The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Under a hail of arrows, the new troops in the front were immediately thrown to the ground. Most of them were shot in the face. Nearly a hundred people fell in one breath, and the offensive was thwarted.

Immediately afterwards, before the new army could recover from the shock of the instant evaporation of a hundred people, the second and third rounds of arrows fell from the sky.

As the trump card in the Sultan's hand, the new troops showed a strong fighting will.

They roared, howled, and roared, falling down in groups and rushing forward in groups.

However, no matter how hard they fought, the short distance of twenty steps seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Finally, the rain of arrows stopped.

Mumona was dumbfounded at this moment.

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

Mumona could even call out the names of many of them and knew their hobbies.

And now, everyone is gone.

A few hundred Janissaries on the front battlefield were enough to defeat tens of thousands of rabble.

However, after suffering such tragic casualties, the new troops were unable to even touch the hem of the elite archers' clothes.

"Go." Shu Yichao waved his hand.

The elite horse archers silently raised their spears, and a dense forest of steel surrounded the Osman people from all directions.

Then, he ran over it.

Their attack was simple and deadly, consisting of grabbing the spear and repeatedly thrusting, drawing it back, thrusting again, and drawing it back again.

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

They could only watch helplessly as the blood-stained spears firmly and decisively pierced their own chests, their companions' abdomens, and their superiors' throats...

Occasionally, some brave warriors were able to create a gap, but they were helpless against the elite archers' armor with a defense of up to 60, and were then killed by the elite archers in the back row.

The new soldiers howled, screamed, wailed, and even begged for mercy, but it was all in vain.

"Finally, peace has arrived."

Throwing away the spear in his hand that was so slippery that he could hardly hold it, Shu Yichao picked up a relatively clean white felt hat to wipe his hands, and walked towards the only person still standing in the Osman army.

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

In a trance, Mumona seemed to feel that she was in a slaughterhouse, and she and the warriors under her command were just animals to be slaughtered.

Thousands of new troops were slaughtered.

Looking at the Khitan leader walking towards her, Mumona smiled bitterly.

Captured.

All ambitions vanished at this moment.

Mumona said as she lowered her head and presented her jewel-encrusted scimitar with both hands.

"Respected Khitan Baturu, you win."

"The Khitans truly live up to the legend and are the most powerful warriors in the world."

"I am convinced that I lost."

"The Sultan of Osman surrenders to you."

"I hope you will give me the dignity of a king and treat me properly while I am a captive."

"In return, I will offer you anything that will satisfy you, whether it's gold, treasures, beauties, or..."

[Hey, host, what's going on? ]

[Mumona was so excited just now, why is she calm now? ]

What did you do again?

Success is clearly right before our eyes.

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

Hasn’t this happened many times before?

All the efforts will be wasted at the critical moment.

[No, host, you must be careful now.]

【If you don’t pay attention, then...】

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

[If you offend her, you, the host, will be in big trouble.]

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

"Shh-"

Blood splattered.

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

"This guy is quite proactive."

"Just stick your head out so I can chop it off."

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

【Host! ! 】

【What happened! 】

【Didn’t I tell you to be careful!?】

[Mumona's favorability has been reset to zero! ]

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?

When System 12345 thought about its first host, who might be dragged out and beheaded by the Queen soon, it became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

[Host, can you run? ]

【Is there any chance to sneak away? 】

[As long as the green mountains remain, we will not be afraid of running out of firewood. Host, let's escape quickly.]

"……what?"

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

What he saw was exactly the scene where the elite archers hung Mumona's head on the flagpole.

Then Norma's king and his ministers were stunned for a long time before a word "ah" came out of their throats.

I can't be dreaming.

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

How did it suddenly become that the Osmani Sultan died at the Western Wall?

"Your Majesty, it's her!"

Those who had seen Mumona rubbed their eyes repeatedly and found that the scene in front of them remained unchanged, and immediately shouted excitedly.

"It's really her!"

"It really is that devil!"

"Woo woo woo, Your Majesty, we won!"

As they talked, they cried with joy.

"We won!"

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

"Mumona is dead!"

"The Sultan is dead!"

"Osman lost!"

At first, the Osmanis did not believe it. How could the messenger of the true God, the honorable Sultan, die so easily?

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

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

Moreover, not long ago, this Sultan had just appeared in front of the Osmani warriors, and quite a few people recognized her.

So, the Osmanis had to despairingly admit that—

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 hundreds of thousands of Osmani troops, having lost their backbone, collapsed immediately.

They threw away their armor, dropped their swords, and fled to the rear in a daze, wanting only to get away from the battlefield.

A complete defeat, the army is completely routed!

The Osman army wanted to escape, but Shu Yichao refused.

"You bastards, you made me waste so much money, and you still want to run away!?"

"Pay back the money!"

He mounted his horse and, with his assembled elite archers, charged towards the defeated Osmanis.

"kill!"

With the blessing of the [Plunder] talent, a head is worth some money after all.

"Leave no scraps of armor behind!"

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

Like a flood that broke through a dam, they easily tore through the formation of the Osman army from the flank and scattered them.

"Norma! The time for revenge has come!"

Even Constantine XI, with the bravest Normans, rushed out of the city walls and joined the pursuit team.

On this day, corpses were everywhere and blood was flowing everywhere!

The only thing that may not understand the situation is a certain system.

[Yes, yes, host, that's it! ]

System 12345 shouted.

Run, run.

【Run as fast as possible! 】

【I must escape from this world! 】

Chapter 27 - Khitan Caesar

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

Under Shu Yichao's relentless pursuit, the army of over one hundred thousand finally fell apart and fled in all directions.

After nearly a month of siege, the battle ended with a great victory for the Norma Empire.

The final result of the battle was the beheading of more than 40,000 enemies and the killing of countless enemies. The Osmani Sultan, the first warrior, the naval commander, the prime minister, and a large number of pashas and emirs were killed.

Mumona's own court team was almost wiped out by Shu Yichao because they were close to the front line.

From the camp of Osman, more than 3,000 pounds of gold, nearly 10,000 pounds of silver, and millions of spears, swords, shields, daggers, crossbows, armor, silk, cloth and clothes were seized.