The injustice system and the war-mad me

They even scraped off the gold dust on the statues, which greatly added income to Shu Yichao's treasury.

By the way, it also made the sky in Sochia three feet taller.

After a few days of fun, I was sure that this city was already hairy and no money could be squeezed out——

"The rest is yours." Shu Yichao said to Mrs. Marty carelessly.

"Consider it a thank you for your help."

"Although you actually only provided all support except help."

"Besides, I want to buy something from you."

"Wait a minute, Khitan Batulu, do you mean to hand over this city to us?" After the exchange, Mrs. Marty was confused.

The other leaders who came together to listen to the "will" of the Khitan people were also dumbfounded.

Originally, they were all ready to work under Shu Yichao, but it turned out that Shu Yichao didn't want this city?

"Yes." Shu Yichao said standing on the table as always.

"Leave?"

"Why should I stay?"

Pulling out his elite scimitar, Shu Yichao waved it in the air and announced loudly.

"My mission is to save Constantinople and revive Rome!"

"Mrs. Marty, what are the Khitans talking about?" someone asked Mrs. Marty in a low voice.

"He seems to be talking." After several interactions, Mrs. Marty was finally able to figure out what Shu Yichao said.

Therefore, her expression became even weirder.

“He was inspired by the Lord.”

"To save Constantinople?"

"Huh?" People looked at each other.

What kind of legend is this about a saint descended from heaven?

Although based on your appearance, Khitan Batulu, it is not a problem to put on makeup and act like a saint.

But you, a Khitan thousands of miles away, came here to save the capital of the Norma people. This sounds unreliable no matter how you sound.

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"Come on board!"

A few days later, at a dock in Mohai, Shu Yichao directed a total of three hundred prairie archers under his command to board the ship.

Of course, the fastest and most reliable way to get to Constantinople is by sea.

But the headache is that Shu Yichao cannot recruit the navy.

Therefore, even with the help of the caravan, finding ships and hiring sailors still took him several days of work, and he has not completed the preparations until now.

Shu Yichao, who was about to board the ship, suddenly found several other ships approaching outside the pier.

The person on the bow was still an old acquaintance of his.

That dark-skinned lady with no nose.

"Khitan Batulu." The two boats met, and Mrs. Marty came forward with a group of people with both excitement and fear on their faces.

"We want to go with you."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Shu Yichao looked at her curiously and asked, "I've sold out all the stuff."

"Why are you still following me?"

"I have heard of such a prophecy." Mrs. Marty replied, holding the sword with a little strength.

"There is a priest king in the far east."

"He will bring his invincible army to save the empire when it is destroyed."

"But I've also heard prophecies to the contrary."

“The two-headed eagle will fall, and the city of God will burn with fire from heaven.”

"It is said that the Sultan's 20 troops have surrounded the capital of the empire, and Constantinople is in danger, and then you appear again..."

Mrs. Marty sighed: "One of the prophecies seems to be coming true."

"Khitan Baturu, I implore you to take us with you."

"No matter which prophecy is true."

"We, the subjects of the Empire, will see it through to the end."

"I understand, you want to continue doing business with me, right?" Shu Yichao gave a thumbs up to Mrs. Marty: "No wonder your business is so big and there are so many people."

"This vision is indeed much higher than that of ordinary people - if you follow me, you will get a lot of loot."

"Don't worry, I will sell you any trophies first."

"Thank you for your tolerance and generosity." Seeing Shu Yichao smiling and giving a thumbs up, Mrs. Marty breathed a sigh of relief.

[Host, I'm sorry for you! 】

System 12345 started to cry.

[I didn’t realize until now that I haven’t installed the language plug-in yet. 】

[So it turns out, host, that you haven’t been able to communicate normally with people these days? 】

【Thank you so much. 】

The host is in a strange environment, unable to communicate, unable to communicate, and doesn't know how lonely and scared it must be.

You might even get bullied often.

No wonder I didn’t complete any of the side quests before.

In this case, it’s a damn thing if you can accomplish the task!

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Host, are you still moving closer to the Queen's position to complete the main mission?Wow, you are working so hard. 】

[Host, when I fix the program, I will give you the strongest support as soon as possible! 】

The host has worked so hard, why should I be lazy?

System 12345's heart was filled with fighting spirit.

Chapter 10 - Augustus and the Sultan

Norma.

Constantinople.

Constantine XI, who had gray hair on his temples, listened forlornly. The travel-worn messenger read the letter to him and sighed softly: "Is it irreversible after all?"

The empire of the past stretched from the endless forests in the north to the vast deserts in the south, encompassing the entire great blue sea. It was literally thousands of miles of land.

But when the Noma Empire was passed to his hands, it was already a complete mess.

The national treasury is impoverished, the national power is poor and weak, and it is surrounded by powerful enemies.

It once took half a year to cross the territory, but now it can be traveled across the entire territory in a few hours - the entire empire has only one capital left, like a head without a body.

The total population of the whole country does not exceed [-], and the number of adults does not exceed [-]. It cannot be self-sufficient in food and is extremely dependent on sea transportation.

The ruined churches, ruined palaces, and disorganized buildings were barely protected by the majestic city walls left over from the ancient empire.

The future of the empire was as bleak as the purple robe on Augustus himself.

The territory belonging to Osman has surrounded the only remaining Constantinople from all directions - it is surrounded by enemies. The Osmans can even often go to the suburbs of the capital to hunt grass in the valley!

Constantine XI believed that he was not a foolish king. Since he succeeded to the throne, he had never had any extravagant enjoyment, but worked conscientiously to manage the remaining water in his hands.

But the empire was already in deep trouble, and no matter how hard he struggled, there was no improvement.

And the doomsday that is coming seems to be right in front of us.

After brutally killing all his brothers and sisters, the newly succeeded Sultan Mumona cleverly stabilized the surrounding countries, and then directed his finger at Constantinople!

Both land and sea went into battle to completely seal off the last land of the Norma Empire. It is said that the number of soldiers mobilized totaled 20!

Constantine XI tried his best to engage in diplomatic mediation, but he could not get any help from the west, and there was no possibility of Sultan Mumona retreating from the east.

Just now, Sultan Mumona's ultimatum arrived.

Surrender this city, or die!

As for the pardon after the dedication of the city?

That is the Sultan's business, so His Majesty the Emperor does not need to worry about it.

"Haha." Constantine XI, knowing that the matter was irreversible, stood up and said to the messenger.

"Tell that hypocritical sultan to put away her false kindness."

"She doesn't want peace at all, she just wants destruction!"

"I will not run away, let alone surrender!"

"If she wants this city, come and get it herself—after stepping on my head."

He said categorically, and then ordered his Minister of Navy and Minister of War.

"Go and raise the sea-blocking cables of the Golden Horn, put the whole city under martial law, and prepare for a defensive battle."

"The Norma people will stand and shed their last drop of blood."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Minister of the Navy and the Minister of War lowered their heads.

At this moment, a crazy old man broke into the dilapidated palace of Constantine XI.

"I saw!"

"I saw!"

he shouted.

"he came."

"The Priest King of the East is coming with a ghostly and terrifying army."

"They bring war, spread death, and harvest souls."

"But it can save the empire from despair."

"Patriarch?" The Minister of the Navy and the Minister of War were both dumbfounded.

"Come, take the Patriarch down." Constantine XI explained to the ministers after sighing.

"The Patriarch seemed to have gone crazy two months ago due to tremendous mental pressure."

"I was afraid that everyone would worry, so I kept him locked in a side room of the cathedral."

"I didn't expect him to seize the opportunity and run out today."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of the Navy and the Minister of War couldn't help but feel sad.

Yes, the end is coming.

Who doesn’t feel heavy in his heart?

Even as the Norma were determined to fight for their city until the end, their enemies were plotting how to deal with them.

Inside the imperial tent hung with countless silks, Osman's Sultan Mumona was describing his siege plan.

"Now Norma is breathing her last breath."

"But this isolated city is still not that easy to attack."

"To the north of Constantinople is the Golden Horn, which is blocked by iron cables. It is difficult for our warships to break through from here."

"We can only send a large number of warships to blockade, and try our best not to allow a single reinforcement or a grain of wheat to be transported into the city wall."

"The south side of Constantinople is a cliff without any foothold. Our soldiers can't get up even if they are sitting on a warship."

"The only breakthrough direction we can choose is here!"