Warlords: Strategic Conquest
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//////////////////////////////////////////////////[STATUS BOX]//////////////////////////////////////////////////
////Treasury: 25 yuan {-75} /////////// Army: Large (-75)/////////////////////Masses: High
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////Workers: Low (-25)/////////////////Buddhists: Low {-50}
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You raise your Army's wages, rewarding old veterans and attracting new recruits. Improved morale and increased enlistment soon transform your military into a formidable fighting machine. Days later, when President Min and his allies lay siege to your capital, your mighty Army crushes the hapless invaders.
Unfortunately, increasing the size of your Army puts unbearable strain on your Treasury. Without any income, you are neither able to maintain a larger Army nor keep both your Workers and a smaller Army. You decide to allocate your remaining resources to your military since it keeps you safe.
With each passing day, more soldiers desert you; only the veterans who have served your Army since its initial inception remain. Your Workers likewise resign en masse, leading to inefficiency throughout your kingdom. Your castle falls into disrepair, military supplies dwindle, and rations become scarce.
When General Nahru regains control of his forces and leads one million troops to your castle a couple of months later, your city is already at half-strength. Unlike President Min, General Nahru's army is stout and well trained. They surround your castle and quickly overwhelm your defenses. All of your troops eventually die in battle.
As you meet for the last time with your most trusted advisers in your throne room, General Nahru's commandos barge inside without warning. They forcefully bind you and your advisers' hands behind your backs. You are then all led blindfolded to a gravelly patch of soil outside. Haunting regrets and pleasant memories slowly float into your mind.
"Ready."
"Aim."
"Fire!"
Your spirit leaves its arrow-riddled body before your head hits the ground.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////[STATUS BOX]//////////////////////////////////////////////////
////Treasury: 25 yuan {-75} /////////// Army: Large (-75)/////////////////////Masses: High
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////Workers: Low (-25)/////////////////Buddhists: Low {-50}
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You raise your Army's wages, rewarding old veterans and attracting new recruits. Improved morale and increased enlistment soon transform your military into a formidable fighting machine. Days later, when President Min and his allies lay siege to your capital, your mighty Army crushes the hapless invaders.
Unfortunately, increasing the size of your Army puts unbearable strain on your Treasury. Without any income, you are neither able to maintain a larger Army nor keep both your Workers and a smaller Army. You decide to allocate your remaining resources to your military since it keeps you safe.
With each passing day, more soldiers desert you; only the veterans who have served your Army since its initial inception remain. Your Workers likewise resign en masse, leading to inefficiency throughout your kingdom. Your castle falls into disrepair, military supplies dwindle, and rations become scarce.
When General Nahru regains control of his forces and leads one million troops to your castle a couple of months later, your city is already at half-strength. Unlike President Min, General Nahru's army is stout and well trained. They surround your castle and quickly overwhelm your defenses. All of your troops eventually die in battle.
As you meet for the last time with your most trusted advisers in your throne room, General Nahru's commandos barge inside without warning. They forcefully bind you and your advisers' hands behind your backs. You are then all led blindfolded to a gravelly patch of soil outside. Haunting regrets and pleasant memories slowly float into your mind.
"Ready."
"Aim."
"Fire!"
Your spirit leaves its arrow-riddled body before your head hits the ground.
