Warlords: Strategic Conquest
You return to your kingdom without a crucial alliance. Your reputation suffers as warlords across China hear the news of your failure.
Some warlords start attacking you believing that you are not strong. Your army fends off the first few advances, but your kingdom's morale plunges. Then consecutive attacks by larger armies penetrate deep into your territory.
The invaders set fire to your villages, pillage your cities, and generally wreak havoc on your people. Your minor allies provide as much military assistance as they can but are overwhelmed by the numerous opportunists taking advantage of your multiple fronts. Your citizens flee to Toleron's territory as refugees. In the face of impending defeat, many of your soldiers desert your army as well.
You stand inside your throne room trying to come up with something to say to the enemy troops sure to beat down your door any minute. Sure enough, shadows of torches soon appear outside your room.
A group of infantry barge through your screen doors, led by a chap in a red helmet.
"President Min. It is my pleasure to finally meet you. With you out of the way, I will be another step closer to conquering China!"
You plead. "Let me join your army as an adviser. I am very knowledgeable about this local area. I will not forget your generosity."
"I have enough talented advisers. Besides, I don't trust you."
He arcs his sword through the air at your head. You manage to duck out of the way. It is only a temporary reprieve however as several men, including the one in the red helmet, surround you and savagely slice you to pieces.
Some warlords start attacking you believing that you are not strong. Your army fends off the first few advances, but your kingdom's morale plunges. Then consecutive attacks by larger armies penetrate deep into your territory.
The invaders set fire to your villages, pillage your cities, and generally wreak havoc on your people. Your minor allies provide as much military assistance as they can but are overwhelmed by the numerous opportunists taking advantage of your multiple fronts. Your citizens flee to Toleron's territory as refugees. In the face of impending defeat, many of your soldiers desert your army as well.
You stand inside your throne room trying to come up with something to say to the enemy troops sure to beat down your door any minute. Sure enough, shadows of torches soon appear outside your room.
A group of infantry barge through your screen doors, led by a chap in a red helmet.
"President Min. It is my pleasure to finally meet you. With you out of the way, I will be another step closer to conquering China!"
You plead. "Let me join your army as an adviser. I am very knowledgeable about this local area. I will not forget your generosity."
"I have enough talented advisers. Besides, I don't trust you."
He arcs his sword through the air at your head. You manage to duck out of the way. It is only a temporary reprieve however as several men, including the one in the red helmet, surround you and savagely slice you to pieces.
