The injustice system and the war-mad me

"Maybe this is the custom of the Khitan people."

"..."

Is it really?

Constantine XI was full of suspicion.

But even though Shu Yichao had no etiquette and trampled Augustus' face into the mud, the emperor of Norma did not have the slightest idea of ​​being angry.

First of all, he is an emperor in name, but in fact he is a poor mayor who is about to be finished. He really has no energy, and there is no need to show off in front of powerful reinforcements.

Secondly, the whole Noma Empire was completely fooled by the "Khitans" with money.

As soon as the prairie horse archers entered the city, they started throwing money around, and even hit their faces with pepper when they took people's things!

That's pepper!

That’s pepper more expensive than gold!

It is only sold in the most high-end luxury stores. When buying and selling, you have to close the doors and windows tightly, hold your breath and check the scale repeatedly to see if there is any problem with the pepper!

In addition, silk, porcelain, refined salt...all are first-class goods.

Thanks to Shu Yitong's blessing, Constantine XI not only greatly enriched the treasury, but also repaid military pay to mercenaries and volunteers for half a year in one go, which greatly boosted morale.

Therefore, the attitude of the Norma people now is basically, no need to be polite, feel free to use money to insult me ​​and us.

"It's not interesting, it's not interesting."

After jumping around in the palace of Constantine XI for a while, Shu Yichao soon felt bored.

It’s really not that he killed the production team. Although the mod is made realistically and has a sense of immersion, the last Roman emperor must have been miserable.

The so-called palace feels like a rough villa, without any luxurious decorations. The banquet is filled with clay and wooden utensils, and the food served is just some bread mixed with sawdust...

The imperial banquet looks like this, what kind of life does the emperor live on weekdays?

As for those princes and nobles, in Shu Yichao's opinion, they were no different from country bumpkins - in short, they were shabby.

"Let's just jump to the beginning."

Shu Yichao thought this while pressing the fast forward button.

In the eyes of others, it was this handsome young man from Khitan who, after venting his energy, lowered his head on the recliner and fell asleep under the protection of the prairie horse archers.

until--

"Clang clang clang!"

As soon as the sky dawned, a rapid sound of alarm bells spread throughout the city.

On the vast plain outside the city of Constantinople, countless Osman soldiers dressed in red, like the sky in the sky, were slowly coming from the road in the distance.

The shiny machetes and sharp spears are like a forest of steel, and thousands of war horses stir up billowing smoke - under the Sultan's order, Osman's army is about to move out!

"Without further ado, we will begin deployment immediately."

The movement of the 20-strong army was slow and heavy, and the Norma still had several hours to prepare before they could assemble and launch their attack.

So Constantine XI immediately started general mobilization according to his previous plan.

Everyone who can still hold a weapon must contribute to strengthening the city's defense, either by strengthening fortifications, or by urgently forging weapons, or by hoarding supplies.

Of course, the main task of defense still fell on the shoulders of Constantine XI's only five to six thousand men, a mixed army composed of Norma, mercenaries, and volunteers from various places.

He gave over the valley country to the north of the Western Wall, and the hilly country to the south of the Western Wall, to mercenaries and volunteers.

As for the most important middle section of the Western Wall, he personally sat in charge and raised the double-headed eagle flag, announcing to everyone that Augustus of Norma would live and die with the city.

But as the arrangements were being made, Constantine XI suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

"Hiss—" he asked after taking a look at the officers of all levels wearing various armors around him.

"Where are those Khitans?"

"Where did they go?"

For such an important military meeting, even if they don't understand what we say, not a single participant will come.

"Wow--"

"call--"

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of gasping for air coming from outside.

Immediately afterwards, a messenger broke in with a cold sweat and was speechless for a long time before he spoke.

"Your Majesty, those Khitan people have left, left, left the city."

"what?"

At the same time, outside the city of Constantinople, Mumona, who had just finished praying, rode up to the murderous Osman army, preparing to give a passionate speech to boost the morale of the army.

But before she could speak, the gates of Constantinople opened.

She didn't know whether to continue swinging the scimitar she had just raised, or simply put it down.

What are the Norma people doing?

Do you want to surrender directly?

Mumona's thoughts were confused.

But then she realized that these people didn't look like they had come out to surrender.

Because those armored cavalrymen quickly leaned against the city wall and formed a long formation outside the city.

Arrogant!

Too embarrassing!

After all the Osman soldiers were stunned at first, they became furious.

These heretics are so rampant!

In their expectation, those weak guys should be hiding behind the towering city walls and trembling, imagining that dead things can protect them forever.

Then the warriors blessed by the true god will smile evilly to break the meager hope in their hearts, attack their cities, harvest their lives, and plunder their wealth...

I never expected that with just a few people, they would dare to go out of the city to fight?

Who do they think they are? ?

But in fact, the other side can be even more arrogant.

After letting his prairie horse archers line up against the wall, Shu Yichao rushed to the front of the two armies' formations single-handedly.

Under the dull eyes of the Osmans and the horrified eyes of the Norma people at the top of the city, he shouted loudly and arrogantly.

"Shazhou Shuyichao is here!"

"Who dares to fight to the death with me!?"

Chapter 15-Who will fight me to the death?

"He, what is he doing!?"

Constantine XI, who had a panoramic view of Shu Yichao's actions and hurriedly climbed onto the city wall, was extremely mad.

"Does he know what he is doing!?"

"Going to challenge an army of 20 people alone!?"

"Has this Khitan really grown a brain!?"

Originally, according to Constantine XI's idea, all armies would rely on the extremely solid Western Wall for defense.

This crystallization of wisdom from the ancient Norma era is not only tall and majestic, but also extremely complex.

The various outer walls, moats, inner walls of the moats, steep slope walls, outer city platforms, outer city walls, inner city platforms, inner city walls... are enough to make anyone dizzy.

The city wall was built with granite boulders, with cliffs on the outside and cover on the inside. Dozens of towers, hundreds of turrets and bunkers were intertwined with each other, forming an extremely terrifying crossfire of firepower.

As long as a normal person sees the endless Western Wall, he will be deeply shocked and feel unparalleled fear.

It was precisely because he held the Western Wall that Constantine XI had a certain degree of confidence to arm-wrestle with the Ottomans who were dozens of times his own.

He believed that if Shu Yichao's well-equipped soldiers could be deployed on the city wall, they would definitely be able to give any enemy near the west wall a head-on attack.

However, the Khitans gave up this great advantage and went to the front of the Osmans?

What does he mean?

Constantine XI, who marked Shu Yichao as a "dead man", began to feel sorry for those hundreds of elites.

If they were used to defend the city, how useful they would be!

"Shoot that idiot into a hornet's nest."

In the Osman army formation, a speechless officer gave orders to his soldiers.

"We have to attack the city soon, and we don't have time to care about this kind of moron."

Amid a burst of laughter, a marksman bent his bow and nocked an arrow, released the arrow with a whoosh, and then put away the bow and arrow confidently.

Well, the next thing is to have fun watching the fool fall off the horse and the horse run away in panic.

"Wha—" a slightly painful groan sounded.

"Boom--" The sharpshooter was penetrated by the huge kinetic energy of the arrow, and his whole body took off quickly, and then hit the flagpole hard.

He fluttered twice, and the remaining vitality disappeared without a trace.

There were boos in Osman's army in astonishment - after Shu Yichao grabbed the arrow with his bare hands, he turned his bow back and sent the sharpshooter away!

"Shazhou Shuyichao is here!"

In front of 10,000+ people, Shu Yichao raised the bow in his hand and continued to roar arrogantly.

"Who will fight me for [-] rounds!?"

"..."

"Bastard!" Immediately, some Osman soldiers who did not believe in evil continued to pick up their bows and arrows, preparing to challenge this ignorant boy.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong!!"

After a while, the battle flags at the front of the Osman army were filled with Osman archers - as if they were lining up to hang themselves.

Many soldiers looked at the flag, then looked at Shu Yichao, and rubbed their eyes involuntarily - God above, are we dreaming?

"Wow!"

"Long live!"

"The Lord is protecting us!"

Such a shocking performance made the people on the Western Wall roar with joy and boosted their morale.

[Hehehe, host, the batch of things I gave you should be useful. 】

System 12345 discovered that the distance between Shu Yichao and Mu Mona was getting closer, and Mu Mona was paying more and more attention to Shu Yichao, so she believed that she had taken the greatest credit.

[Sure enough, even Mumona can't ignore that batch of supplies. 】

[Come on, host! 】

[If I don’t take advantage of this opportunity to gain favor, how long will it take? 】

"Great king, I'll go meet him!" Seeing that Mumona's face looked a little strange, one of her generals immediately took the initiative to ask for help.

Now even if thousands of arrows are fired to pierce that pretty boy's face into a porcupine, it won't work.

People have already jumped in the face fiercely, and then using bows and arrows to greet them will only make the opponent think that they are incompetent and unable to win.

The pretty boy must be killed in front of everyone in order to re-energize Osman's morale.

"Yeah." Mumona snorted lightly as an answer.

When Shu Yichao just arrived in front of the battle, she almost blurted out that someone would capture him alive.

She is so good-looking, and it would be a waste not to tuck her into my tent and give her good care every night.

but now……

State affairs are the most important.