Warlords: Strategic Conquest
You order your ballistae forward. You beam with pride as your ballistae operators bravely push them onward in the face of enemy ballistae fire. A few of them are destroyed before they are in range, but most of them reach their destination.
You watch intently as your ballistae shower Min's castle gate with bolts. Eventually the giant gate becomes so covered with shafts you can barely see any wood. Several minutes later, as the last of your ballistae is destroyed, you see the gate crack, then wobble, and finally collapse. It is time.
One and half million of your bravest warriors charge toward the castle opening. You see Min's soldiers hurriedly rush toward the gap to protect the keep. As you expected, Min's ballistae rain death upon your troops as they advance toward the castle. Many do not survive. But enough do that you still possess a large advantage in numbers when a clash the magnitude of which you have never seen begins.
The chaos of metal clanging, primal shouting, hooves galloping, and millions of intense combatants sort themselves out in the scene before you. Blood and dead bodies slowly fill up the battlefield. You get chills, almost in glee, watching all the carnage. But who will triumph and etch their name in the history books?
Your large edge in numbers slowly wears down Min's ranks. Min's troops have the extra motivation of defending their homeland. Your forces have the advantages of being more bloodthirsty and experienced in combat. Little by little, your army overwhelms the defenders and push them deeper into the castle. Closer and closer to the keep you get, until Min's flag drops from its pole and is replaced with your bloody banner.
Carefully, you step into the keep after surveying the battle scene. No one wearing Min's uniform is still standing. The throne room is extravagant, but empty. You sprint up the steps and leap onto the ornate gold throne. Min is brought before you with his hands tied behind his back.
"I surrender, great conqueror. Please spare my life. I will serve you, and, and never betray you! I can help you rule, and I know this area well having lived here my whole life. I would be forever grateful to you. Please spare me!"
In a rare moment of mercy, you decide to imprison President Min. Something about his meek pleading touches you. You don't really trust him however, so he spends the rest of his life in jail, alone.
You have now conquered China. But this is only the beginning. From where the sun rises to where it sets are lands ripe for the taking. You declare yourself emperor and begin a new dynasty. You go on to become the greatest conqueror the world has ever known. Thanks to your unsurpassed military skills,
You watch intently as your ballistae shower Min's castle gate with bolts. Eventually the giant gate becomes so covered with shafts you can barely see any wood. Several minutes later, as the last of your ballistae is destroyed, you see the gate crack, then wobble, and finally collapse. It is time.
One and half million of your bravest warriors charge toward the castle opening. You see Min's soldiers hurriedly rush toward the gap to protect the keep. As you expected, Min's ballistae rain death upon your troops as they advance toward the castle. Many do not survive. But enough do that you still possess a large advantage in numbers when a clash the magnitude of which you have never seen begins.
The chaos of metal clanging, primal shouting, hooves galloping, and millions of intense combatants sort themselves out in the scene before you. Blood and dead bodies slowly fill up the battlefield. You get chills, almost in glee, watching all the carnage. But who will triumph and etch their name in the history books?
Your large edge in numbers slowly wears down Min's ranks. Min's troops have the extra motivation of defending their homeland. Your forces have the advantages of being more bloodthirsty and experienced in combat. Little by little, your army overwhelms the defenders and push them deeper into the castle. Closer and closer to the keep you get, until Min's flag drops from its pole and is replaced with your bloody banner.
Carefully, you step into the keep after surveying the battle scene. No one wearing Min's uniform is still standing. The throne room is extravagant, but empty. You sprint up the steps and leap onto the ornate gold throne. Min is brought before you with his hands tied behind his back.
"I surrender, great conqueror. Please spare my life. I will serve you, and, and never betray you! I can help you rule, and I know this area well having lived here my whole life. I would be forever grateful to you. Please spare me!"
In a rare moment of mercy, you decide to imprison President Min. Something about his meek pleading touches you. You don't really trust him however, so he spends the rest of his life in jail, alone.
You have now conquered China. But this is only the beginning. From where the sun rises to where it sets are lands ripe for the taking. You declare yourself emperor and begin a new dynasty. You go on to become the greatest conqueror the world has ever known. Thanks to your unsurpassed military skills,
YOU WIN.
