The injustice system and the war-mad me

"……His Majesty?"

Constantine XI looked at the soldier who reminded him with a look of despair.

"You still dare to come and charge into the battle!?" Mumona felt that she couldn't bear it anymore.

These Khitans simply don't take the Osman warriors seriously!

"Send the order down."

"Who can behead that Khitan man!"

"I will make whoever is the governor of the Balkans!"

Mumona roared.

"Come on!"

"Kill him!" The Osman soldiers were greatly stimulated by such a huge reward, and they shouted and went to kill him.

"Support the Sacrifice King!" Even now, the Norma people do not have the courage to go out of the city to fight in the field. However, the huddled Osman army is the best target for bows and arrows.

So soon the Osmans discovered in despair——

If they formed a dispersing formation, they would be taken away by Shu Yi's wave.

If they formed a dense formation, they would have to endure the rain of arrows like locusts and the bombardment of artillery like heavy rain.

If they ignore Shu Yichao and attack the city wall, they will be attacked from both sides after the opponent has finished dealing with their own friendly forces.

But if Shu Yichao is dealt with first, even if waves of warriors rush forward one after another, there will be no hope of victory.

"Khitan people, won't they be tired?"

someone lamented.

The Khitans on the opposite side, especially the coach, seemed to be tireless at all and just kept slashing and shooting——

They went wherever there were many people, killing from the south of the city to the north of the city, and then from the north to the south of the city. Everywhere they went there was bloodshed.

Osman's army collapsed again. After leaving thousands of corpses behind, they fled to the rear without wearing their armor—

Even if the supervising team killed dozens of deserters, they could not muster the courage to re-enter the battlefield.

"Sultan, would you like to..."

Tens of thousands of people were beaten to death by hundreds of others. Such a bleak battle situation finally made a general unable to help but give advice.

"Deploy the Janissaries?"

The Yenicheri, also known as the New Army, is the elite standing army most trusted by Sultan Osman, basically equivalent to the former Praetorian Guard of the Norma Empire.

The members of the new army were forcibly selected from the pagans under the Ottoman Empire, and were recruited into the army after undergoing military training and cultural assimilation.

Since he had lived with the Sudan since childhood and was instilled with the concept of loyalty to the Sudan and was not allowed to get married, the new army saw nothing but the Sudan and firmly believed in everything the Sudan said.

Such a thoroughly brainwashed army is naturally extremely ferocious in fighting and regards death as a threat. It is definitely a super trump card in the hands of the Sultan.

In the opinion of the Osman general, the war situation was so unfavorable that only by letting Yenicheri join the battle could the situation be reversed.

"..." After a moment of silence, Mumona looked at Shu Yichao showing off his power under the city wall, shook his head firmly and said.

"not the right time yet."

As a commander, Mumona knows how to seize victory.

An ace like Jenichery must enter the battle at the most critical moment to make the final decision.

However, Constantinople still has some remaining strength and is far from exhausted.

What's more, Mumona sadly discovered that with the fighting power currently displayed by the Khitans, even the most elite Yeniceri could not compare with them.

Investing in trump cards at this time will only make you lose all your chips.

"Withdraw the troops and fight again tomorrow."

..............................

late at night.

Within Mumona's royal tent.

Ignoring the killing cries of the Khitan people's daily night raids several kilometers away, Mumona leaned over a huge square table and carefully looked at the model of Constantinople.

The table bank is filled with layers of maps, sandboxes and models - all carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen based on spies' intelligence.

On it, the pattern, dimensions, and plan of the fortress, every high slope, every depression, and the course of every river before and after the city wall were clearly visible.

Over the past few years, Mumona has carefully studied every detail of Constantinople and knows it like the back of her hand.

Now, she dug out these things again, thought hard, and repeatedly reviewed the attack plan. Countless sketches were drawn one by one and discarded one by one...

Gradually, a fanciful plan was sketched out.

"Call the pasha and the emirs."

She called the messenger, her eyes sparkling.

“It’s time to look into dryland paddling.”

Chapter 22 - I’m lonely

Under the cover of darkness.

Logs were placed on the ground one after another, and countless slaves, craftsmen, and laborers came forward with buckets of grease and smeared it on the logs.

In the sparkling waves, a huge Osman warship quietly approached the shore.

Then a large number of ropes were put down on the Osman warship, and the people around who had been waiting for a long time gathered around, grabbed the ropes, or tied them to livestock or slaves.

Accompanied by the sound of trumpets one after another, everyone worked hard together, and the battleship was slowly and bit by bit moved to the shore, and "driving" slowly on the shore with the help of logs.

"It's really possible..."

Osman's naval commander, Batoru Pasha, stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence.

When Mumona finished telling her plan, quite a few Osman generals thought it was simply whimsical.

Using a road made of logs, the Osman warship was dragged from land, bypassing the iron cables of the Golden Horn, and directly entering the Golden Horn, thereby truly surrounding Constantinople by land and water.

And forced it to divide its troops on the frontal battlefield in order to weaken its defense power.

Your Majesty, why are you just daydreaming?

However, Mumona defied all opinions and insisted on her subordinates to implement her plan.

Batoru, who had almost lost his life before, could only bite the bullet and follow Mumona's instructions.

Then, such a ridiculous and bizarre plan actually succeeded.

Watching the Osman warships moving slowly on land one after another, Batoru felt that all his experience in the first half of his life had been shattered.

Do I really understand the navy?

The general who spent half his life in the military fell into deep self-doubt.

"General, what are you waiting for?" Momona said reservedly when she saw Batoru's jaw dropped.

"Hurry and sail the warship into the Golden Horn."

"Yes, Sultan." Batoru lowered his head.

"Wow!" When the first battleship slid into the sea and floated safely on it, all the Osman soldiers couldn't help but let out a low cheer.

They kept up their efforts, and one warship after another sailed into the Golden Horn. After half a night, they had transported thirty to fifty warships.

"Hmph, when they wake up tomorrow morning, the poor pagans will find that there is a huge fleet in the back garden where they thought they were safe."

Batoru looked at the increasingly larger fleet in the Golden Horn with confidence.

"I wonder how panicked they must have been at that time."

"Well." Mumona was also thinking: "In this case, the pagan emperor will have to divide his troops."

"Constantinople only has a total of five to six thousand defenders."

"Once the troops are divided, the numbers they have stationed at the Western Wall will be extremely pitiful."

"No matter how brave the Khitan people are, they can't protect all the city walls."

"Huh?" An Osman officer who was directing the trackers to pull the battleship looked up at the sky.

He seemed to hear a "whoosh" sound.

However, there were no birds or bats in the dark night sky, only one flickering light after another.

"what is that?"

Officer Osman tilted his head: "Meteor?"

The glimmer of light gradually enlarged and turned into balls of burning flames.

"No!" Officer Osman was shocked: "It's an arrow!"

"Rocket!"

"Whoosh whoosh!!"

The rain of arrows suddenly fell, blood splashed, and wailing was everywhere.

Then, from the dark night, a fierce cavalry suddenly burst out.

Officer Osman recognized the leader, and it turned out to be the Khitan Batulu!

"Khitan!"

"They are Khitan people!!"

"Hahaha!!" Shu Yichao held a bent bow and fired arrows without missing a beat, running rampantly as if there was no one in the land.

“Dry land boating is indeed a classic sport.”

Shu Yichao, who has known for a long time that there is a problem in history, will certainly not ignore such an obvious flaw.

In fact, in the past few days, he had been observing the movements here in the Golden Horn, and was ready to come over at any time to have close contact with the Osman people and mingle with them.

Therefore, when he discovered that there were a large number of Osman warships gathered on the small map tonight, he gave up the night attack plan without hesitation and turned to this side.

Of course, he also understands the principle of half-crossing attack.

Shu Yichao waited patiently until the Osman warship was almost halfway transported before suddenly getting out and launching a surprise attack.

Now the Osmans were in bad luck.

In order to transport the warship, they were already exhausted, and many of them had their hands bruised and dripping with blood.

Moreover, when pulling the ship, they did not consider that there would be a battle, so a large number of people did not carry weapons at all.

Even Mumona didn’t expect to be attacked——

The Golden Horn is located northeast of Constantinople. It is not as vast as the Thracian plains and cannot hide an ambush at all.

Besides, it’s not like I haven’t scouted this place before. There wasn’t even a mouse. Why did so many cavalry suddenly appear?

There is no such thing as cheating.

The natural result is that it collapses immediately.

Shu Yichao massacred the Osmans and set fires along the way. The greased logs became the best fuel at this moment, and the warships on the logs burned together.

Suddenly, shouts of killing, cries, and crackling flames resounded throughout the world.

Seeing that familiar figure destroying all her plans again, Mumona felt that her feet were getting weak.

"It looks like there's an officer over there?"

Shu Yichao, who had been charging for a while, naturally noticed the large number of senior generals and elite guards surrounding Mumona.

"Kill!" So he led the team to kill Mumona without thinking.

"Behead the general and capture the flag!"

"Your Majesty, leave quickly!" Seeing Shu Yichao rushing over with murderous intent, Batoru was frightened to death.

"I'm coming to the Empress!"

"Damn it -" Mumona bit her thin lips, thinking frantically about whether there was any way to break the situation.