brave general in the world?"

"There are such fierce troops in the world?"

"Real food." Shu Yichao said of his opponent: "Not even as good as high-level cannon fodder."

In a battle, one party does not need to be several times stronger to completely defeat the other party. Once a certain attribute exceeds the opponent's by a quarter, it is almost a crushing game.

Unfortunately, even if the attributes of the grassland archers are mediocre in Shu Yichao's eyes, they are often more than twice as good as the Osman warriors.

Not to mention that seasickness is common among the Osmans.

As a result, the Osman fleet suffered thousands of casualties, but Shu Yichao's losses, excluding the Norma people, totaled only a dozen.

Such a disparity in the casualty ratio meant that the naval battle was not easy to run, so the Osman fleet did not collapse, otherwise it would have dispersed long ago.

"Hey, is there a bug?" Shu Yichao, who hadn't cut enough yet, moved his shoulders, looked at the Osman fleet circling nearby, and clicked his tongue.

"Sure enough, when there are too many modules, everyone gets stuck and looks so dumb."

He grabbed a flying arrow, nocked the bow, and shot the arrow. After piercing the skull of the person who was shooting the arrow across from him, Shu Yichao found that the Osman seemed even more stunned.

After a while, no more arrows were fired from the other side.

There was an eerie silence on the sea.

"But it doesn't matter. If you can't get over the mountain, I'll go there -" Shu Yichao called by name: "Who is that, you, you, you -"

"Paddle for me."

"It's really weird."

"Why can't this distance be shortened?"

After shaking the oar for a while, Shu Yichao failed to catch an Osman warship and was puzzled: "Is there a bug?"

"Load the ballista!" Batoru, who had been dazed for a long time, woke up like a dream: "Load the ballista!"

"Kill him, you must kill him for me!"

"Sink those ships!"

"I don't believe it. Those guys can still swim and fight with us at the same time!?"

Batoru's order was given a little late.

The sea breeze is howling.

When the flag with a black cross on a white background was raised again, all the Osman warships either intentionally or unintentionally gave way to a direct road to Constantinople.

"Let's go!" Upon seeing this, Mrs. Marty knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, and immediately ordered the sailors to raise the sails and rush to the Golden Horn.

Under the urging of the commander, the Osman warship began to "pursue" slowly, but the distance became wider and wider.

"Huh--" After Shu Yichao's fleet flew away, there were exhalations one after another from Osman's fleet.

The sailors looked at each other and realized that their faces were full of fear and horror.

"It's over." Seeing eight ships sailing unimpeded into the Golden Horn amidst the cheers of the Norma people, Batoru rolled his eyes and fell to the deck with a bang.

Now Sultan Mumona will have fun playing with the nine tribes.

Chapter 13-The Priest King Arrives in the Holy City

[Host, so strong. 】

[In just a short time, you have upgraded Mumona's impression of you to a deep one. 】

System 12345 said happily.

At such a critical moment, I can't hold back the host.

System 12345 gritted its teeth and stamped its feet.

[Host, I’ll give you some resources for your internship in advance. 】