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.
A few desperate warlords attack you, sensing weakness. General Nahru, true to his word, sends troops to help you. Your minor allies provide some military assistance as well. Your combined forces fight a multi-front war against several hostile warlords. Just as the tide begins to turn in your favor, General Nahru is tragically killed in battle. His son Lurdu takes over and, fed up with your uselessness to him and diminishing international stature, immediately betrays the alliance and cuts off help.
Your kingdom's morale plunges. Soon consecutive attacks by enemy forces penetrate deep into your territory.
The invaders set fire to your villages, pillage your cities, and generally wreak havoc on your people. 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.
A few desperate warlords attack you, sensing weakness. General Nahru, true to his word, sends troops to help you. Your minor allies provide some military assistance as well. Your combined forces fight a multi-front war against several hostile warlords. Just as the tide begins to turn in your favor, General Nahru is tragically killed in battle. His son Lurdu takes over and, fed up with your uselessness to him and diminishing international stature, immediately betrays the alliance and cuts off help.
Your kingdom's morale plunges. Soon consecutive attacks by enemy forces penetrate deep into your territory.
The invaders set fire to your villages, pillage your cities, and generally wreak havoc on your people. 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.
