The injustice system and the war-mad me

They roared, howled, roared, fell down one after another, and rushed forward one after another.

However, no matter how bloody they fought, the short distance of twenty steps was like a chasm.

Finally, the rain of arrows stopped.

At this time, everyone in Mumona was stupid.

Twenty steps away, hundreds of Osman's most elite warriors were lying prostrate. The gurgling blood formed a stream on the ground, dyeing all the ground nearby red.

Mumona can even call many of them by name and know their hobbies.

But now, everyone is gone.

Several hundred Yenicheris placed on the frontal battlefield are enough to defeat tens of thousands of rabble.

However, after paying such heavy casualties, the new army could not even touch the clothes of the elite horse archers.

"Come on." Shu Yichao waved his hand.

The elite archers silently raised their spears, and the dense steel forest surrounded the Osmans from all directions.

Then, he ran over.

Their attack is simple and deadly. They just grab the spear and repeatedly thrust, withdraw, stab, and withdraw again.

The new army tried to fight back, but in front of the powerful elite horse archers, the fierce warriors were like young children.

They could only watch helplessly as the blood-stained spear pierced their own chests, the abdomens of their companions, and the throats of their officers firmly and decisively...

Occasionally, a few brave warriors were able to open a gap, but they were helpless against the armor of the elite horse archers with a defense of up to 60%, and were immediately cut down by the elite horse archers in the back row.

The new army wailed, screamed, moaned, and even begged for mercy, but to no avail——

"Finally calm."

Throwing away the lance in his hand that was so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold it, Shu Yichao casually picked up a relatively clean white felt hat to wipe his hands, and walked towards the only person in Osman's army who was still standing at this moment.

Broken limbs, broken arms, mountains of corpses, seas of blood, rivers of blood...

In a daze, Mumona seemed to feel that she was in a slaughterhouse, and that she and the soldiers under her command were just livestock waiting to be slaughtered one after another.

Thousands of new troops were all slaughtered in this way.

Seeing the Khitan leader walking towards her, Mumona gave a bitter smile.

I was captured.

All ambitions and ambitions disappeared at this moment.

Lowering his head and holding his gem-encrusted scimitar with both hands, Mumona said.

"Dear Khitan Batulu, you win."

"The Khitan people are truly the most powerful warriors in the world according to legend."

"I am convinced that I lost."

"The Sultan of Osman, I beg you to surrender."

"I hope you can show me the decency as a king and give me proper treatment during my captivity."

"As a thank you, I will give you anything that satisfies you, whether it is gold, treasures, beauties, or..."

[Hey, host, what’s going on? 】

[Mumona was obviously so excited just now, why is she calming down now? 】

【What did you do again? 】

【Obviously success is right in front of you. 】

Thinking of the previous experience, System 12345 couldn't help but feel that this scene looked familiar.

Hasn't it been like this many times before?

All previous efforts were wasted at the critical moment.

[No, host, you must be careful now. 】

[Don’t pay attention, just...]

[Mumona is a dangerous queen. She is extremely powerful and ruthless. She kills people without blinking an eye. 】

[If you offend her, host, you won’t get any good results. 】

[This is the Middle Ages where human rights are not respected. If Mumona wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as crushing an ant...]

"Shh-"

Blood splattered.

"Hey." Shu Yichao put away his scimitar and said unexpectedly.

"This guy is quite proactive."

"Know how to stick your head out and let me chop it off."

"Hey - you guys, hang her head on the flagpole of the city wall."

【Host! ! 】

【What happened! 】

[Didn’t I tell you to be careful? ? 】

[Momona’s favorability has been cleared! 】

【What to do? What to do? What to do……】

Thinking that his first host might be dragged out and beheaded by the Queen soon, System 12345 was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

[Host, can you run? 】

[Is there any chance to escape? 】

[Keep the green hills here, we are not afraid of running out of firewood, host, let’s run away quickly. 】

"……what?"

When Constantine XI, who was determined to die, rushed with his troops to reinforce the middle part of the city wall, he had just arrived.

What he saw was exactly the scene of the elite horse archers hanging Mumona's head on the flagpole.

Then Norma's ministers were stunned for a long time before the word "ah" popped out of their throats.

I can't be dreaming.

Didn’t I just say that the city wall was lost?

Why did it suddenly become that the Sultan of Osman died on the Western Wall?

"Your Majesty, it's her!"

People who had seen Mumona rubbed their eyes repeatedly and found that the scene in front of them had not changed, and they immediately shouted excitedly.

"It's really her!"

"It's really that devil!"

"Woooooooo, Your Majesty, we won!"

As they talked, they cried with joy.

"We won!"

Soon, the ecstatic Norma people began running to tell each other, and cheers spread from one city wall to another.

"Mumona is dead!"

"The Sultan is dead!"

"Esman was defeated!"

At first, the Osmans did not believe it. How could the noble Sultan, the messenger of the true God, die just as he said he would?

This must be a rumor made up by the Norma people to shake our will!

However, Mumona's head was hanging brightly on the city wall, and anyone with good eyesight could see it clearly.

Moreover, not long ago, the Sultan had just brushed her face in front of the Osman soldiers, and quite a few people recognized her.

Therefore, the Osmans had to admit in despair——

The Sultan is dead.

Osman was defeated.

Holy war, lost!

"Run away!"

"Our army is defeated, our army is defeated!"

"It's over, it's over, this must be the true God cursing us!"

The 10,000+ Osman army, which lost its backbone, collapsed immediately.

They threw away their armor and swords, and fled to the rear at a loss, wanting only to stay away from the battlefield.

Completely defeated, completely defeated!

Esman's army wanted to run away, but Shu Yichao refused.

"You bunch of turtles have made me spend so much money in vain, and you still want to run away!?"

"Pay back the money!"

He got on his horse, led the assembled elite horse archers, and pounced on the defeated Osmans.

"kill!"

With the blessing of the [Exhausted] talent, a head is worth a lot of money.

"Pieces of armor are not left behind!"

At the same time, the cavalry who had received Shu Yichao's assembly order a few hours ago and were originally interfering with Osman's logistics behind the Thracian plains also quietly appeared on the flanks of Osman's army.

Like a flood that broke a bank, they easily tore apart the formation of Osman's army from the flanks and swept them into pieces.

"Norma! It's time for revenge!"

Even Constantine XI, with the bravest Norma people, broke out of the city wall and joined the pursuit of death and the north.

On this day, corpses lay everywhere, bleeding and floating in the oars!

The only thing that can't figure out the situation may be a certain system.

[Yes, yes, host, that’s it! 】

System 12345 shouted.

[Run, run. 】

【The faster you run, the better! 】

【We must escape from birth! 】

Chapter 27 - Khitan Caesar

The Osman soldiers who had lost their will to fight were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Under Shu Yichao's relentless pursuit, the 10,000+ army finally fell apart and fled in all directions.

After nearly a month of siege, the battle ended with the Noma Empire's victory.

The final result was the beheading of more than [-] people, killing the enemy without any calculation. Osman's sultan, first warrior, naval commander, prime minister, as well as a large number of pashas and emirs were killed.

Mumona's own palace team was almost wiped out by Shu Yichao due to their proximity to the front line.

From Osman's military camp, a total of more than [-] pounds of gold, plus nearly [-] pounds of silver, as well as millions of spears, swords, shields, daggers, crossbows, armor, silk, cloth and clothing--

It can be said that the Sultan fell and Norma was full.

Rich loot was transported into Constantinople like flowing water, and the whole city fell into a sea of ​​joy.

When Shu Yichao regrouped his troops and returned to the city, all the residents walked out of their houses to welcome this "Khitan" man who could almost be said to have led them to victory single-handedly.