The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

And because this city was the capital of the Ottoman Empire, the warriors in the city were much stronger in both quantity and quality than those on the Thracian Plain.

Therefore, the elite archers under Shu Yichao always met with bad luck in some inexplicable places.

Golden juice flew out from the street corner, boiling oil spilled from the upper floor, gunpowder exploded in the garbage dump, and boiling water splashed out from the door...

Therefore, Shu Yichao sighed here, feeling that he had suffered a huge loss.

"It seems that I still have too few soldiers."

Shu Yichao concluded.

"I really can't afford to let anyone die."

"Hey, never mind." Shu Yichao shifted his gaze and looked at his elite horse archers with enthusiasm.

"Brothers, thank you for your hard work."

"Next, it's time for some fun looting."

After having the elite horse archers escort the captives outside the city—

Occupy the city, plunder, abandon the city, occupy the city again, plunder again, abandon the city again...

Shu Yichao's operation was as smooth as flowing water.

"My Lord."

When Constantine XI slowly arrived at Adrianople with tens of thousands of Crusaders a few days later, he could not help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Did our Caesar really take Adrianople?"

Although he knew that Shu Yichao's target of attack might be Adrianople, Constantine XI did not actually have much hope for his attack.

As the capital of the Ottoman Empire, Adrianople must have been extremely strong.

Moreover, the pagans of the Osman Empire, fueled by their fanatical faith, were extremely ferocious and difficult to deal with.

Even if Khitan warriors were more terrifying than Osmani warriors, defending a city, fighting in the field, and sieges could not be compared.

What's more, Shu Yichao's army is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers——

A force of less than a thousand people going to attack a strong fortress guarded by tens of thousands of people?

Constantine XI could not imagine what the scene was like.

Therefore, according to Constantine XI's most optimistic idea, this holy war was nothing more than to eliminate the Othmanid stronghold on the Thracian Plain, and then show off their strength under the city of Adrianople before retreating.

Anyway, when it comes to field battles, I guess no one can defeat the terrifying cavalry under the Khitan Caesar.

When they retreated, the Osmanis did not dare to pursue them.

But he never expected that Adrianople, which had fallen for nearly a hundred years, could be recovered like this?

This means that Norma's strategic depth has been greatly improved, and it will no longer have to fight the battle to defend the capital every day.

For a moment, Constantine XI couldn't help but burst into tears.

As for the Crusaders, they were already excited when they saw the double-headed eagle flag hanging on the walls of Adrianople and the tens of thousands of dejected captives outside the city.

"Long live the Priest King!"

"Long live the Khitan Caesar!"

"Long live the holy war!"

Amid the thunderous cheers of the Crusaders, Shu Yichao also saw Constantine XI.

"Yo!" Shu Yichao, who had just finished enthusiastically commanding the elite archers and building a new Jingguan, rode forward.

"Jun Eleven."

"You're here too."

He pointed at the Jingguan with pride and said, "I just cast this. Isn't it handsome?"

Even though he knew Shu Yichao was a friend and not an enemy, Constantine XI couldn't help but shudder.

He quickly put on a smile and said, "Congratulations to our Caesar for another brilliant victory."

"I think the enemy must..."

"Hmm?" Before he could finish his words, Shu Yichao's eyes caught sight of something that Mrs. Marti was holding over.

"what is this?"

"For me?"

When Mrs. Marti saw Shu Yichao looking at her, she showed him the thing.

What caught Shu Yichao's eyes was a glaring blood-red—

On the red flag as bright as blood, a golden double-headed eagle flapped its wings as if ready to fly.

The double-headed eagle holds a long whip in one claw and a scimitar in the other. Its four eyes are full of arrogance and contempt, as if it wants to whip the whole world.

"Hahahahaha!" Shu Yichao was overjoyed and took it. "The bloody double-headed eagle, I like it!"

"By the way, I was wondering before, why is the Roman flag in this mod a purple double-headed eagle?"

"So the Easter egg is here."

"Only after completing certain tasks will players receive the exclusive red double-headed eagle flag."

Shu Yichao, who now had his own flag, immediately changed it to this one: "From now on, I am the orthodox Roman leader!"

"Brothers, let's continue to revive Rome!"

"A group of people ran away from the city earlier. Can we tolerate this?"

"Hurry up and chase!"

Watching Shu Yichao happily leave with the bloody double-headed eagle flag.

Constantine XI asked Madame Xiangmarty: "How did you know that our Caesar likes red flags?"

"We don't quite understand Khitan either."

Previously, Constantine XI planned to prepare a purple double-headed eagle flag for Shu Yichao, but at the strong suggestion of Mrs. Marti, it was finally changed to red.

Mrs. Marty looked at the towering Jingguan outside Adrianople, the crows circling in the sky, and the strings of captives outside the city, and said.

"I don't know why, I just think red suits him very well."

"Go into the city, Your Majesty."

"The aftermath of Adrianople will probably keep us busy."

Chapter 34 - The Imperial Concubine's Western Hunt

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager, thank you for your hard work."

In the big tent, an Osmani officer spoke to the dusty Grand Princess and her entourage.

"The Albanian Legion has been ordered to come to your rescue. It has been assembled and is ready to fight for Her Majesty the Queen Mother and the real Sultan!"

The officer said confidently.

"Any lunatic who dares to covet the Sultan's throne will be sent to hell by us!"

"Good, good." The eldest princess, who had fled all the way here, said several good words.

But she seemed to have thought of something, shuddered, and asked hurriedly.

"How many people do you have now?"

"How's the combat effectiveness?"

“…” Officer Osman’s eyes flickered.

"Please rest assured, Queen Dowager. I have brought with me a full ten thousand brave and skilled warriors."

"It's enough to crush any enemy that dares to invade!"

Ten thousand people?

Doesn't that seem very safe?

The eldest princess frowned slightly.

These days, she has been almost frightened by Shu Yichao's pursuit.

They were also slightly shocked by the Khitans - no matter how many soldiers were left behind to stop the Khitans' pursuit, they were almost all flattened in one wave.

Said to let the soldiers hold them off.

They really only blocked Shu Yichao's charge.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to discard all the gorgeous decorations and symbols of status.

In addition, the Khitans also attacked cities and captured territories along the way, and did not pursue her wholeheartedly.

This is why he was not crushed to death like an ant by the Khitans.

According to her estimation, it would take at least 5,000 Janissaries to deal with the 1,000 Khitans.

Therefore, she wanted to quickly understand the combat effectiveness of the Albanian Legion so that she could decide what to do next.

But these are only ten thousand ordinary Osman warriors—

At this time, the eldest princess saw the confidant in the tent secretly give her a look.

She understood.

"Thank you for your hard work, Pasha."

"As a reward for your bravery and loyalty, the Sultan will not hesitate to show his favor."

"Go and claim your reward."

The Osman officer was overjoyed: "Thank you for your generosity, Queen Mother. We will always be loyal to you!"

Watching Officer Osman and his men leave the tent and happily go to receive their rewards.

The eldest princess hugged her son and looked at her confidant.

"Your Majesty, he is lying." The confidant said without any concealment.

"My son just estimated the size of the army, and that guy is getting half the pay."

"And not all the remaining 5,000 people are combat soldiers."

"I estimate that he only has two to three thousand men capable of fighting."

"This number of people is not enough to defeat the Khitans."

"What!?" The eldest princess jumped up as if she was pricked by a needle.

"Two or three thousand people?"

"Here, what should I do?"

The eldest princess just felt dizzy and dizzy.

"Retreat!" the confidant said firmly.

"Continue to retreat westward!"

"The Khitans didn't target anyone in particular; they attacked anyone who was an enemy."

"And I choose to go to places where there are a lot of people."

"As long as we run fast enough, the Khitans' attention will be drawn to the larger Moria Legion in the south—"

"We'll wait until they've fought it out to the death before we enter."

"That's the only way." The eldest princess said slowly.

But unexpectedly, after she issued the order to hunt west, everyone in the Albanian army expressed opposition!

"Why, Your Majesty the Queen Mother?"

"Our entire army is eager for the Sultan to take Adrianople and become the true ruler of the empire."

"As for the Khitans, they are nothing to be afraid of!"

The eldest princess wanted to scold them, but when the words came to her lips, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head.