The injustice system and the war-mad me

But unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the more blank her mind became.

Instead, the consequences of failure kept washing over her thoughts.

You know, once the plan fails, it is not just as simple as losing some manpower.

Half of the warships have now sailed into the Golden Horn. If they are left alone, all of these warships will be destroyed.

Osman's navy was not strong to begin with. If he lost half his manpower, Constantinople's maritime blockade would be completely bankrupt.

A majestic city that could receive a steady stream of outside aid, coupled with a group of extremely fierce warriors, Mumona really didn't know how to break it.

"Your Majesty!" Batoru looked at the guards who were the first to come forward. In the blink of an eye, they were hacked to death by Shu Yichao, making them even more anxious.

"You are the messenger of the true God and the hope of the empire. Nothing should happen to you!"

"Your Majesty, please leave quickly."

Batoru knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head desperately. In an instant, there was blood dripping on his forehead.

"..." Mumona closed her eyes, and a few unwilling tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

After opening her eyes, she regained her former composure and indifference.

"Let's go!" She gritted her teeth, then took off her gorgeous robe, took off the eye-catching crown on her head, and left in a hurry on horseback under the protection of her personal guards.

"Huh--" Batoru was relieved when he saw the Sudan go away. Then he pulled out his scimitar and pointed at Shu Yichao.

"Othman warriors, the time has come to sacrifice your lives for the Sultan!"

"Come with me!"

Batoru rushed forward with the last guard, but in just a moment, he was submerged by the rolling torrent.

Chapter 23 - Sleepless Night

[Hey, host, you seem to have met a big shot again. 】

System 12345 yawned, then shouted in surprise.

[Let me see, Batoru Pasha, the Admiral of the Imperial Navy, and Mumona’s most trusted right-hand man. 】

[Host, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get close to me. 】

"It seems like we caught a high official."

Shu Yichao said this when the grassland archers grabbed Batoru and escorted him to Shu Yichao.

After all, the armor Batoru wears is of good quality, and the robe he wears is also extremely valuable.

"Hmph." Batoru snorted coldly and said with a pinched neck: "Khitan people, don't think you have won."

"You just achieved a trivial victory through a small oversight by the Sultan."

"The Sultan's army can fill the sea if one man grabs a bunch of reeds and throws it into the sea."

"And these people you brought, if every one of them dies, one will be missing. How can they withstand the Sultan's endless army?"

"If you had recognized the situation earlier and surrendered obediently, maybe the kind Sultan would have forgiven you."

"What are you mumbling about?" Shu Yichao said that Osman could not understand what he said: "Hey, can you afford the ransom?"

[Host, I found a problem. 】

System 12345 said with some worry.

[Batoru’s attitude towards you is not very good. 】

【This is terrible. 】

[He is the Queen's naval commander and an important minister of the court. If he doesn't like you...]

System 12345 shivered.

[Doesn’t that mean that you, the host, are going to be in trouble? 】

[This kind of person is very dirty. If you, the host, are not careful, you might be gone. 】

[By the way, it’s still night time. 】

[Hiss - It’s scary to think about it, host, please find a way to escape! 】

System 12345 screamed.

【You are in danger now! 】

"Tsk, what an iron rooster." Although he couldn't understand the words, Shu Yichao also concluded from Batoru's expression that the other party didn't really want to pay the ransom.

"I don't even give you money to buy my life. Grandet is so generous and generous in front of you."

Shu Yichao waved his hand: "Cut it off."

"Crack-"

【Oooo! ! 】

[Host host, Batoru’s favorability towards you has been cleared! 】

【Too dangerous! 】

[Host, how are you doing? 】

【How are you? 】

【It’s okay. 】

"The things on land are almost done." Shu Yichao shook off the scimitar in his hand and turned his attention to the Osman fleet in chaos on the Golden Horn Bay.

"Next, it's the sea's turn."

"huh huh huh huh."

[You have gained a new talent, choose it or not. ]

"Hey, is this an upgrade?"

Shu Yichao scratched his head: "The Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Supreme Laojun Tathagata Buddha, Qitian Great Sage... bless me."

"Well, money is a little tight right now."

"I will definitely make up for the tributes and incense next time."

He pressed the OK button on the screen.

[You have obtained the talent "Night Fighter"]

[March speed at night +15%, troop vision at night +20%]

"Hey, that's good." Shu Yichao's eyes lit up: "You can run faster and see further at night..."

"Ok?"

On the rolling seas, a fleet was approaching in the wind and waves, with the double-headed eagle flag hanging on the leading warship.

It was surprisingly the Norma battleship led by Constantine XI himself.

Obviously, Shu Yichao's attack on Osman's fleet was also discovered by the defenders of Constantinople.

Constantine XI, who knew that there must be no loss in the Golden Horn, personally led a team to support Shu Yichao, pointing his sword directly at the Osman fleet in chaos.

However, Shu Yichao did not feel that they were here to support him.

"Damn it! Here comes the head-stealer!"

"Brothers, hurry up!"

"Otherwise I won't be able to drink the soup later!"

After thinking about it for a while, Shu Yichao felt that his dozens of people might be at a slight disadvantage if they were to compete with the more than 20 warships on the opposite side.

So he unceremoniously opened his personal interface and ordered the grassland archers in the city to come immediately.

Well, quantum transmission, real-time interaction, the command system of Alien Beacon is so wild.

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"The great king."

The messenger was lying on the ground, reporting heart-pulmonary arrest news one after another.

"Unfortunately, we lost a total of 63 warships and more than [-] men last night."

"Although the warriors stranded in the Golden Horn fought bravely under the inspiration of the true God, they were ultimately unable to withstand the siege of the shameless heretics and the entire army was wiped out."

"Except for a few warships that were scuttled by the warriors, the rest have fallen into the hands of the infidels."

"The cruel Khitans left no prisoners behind."

"They beheaded every warrior and stacked them into a pyramid to show off their power to us."

"After Batoru Pasha fought bravely, he was summoned by the true God and left."

"His banner, shirt, and head are now hung on the top of the Western Wall - those hateful Norma people are holding those things to provoke us by desecrating a warrior..."

One by one, each one seemed to be stabbing Mumona in the heart.

Her hands were clenched tightly where no one could see her, and veins popped out.

"Any more?"

Mumona said calmly.

As if he could feel the volcano erupting under the ice, the messenger lay trembling on the ground, no longer daring to speak.

"Great King, King..."

He whimpered inarticulately.

"Go out." After a long silence, Mumona suddenly said.

"..." The messenger lay on the ground blankly, not daring to move.

"I said, get out."

Mumona said.

"I'm going to rest."

The envoy hurriedly escaped from the imperial tent as if he had received an amnesty.

Mumona stood up slowly, walked slowly to her back tent, and then lay down on the bed without even taking off her clothes and shoes.

"A temporary setback doesn't mean anything."

she said to herself.

"Momona, what you need to do now is to have a good rest."

"Then in the next battle, we will make good use of our opportunities."

"You still have 10,000+ troops, and Western aid won't arrive for a while. The chance of winning is still very high."

"A true wise man must clear away the fog from the decline and see the truth clearly."

"Rest, Momona."

"Forget about the Khitans and all that."

Gradually, there was no sound in the back tent, and it seemed that the Sultan had fallen into a deep sleep.

two hours later.

Mumona opened her blood-red eyes and gritted her teeth and said, "Khitan people!"

"You damn Khitans!"

"Damn it!!!"

[Hey, host, you seem to have distanced yourself from Batoru? 】

[Phew—it’s safe, it’s safe now. 】

[Hey, that’s really weird. 】

System 12345 discovered a special situation again.

[Momona’s feelings for you, the host, have inexplicably increased to the point where she can’t sleep at night. 】