The injustice system and the war-mad me

The sound of gasping for breath came one after another.

No way.

Not really.

really.

Could it be that……

Under the worried eyes of the Osmans, Bayad finally stabilized his figure.

But the haze has quietly infected the hearts of every Osman.

"Huh, huh, huh--" The hot air stung his nose, sticky sweat soaked Bayed's back, and his hand holding the battle ax was trembling.

"My God, what kind of monster is this?"

Before the fight, Osman's Thunder simply believed that the opponent was just another scratch on his credit book.

After two or three rounds of fighting, Bayed didn't think so at all.

Regardless of the strength, speed, or the ruthlessness of the attack, he was completely suppressed!

"This, this is the Khitan?"

He turned his horse and muttered to himself.

For the first time in his life, he knew that he could also feel fear.

"The attack seems to be 90?" Shu Yichao clicked his tongue and commented on Bayed based on the quality of the troops he had formed in the game before.

"Cargo Cavalry?"

"No, he has no armor."

Shu Yichao glanced at Bayed's breast goggles and finally came to a conclusion.

"I understand, they are experienced barbarian tribal cavalry."

Referred to as mounted cannon fodder.

"It's such a good horse that's been blinded for nothing."

"It's time to end."

"..." The hairs on his hair stood on end, and the feeling of being targeted by a deadly beast surged into Bayad's heart.

A brave general with thirty years of military service, Osman's Thunder suddenly had the idea of ​​​​escape.

joke?

How could I escape?

I absolutely can't run away either!

"Ahhhh!!!" Either to cheer himself up or out of fear, Bayad changed from his calm demeanor and roared, swinging his ax and rushing towards Shu Yichao first.

Shu Yichao met the challenge without ceremony.

But just when the two sides were about to collide, in the eyes of everyone in disbelief, Shu Yichao jumped up from his horse, took a void step, and pointed his scimitar directly at Bayed.

"Shh-"

Blood splattered into the sky.

Shu Yichao kicked the headless corpse into the dust, and then landed on the tall horse that he had coveted for a long time.

"Hahahahaha!!"

While touching the horse, he laughed loudly: "It's a huge profit! It's a huge profit!"

"A 300-speed heavy-duty horse!"

"Ahhhhh!!!" The defenders on the Western Wall were already going crazy. They were howling, singing, making noises, hugging, jumping up and down, waving flags, beating shields, and weeping with joy.

Osman's thunder is shattered today!

On the contrary, Osman's army fell into a dead silence.

[Host, what have you done again! ? 】

[Bayed’s favorability towards you has been cleared immediately. 】

[How many times has this happened? 】

[Every time, the level of attention increases, and as it increases, it suddenly clears out. 】

System 12345 is very puzzled and completely confused.

[Did you do something to offend Bayad? 】

Chapter 17 - Let’s just say the main plot has been pushed or not.

When Osman's thunder was annihilated, all Osman people were extremely frightened and at a loss.

Even Mumona's mind was blank.

She never expected that a veteran of three dynasties and the most courageous person in the Osman army would be lost in a place like this.

However, she also knew very well that now was not the time to be in a daze.

"Hmm." After biting her tongue hard and tasting a little sweetness, Mumona roared loudly.

"Osman's warriors, avenge the old general!"

"Kill!"

"Ahhhh!!" At this moment, Osman's army, which was still in shock, just woke up.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky——

I saw thousands of elite Osman cavalry who had already lined up, holding bright red flags, and charging towards Shu Yichao in a mighty manner.

Mumona did not order all the soldiers to attack - most of them were not ready for battle yet. If they were to go into battle, they would become living targets for the Norma people on the Western Wall.

Therefore, we can only send out elite cavalry to regain the place and retrieve the old general's body.

However, she didn't know that this approach was actually even stupider.

"Only more than 1000 people? Who are you looking down on!"

Shu Yichao didn't need to say anything. The grassland archers lined up behind the wall swarmed in and launched a countercharge under the leadership of Shu Yichao.

"Bang!" It was as if two torrents collided violently, and the splashed dust made the earth tremble.

"what……"

Mumona, who climbed to the heights, looked at the cavalry brigade that collided with each other in shock.

At this moment, the quality gap between the two sides' troops was clearly demonstrated——

In the moment of the confrontation, more than 100 Osman cavalrymen fell on their backs, while on Shu Yichao's side, only a dozen fell.

After the close combat began, this gap was further widened.

Although the armor and defense of the two are almost the same, the Osman cavalry's kills are generally no more than twenty or thirty, while the grassland archers often kill more than seventy.

But how can the Osman cavalry, which attacks and defends in their [-]s and [-]s, be a match for the prairie horse archers whose attack reaches more than [-] points?

Not to mention that the grassland archers were still led by Shu Yichao.

He only had to hold his scimitar across his body and gallop his horse, and the Osman cavalry would fall down wherever they passed, like wheat being cut down in the farmland.

"Jihadists are like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun..."

Someone said with a shudder.

collapsed.

After several fights, Osman's elite cavalry collapsed completely when they found that their friendly forces were being swept away like fallen leaves by the autumn wind.

They had long forgotten that they were fierce prairie warriors. They only knew how to throw away their helmets and armour, and fled towards their own battle formation in panic.

No matter how the generals shouted, no matter how frantically the Khitans chased and killed them, they only knew how to run away without looking back.

Then, all the Osman soldiers saw a scene that made them extremely frustrated.

The grassland warriors who used to come and go like the wind were actually chased like lost dogs by the Khitans who were far outnumbered by them.

"Fire arrows!" Seeing that the Khitans were almost chasing into their own formation, the Osmans had no choice but to bend their bows and shoot arrows, forcing the Khitans to retreat with a dense rain of arrows.

"Stop!" Shu Yichao chased for a while, then retreated back with the prairie horse archers.

It is difficult for the cavalry to chase them. If they continue to chase, they will catch up with Osman's army.

Although Shu Yichao was very crazy, he still felt that with three hundred cavalry, he was still in a slight decline against an army of 20.

"Long live!"

"Long live the Khitan!"

When he returned victorious, the whole city cheered for the hero who had thwarted Osman's spirit.

They swarmed on both sides of the street, squeezing the entire road to the brim, showering flowers and fine wine on Shu Yichao and his "Khitan cavalry" as if they were free of charge.

And when the crazy Patriarch, who had somehow escaped from the church, appeared on the street, the atmosphere was completely raised to the sky.

"You are here."

"You are finally here!"

shouted the Patriarch, leaning on his cane.

"The Priest King of the East!"

"The invincible commander!"

"Hope to save the empire!"

Many people recognized the patriarch, and at the same time suddenly remembered the prophecy that had been circulating for a long time.

Will the priest king of the East save the empire in the future?

Lord, is this the revelation you have given to us devout believers?

I don’t know who spoke first. People waved their arms in frenzy and chanted over and over again.

"Sacrifice King!"

"Sacrifice King!"

Although Shu Yichao didn't understand what they said, it didn't stop him from nodding and saying that's it...

So he also smiled and waved at the Norma people.

As a result, coupled with the talent of [Overwhelming the Country and the City], the enthusiasm in the city of Constantinople was completely ignited!

The shouts go up to the sky, down to the underworld, and resound through the clouds!

"Hey, it seems that we got through today." Constantine XI sighed in the crowd.

Although he was very conservative and only said that he had defended the city on the first day, he couldn't help but reveal a long-lost smile on his face.

Compared with the high morale and constant cheers in the city of Constantine, the Osman military camp was gloomy and gloomy.

The enemy came single-handedly to provoke him. As a result, his best warrior was beheaded and only the headless corpse was recovered. A cavalry brigade of a thousand people was hacked to death and injured more than [-] people in just a short moment...

Mumona knew that she could not let the Osman army forcefully attack the city today when their morale was completely gone.

Therefore, the troops could only be sent back to camp in a hurry to wait for another battle tomorrow.

However, she couldn't do nothing.

At least, you have to find a way to boost the morale of the army.

"I'm still too young after all." Mumona, who had been sitting alone in her royal tent for several hours, sighed.

"I never expected that the Khitans would be as brave as the legend says."

"Where did that pagan emperor get such powerful reinforcements to serve as his secret weapon?"

She was puzzled.

"Fortunately, I also have a secret weapon -" Mumona said to herself.

At this time, the voice of the messenger came from outside the imperial tent.