Warlords: Strategic Conquest
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/////Treasury: 75 yuan (+150) /////// Army: Small (-25)/////////////////////Masses: Low {-25}
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////Workers: Low (-25)/////////////////Buddhists: Low {-50}
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You hold long meetings with your director of horticulture to ensure that the project will be a success. After many hours of precise planning, you commission your planters to buy the best lychee seeds for planting in your most fertile soil. You eagerly anticipate the opening harvest and its boost to your economy.
Before your trees can bear any fruit however, the peasants are angry at you for ignoring their suffering. Some publicly question whether your heart has any compassion. Without the Masses' base of support, your realm remains susceptible to sabotage. One nearby warlord raids your grain silo and pilfers the winter's supply of rice. Another burns an armory of your troops' weapons.
One night you are awakened by loud noises outside your sleeping tent. You open the door to see what is happening and see your personal bodyguards being cut down by a group of assassins. You recognize several peasants among them.
"Your death will be quick. Commander Wan is a merciful man," the one closest to you says as he chops your head off as a trophy for their leader.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////[STATUS BOX]//////////////////////////////////////////////////
/////Treasury: 75 yuan (+150) /////// Army: Small (-25)/////////////////////Masses: Low {-25}
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////Workers: Low (-25)/////////////////Buddhists: Low {-50}
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You hold long meetings with your director of horticulture to ensure that the project will be a success. After many hours of precise planning, you commission your planters to buy the best lychee seeds for planting in your most fertile soil. You eagerly anticipate the opening harvest and its boost to your economy.
Before your trees can bear any fruit however, the peasants are angry at you for ignoring their suffering. Some publicly question whether your heart has any compassion. Without the Masses' base of support, your realm remains susceptible to sabotage. One nearby warlord raids your grain silo and pilfers the winter's supply of rice. Another burns an armory of your troops' weapons.
One night you are awakened by loud noises outside your sleeping tent. You open the door to see what is happening and see your personal bodyguards being cut down by a group of assassins. You recognize several peasants among them.
"Your death will be quick. Commander Wan is a merciful man," the one closest to you says as he chops your head off as a trophy for their leader.
