The injustice system and the war-mad me

"Boy, don't run!" The general, who got Mumona's acquiescence, got on his horse, roared and rushed towards Shu Yichao with his scimitar in hand.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the other side finally showed up for a duel.

Without saying a word, Shu Yichao rode his horse forward and waved his sword at him.

"Dang——" A tooth-breaking metal trembling sound sounded, and sparks bloomed, like bright peaches in early spring.

After only one round of testing, Shu Yichao figured out the details of his opponent.

"Just around 50 kills?"

"This guy is not as good as the elite monster in Novice Village."

In the second round, Shu Yichao raised his sword and directly chopped down General Osman who came to fight.

Then, he raised the bloody scimitar again and roared in front of the 20 Osman army.

"Shazhou Shuyichao is here!"

"Who dares to fight with me!?"

"Second brother!" The eyes of another general under Mumona turned blood red in an instant. He didn't even ask the Sultan for instructions and rushed directly towards Shu Yichao.

"Damn infidel, I'm going to kill you!"

"Wha—" Shu Yichao didn't even look at him. The scimitar he waved in the air fell suddenly, blood spattering.

This guy is worse than the one just now.

"Who else!?"

Shu Yichao's voice echoed on the battlefield like rolling thunder.

"I just asked, who else!?"

The cheers on the city wall were even more exaggerated than the most violent thunder.

"Long live!"

"Long live Norma!"

"Long live the Khitan!"

Even Constantine XI, who had previously thought that Shu Yichao was mentally ill, couldn't help but cheer a little.

no way.

What Shu Yichao did was indeed stupid and brainless.

but……

It’s so infuriating!

Morale is such a wonderful thing. It is clear that they have an absolute advantage in numbers, but after two generals were killed in front of the battle, the morale of Osman's army inevitably began to decline.

Many people become frustrated, discouraged, or even shaken.

Mumona saw it and was anxious in her heart.

If the army loses morale, then don't fight this war and go home to herd the sheep.

She turned to look at her subordinates, her tone pretending to be calm, but still inevitably showing some urgency.

"Where's Bayed?"

"Where is he!?"

"Sultan." Someone replied: "He should still be in the rear army."

"Let him come to see me immediately!" Mumona immediately shouted in a low voice.

"Hiss--" At this time, Constantine XI on the west wall seemed to have remembered something, and secretly screamed that something was not good.

"not good!"

"Hey - Khitan people." He quickly poked his head out from the city wall and shouted to the grassland archers arrayed not far away.

"Call your Baturu back quickly."

"The Sultan of Osman is about to send out their thunder!"

Chapter 16 - How to Clear Favorability

"Othman's Thunder!"

When Mrs. Marty heard Constantine XI read this name, she immediately got goosebumps.

The cheers of the enthusiastic soldiers on the west wall suddenly became much quieter.

Some even swallowed.

Bayed, Osman's famous veteran of three dynasties.

During the siege of the city, when the enemy dropped the gate, he held the gate with one person to allow the army to enter.

Also when Osman was fighting against the coalition forces of the Western countries, he defeated [-] cavalry with [-] infantry.

He even single-handedly captured a rebellious leader among thousands of troops.

After 30 years of military service and more than seventy battles, no one was defeated.

When Mumona's father was still alive, he praised his reputation as a person who could equal an army of [-] soldiers.

People from all over the world call it "Esman's Thunder"!

The posture in front of him was too obvious, the Sultan was about to unleash her thunder.

But the warnings of Constantine XI turned a deaf ear to the steppe horse archers.

Who knows what you old boy are talking about?

Norma can’t understand what she said.

"Huh?" Shu Yichao noticed that the Osman army, which had been shaken just now, seemed to be regaining its composure.

Moreover, it seems that there are still shouts from time to time in the military formation.

"Bayed, Bayed!"

The shirtless burly man galloped through the military formation on a war horse. Wherever he went, it was like Moses parting the sea. All the Osman warriors spontaneously made way for him.

They banged their shields, waved flags, cheered and welcomed Osman's thunder - many of them had grown up listening to the legend of Bayed.

Bayed came to the front of the battle and looked at Mumona with his ferocious face covered in scars.

Mumona looked at him and nodded.

"Bang -" The huge battle ax hit the ground, smoke and dust flew wildly, and the rich sound went straight into the sky.

"Dedicate this great victory to the messenger of the true God, the great Sultan!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Bayed!"

"God bless you!"

"Long live the Sultan!"

The 10,000+ Osman army roared wildly, and the tsunami-like sound scared away the birds and dispersed the clouds. Even the Western Wall rustled in front of the sound.

Grabbing the battle ax, Bayed rushed towards Shu Yichao amidst the cheers of everyone's expectations.

[Hey, host, another key figure appears. 】

System 12345 said.

[I looked at the information, eh, it’s Bayed, the number one warrior under Mumona’s command, Osman’s Thunder. 】

[This requires a good relationship. 】

[Host, I think you can definitely prepare a generous gift. 】

[Then tell Bayed that you want to be his teacher and learn martial arts. 】

The abacus of System 12345 was making a loud noise.

[With the help of this system, host, you will definitely make rapid progress, and you will definitely be favored by Bayed. 】

[With such an important minister as your guarantee for the host, there is no need to worry about being unable to gain a foothold in Mumona's court? 】

[What do you think of my suggestion? 】

【Isn’t it great? 】

"Wow——" Shu Yichao's eyes lit up.

"Nice horse!" he blurted.

The war horse ridden by the general opposite was huge, with shiny fur, majestic and extraordinary—

Compared with the horse on the opposite side, the 250-speed horse that Shu Yichao is currently riding immediately loses its appeal.

No, the horse on the opposite side is obviously my horse!

Shu Yichao, who couldn't wait to lead his horse back, immediately accelerated, his elite scimitar emitting a cold light in the smoke.

"Hiss—" Constantine XI covered his chest.

Khitan Batulu fought against Osman Thunder. He was nervous and scared at the same time. His heart was pounding and almost jumped out of his chest. His breathing seemed so difficult at this moment.

It's just unbearable.

Next to him, Mrs. Marty was not much better. Her feet were weak and she barely managed to avoid falling by pressing her body on the buttresses of the city wall.

"Boom-"

Shu Yichao and Bayad passed by each other.

Whether they were Osmans, Norma people, or people from other countries or city-states... everyone could not help but hold their breath and stare wide-eyed.

Who, who won?

excited.

curious.

fear.

Worry.

All kinds of emotions permeated the battlefield, stimulating everyone's nerves crazily.

With 10,000+ people watching, the two people in the center of the battlefield adjusted their horses at the same time and made a charging posture again.

first round.

No winner!

"hiss--"

"call--"

The sounds of inhalation, exhalation, and sighs came and went, touching the hearts of everyone present.

Charge, swords and axes clashed, and the two sides fought again.

"boom--"

Stop and turn around again.

second round.

Still undefeated.

Shu Yichao and Bayed had only fought for two rounds, and no one had won. However, dozens of people on both sides who were watching the battle were so excited that they fainted...

However, after three rounds, a turning point occurred.

There was a burst of exclamation.

The movement of the Osmans beating their shields slowed down, and the cheers subsided, replaced by a cry of fear and fear.

Because in full view of everyone, Bayad, who was passing by Shu Yichao on the wrong horse, was clearly shaking visible to the naked eye.