The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

She is so pretty, it would be a huge loss if I didn’t put her in my tent and love her every night.

but now……

National affairs are of primary importance.

"Boy, don't run!" With Mumona's tacit consent, the general jumped on his horse and rushed towards Shu Yichao with a scimitar in his hand and roared.

"Humph!"

I saw that someone from the opposite side finally came out to fight me one on one.

Shu Yichao rode forward without saying a word, brandishing his sword.

"Dang——" A teeth-grinding metallic vibration sound was heard, and sparks bloomed like bright peaches in early spring.

After only one round of probing, Shu Yichao had figured out the opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

"Only around 50 casualties?"

"This is even worse than the elite monster in the Novice Village."

In the second round, Shu Yichao raised his sword and chopped down the Osman general who came to fight.

Then he raised his bloody scimitar again and roared in front of the 200,000-strong Othman army.

"Shazhou Shu Yichao is here!"

"Who dares to fight me?!"

"Second brother!" The eyes of another general under Mumona turned blood red in an instant. He didn't even ask the Sultan for permission and rushed directly towards Shu Yichao.

"Damned pagan, I'm going to kill you!"

"Swish--" Shu Yichao didn't even look at him, and the scimitar he was swinging in the air suddenly fell down, and blood splattered.

This guy is not as good as the one just now.

"Who else!?"

Shu Yichao's voice echoed across the battlefield like rolling thunder.

"I just asked, who else!?"

The cheers on the city wall were more exaggerated than the most violent thunder.

"Long live!"

"Long live Norma!"

"Long live Khitan!"

Even Constantine XI, who had previously thought Shu Yichao was mentally ill, couldn't help but cheer a few times.

no way.

Shu Yichao's actions were indeed stupid and brainless.

but……

It's really fucking inspiring!

Morale is such a strange thing. Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, the morale of the Osman army inevitably began to decline after two generals were killed in succession on the battlefield.

Many people have become depressed, discouraged, and even wavering.

Mumona saw it and was worried.

If the army loses its morale, then there is no point in fighting this war. Let's all go home and herd sheep.

She turned to look at her subordinates, her tone pretending to be calm, but still inevitably showing some urgency.

"Where's Bayard?"

"Where is he!?"

"The Sultan," someone answered, "he should still be in the rear."

"Let him come to see me immediately!" Mumona whispered immediately.

"Hiss--" At this time, Constantine XI on the west wall seemed to remember something and secretly said that something was wrong.

"not good!"

"Hey - Khitans." He quickly stuck his head out from the city wall and shouted to the grassland archers lined up not far away.

"Call your Baturu back quickly."

"The Sultan of Othman is about to send out his thunderbolts!"

Chapter 16 - Favorability Clearing Method

"Osman's Thunder!"

When Mrs. Marti heard Constantine XI read the name, she immediately got goose bumps.

The cheers of the excited soldiers on the west wall suddenly became much quieter.

Some people even swallowed their saliva.

Bayed, a famous veteran of three dynasties under the Osman dynasty.

Once, when attacking a city, when the enemy lowered the gate, he held up the gate with his own strength to allow the army to enter.

When Osman was fighting against the coalition forces of the Western countries, he relied on 300 infantrymen to defeat 5,000 cavalry.

He even captured a rebel leader alive single-handedly amidst thousands of troops.

He fought for thirty years, fought more than seventy battles, big and small, without a single defeat.

When Mumona's father was alive, he praised the reputation of one man as being equal to that of 30,000 troops.

All four realms call it "Osman's Thunder"!

The situation before her was too obvious; the Sultan was about to unleash her thunder.

But the steppe archers turned a deaf ear to Constantine XI's warning.

Who knows what you are talking about, old man?

Norma doesn't understand what she's saying.

"Hmm?" Shu Yichao found that the Osman army, which had been a little shaken just now, seemed to be beginning to regain its composure.

Moreover, it seemed that bursts of shouting were heard from the army from time to time.

"Bayed, Bayed!"

The shirtless, burly giant rode his warhorse and galloped through the army. Wherever he went, it was like Moses parting the sea. All the Osmani warriors spontaneously made way for him.

They beat their shields, waved their flags and shouted, cheering and welcoming the thunder of Osman with all their might - many of them grew up listening to the legendary stories of Bayed.

Bayed came to the front of the battle, and looked at Mumona with his hideous face covered with scars.

Mumona looked at him and nodded.

"Bang--" The huge battle axe smashed into the ground, smoke and dust flew wildly, and the deep sound went straight into the sky.

"Dedicate this great victory to the Messenger of God, the Great Sultan!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Bayed!"

"God bless you!"

"Long live the Sultan!"

Hundreds of thousands of Osmani troops roared wildly, and the sound was like a tsunami, scaring away the birds and dispersing the clouds in the sky. Even the Western Wall rustled in the face of the sound waves.

Grabbing the battle axe, Bayed rushed towards Shu Yichao amid the cheers of everyone's anticipation.

[Hey, host, another key figure has appeared. ]

System 12345 said.

[I looked at the information. Hmm, his name is Bayed, Mumona's number one warrior, Osman's Thunder.]

[This requires building a good relationship.]

[Host, I think you can definitely prepare a generous gift.]

[Then tell Bayed that you want to learn martial arts from him.]

The system 12345's abacus was clacking.

[With the help of this system, you, the host, will surely make rapid progress and gain Bayed's favor.]

[With such an important official guaranteeing you, host, you won't have to worry about gaining a firm foothold in Mumona's court.]

[Host, what do you think of my suggestion? ]

Isn’t it great?

"Wow——" Shu Yichao's eyes lit up.

"Good horse!" he blurted out.

The warhorse ridden by the general opposite was huge, with shiny fur, majestic and handsome.

Compared with the horse on the opposite side, the 250-speed horse that Shu Yichao is riding now is no longer so attractive.

No, what horse on the opposite side? That’s obviously my horse!

Shu Yichao, who couldn't wait to take his horse back, immediately accelerated, and his elite scimitar emitted a cold light in the smoke and dust.

"Hiss—" Constantine XI covered his chest.

Khitan Baturu fought against Osman Thunder. He was nervous and scared. His heart was pounding and almost jumped out of his chest. Breathing seemed so difficult at this moment.

It's simply unbearable.

Next to him, Mrs. Marti was not in much better condition. Her legs were so weak that she had to lean her body against the battlements of the city wall to avoid falling.

"Boom-"

Shu Yichao and Bayed passed each other.

Whether they were Osmanis, Norma people, or people from other countries or city-states... everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and stare with wide eyes.

Who, who won?

excited.

curious.

fear.

Worry.

All kinds of emotions permeated the battlefield, madly stimulating everyone's nerves.

Amidst a crowd of over a hundred thousand people, the two men in the center of the battlefield simultaneously adjusted their horses and once again prepared to charge.

first round.

No matter who wins or loses!

"hiss--"

"call--"

The sounds of inhaling, exhaling, and sighing came one after another, touching the hearts of everyone present.

The two sides charged forward, swords and axes clashed, and the two sides fought again.

"boom--"

Stop and turn around again.

second round.

There is still no winner or loser.

Shu Yichao and Bayed had only fought for two rounds, and neither had defeated the other. However, dozens of people watching from both sides had already fainted from excitement...

However, after three rounds, a turning point appeared.