The injustice system and the war-mad me

"But in just one day, except for a few people who escaped, the entire Potuanian army was wiped out——"

"The King of Bothuania and the leader of the Holy Knights were both killed by the Khitan Caesar Formation."

Finally, the confidant said sadly.

"Bothuania, I'm afraid the country will be destroyed now."

"It has only been more than a month since the Khitan Caesar sent troops."

Including the time for information exchange, wouldn't it be possible for Bothuania to be defeated by Shu Yichao in just one month?

"A powerful country perished just like that..."

"Your Majesty the Pope, you are right..."

The confidant said: "That guy is the enemy of the Lord."

"Hey, I guess this is the Lord's ultimate test for us." The Pope sighed stiffly and then said.

"You continue to contact those monarchs."

"Please make sure they come to the Eternal City..."

"I have to explain to them the great significance of this jihad in person."

“Only in this way can we restore the Lord’s high expectations for us.”

"Your will, Your Majesty." The confidant bowed and slowly exited the room.

After the confidants exited, the Pope slowly lay down on the chair and closed his eyes as if extremely tired.

However, the next second, his eyes suddenly widened.

"No, I just..."

"Those words—damn!"

“The devil’s got me—ah!”

"Ding ding ding."

"Ding ding ding."

At this moment, a slow ringing of bells suddenly sounded in the glorious church.

The ringing was melodious, echoing in the glorious cathedral, but it seemed to come from the sky, insubstantial and out of bounds.

The pope's eyes turned white, his old body began to tremble, and he made a painful sound of "ho ho" from his mouth, as if he was having an epilepsy, and as if something was occupying his soul.

After a while, the Pope stopped moving and the glorious cathedral returned to calm.

"Humph." Only then did a young woman's chuckle come from the depths of the church.

"Oops."

"Stupid old man."

“You just have to remember the sermon.”

“You don’t have to think so much about what you have and what you don’t have.”

"Tread, step." Following the sound of the scepter hitting the floor, a figure gradually emerged from the shadows.

It was an extremely tall and strong woman, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a magnificent crown studded with gems on her head.

She held a golden scepter in one hand and a golden ball in the other. The golden ball was dotted with bells that were tinkling at the moment.

"God's whip." The woman raised her head and looked into the distance.

"What an arrogant statement."

"I want to see if you can afford such a prestigious reputation."

Poland.

Another castle stood in front of Shu Yichao.

But at this moment, the people on the city wall had no desire to fight to the death and were all trembling.

The king is dead.

Together with [-] troops.

Cassiavia is dead.

Together with the Paladin Legion.

The two pillars of the country were suddenly gone——

For everyone, this is nothing less than the sky falling and the earth falling.

But it wasn't over yet when the sky fell, because immediately a flood called "Unsubmissive King Transformation" began to sweep across the grassland.

Shu Yichao led his terrifying legion and began to clean up every castle and city belonging to Pothuania, killing every noble and knight he saw.

The battle must be won, the attack must be captured——

Oh God!

Why would you impose such a punishment?

After 200 years, God's whip has once again descended on the world.

Is it because we are not religious enough that we offend you?

Everyone on the city wall was crying bitterly.

However, the reason why Shu Yichao is actually dyed everywhere——

"Sometimes this mechanism is really bullshit."

"Everyone in the royal family is dead..." Shu Yichao was speechless for a while: "It's not considered the country has been subjugated?"

In the eyes of other monarchs, Pothuania was completely finished.

But the mechanism judgment of the alien beacon——

This country is not finished as long as there is one city that has not surrendered, or there is still one nobleman who can inherit the throne.

So Shu Yichao, who was extremely depressed, could only lead his team to continue cleaning up the territory of Bothuania, trying to hang every noble.

Then all of Pothuania was in despair.

People could only hide in the castle with fear, praying that they would not become Shu Yichao's next target.

It is said that in some cities now, people have already written their wills when they go out in the morning, and then say goodbye to their families in tears.

Then they walked up to the city wall cautiously and acted as soldiers guarding the city. From time to time, they would specially lean on the city wall to look out——

Look to see if there is a bloody double-headed eagle flag or a shining silver armored paladin in the distance.

If he didn't show up, he would have a party when he got home in the evening to celebrate that he had lived another day.

Today, there is no doubt that this is the time when this castle will be completely destroyed.

Just as everyone was holding their hands and crying, a man roared under the city wall.

"Step aside!"

"Get out of the way!"

"I want to see your lord, see your lord!"

The weeping soldiers were unaware of the situation and were rushed up the city wall by him.

"Erotic?" The lord wiped away his tears.

"What are you doing here?"

"I know that you are a poor, stinky, horse-trading boy. You are a bit handsome, but you are a little confused with my daughter."

"But now -" Death was approaching, and the lord was so despondent that he was too lazy to beat the mandarin ducks.

"If you want to see her, go and see her."

"Anyway, we will all be killed by the Khitans together."

"Lord." The young man who rushed up took a breath and said, "They are not Khitans!"

"They are Seris!"

“Those who fled were told by their leaders who had learned the whip of God.”

"I have heard some words..."

"My former master was a Mongol, and he told me this."

"One of the most common reasons Seris people use when fighting is that they don't obey the king."

Looking at the lord's dazed eyes, the young man knew that he couldn't explain clearly to the other party.

"Anyway, lord."

The young man said hurriedly: "I have a way to make everyone survive!"

There was surprise all around.

"You?" The lord didn't believe it: "Are you just a hawker selling horses everywhere?"

"The whip of God knows how to kill anyone who crosses the wheel. It doesn't even work to surrender."

"You're going to die anyway." The young man also risked his life: "Then why doesn't the lord let me give it a try?"

"Maybe it will work?"

"..."

"……All right."

So, when Shu Yichao led his army to the outside of the castle, he saw the city gate being opened.

Then a group of people came out.

The leader was a young man, holding a plate in his hand containing seals, swords and other strange things.

Behind him was a tied-up middle-aged man, and a group of people behind him dragged a coffin with a white flag.

"..."

Why do I have a strange feeling of déjà vu?

Shu Yichao looked at the group of people in front of him and felt something was strange.

Then, he heard the young man opposite shouting loudly and using less standard words.

"I'm waiting for Jiu Mu Wanghua."

"I'm here to ask for surrender!"

"Yo." Seeing the colors on the mini-map changing, Shu Yichao exclaimed: "There are still people who will surrender?"

"I thought we were all going to defend the city wall until we die of old age."

When Shu Yichao accepted the surrender, the young man who was sweating was relieved.

Master, thank you so much.

With tears in his eyes, he touched the bag, only half of the book was left, and it was almost torn.

There are still a few words written on the cover of the book.

Roughly three, something, acting or something.

News of the successful surrender of the castle spread quickly throughout the land.

The lord was surprised to find——

Many people who had lost contact with each other seemed to have a sharp memory overnight, and they wrote to him describing their friendship back then.

Many relatives who were beyond reach also remembered him, a blood relative whom they had not contacted for a long time, and wrote to him to inquire about his welfare.

Even the great nobles who had never looked at him in the past sent people to care about the harvest of his fiefdom——

After various greetings, they basically all meant the same thing.

For the sake of the Lord, be sure to give your brother a hand.

We have also admired Wang Hua for a long time!