It was a
nice map. An oasis in the middle and surrounded by rocks on practically every side leaving
only five points for invasions. A simple northern wasteland. The first professional
looking map I got from my friend in a long while. As I neared the last year of my survival
time I had not been attacked for 3 years. I have been counting the times I was attacked as
you can not be attacked more than 20 times. Right. It was the 20th time. I
started to prepare myself for the last blow. I covered three of the five possible places
with 10 balistas each. I had never been attacked from the other two unprotected ones
anyway. When I was finished I had what I though to be a pretty strong defense of balistas
with two walls in front of each one, four divisions of academy trained legionnaires and
two divisions of educated javelins. How could I now the terrible end that waited for me?
The first message came up in me telling of a local riot.
Luckily it was from a place that I had protected and it was only about 20 berserks coming.
I didnt even feel the need to dispatch a troop. And then the movie played showing
those filthy guys ruled by the woman. Worst of all they were attacking from an unprotected
place where my industry was in progress. By this time the local riot was settled and I had
only four months left to survive. So I didnt care at all to what happened to my
industry but what if they wasted my whole city? Those guys kept pouring in rhombuses of 32
men. And there were 5 of those rhombuses. Then came my worst nightmare the chariots. 40 in
total!!! By the time they had finished pouring down my troops had taken position waiting
for them and feeling completely naked without the cover of the balistas. A fire broke in
my city like a messenger of the bad news that was to come. As soon as the big guys started
moving another riot started in another protected place but this time they were simply as
many as the raindrops. I quickly added a couple more balistas to the front line and
returned back to where the real fight took place...
All of them went at once bringing down a couple of the
chariots. Then my javelins started to work their spears into the hearts of my enemies.
Another five chariots down but my legion on the front was getting tired. Then the
rhombuses hurled themselves into my walls I had built in a hurry. It was a moment of
complete chaos. I was able to see the situation only when the chariots finally started
retreating. My javelins were holding up pretty well. But 2 of my legionnaire divisions
were nil and the other two were not doing really good. Just then I remembered to look at
the place where the local riot took place. I was terrified they had simply wasted my
towers and they were progressing deep into my city killing everyone. But then I remembered
my secret weapon, the wolves.
When I start northern scenarios I cover the wolves in walls and
kill them one by one. There were two packs that I had not bothered to kill I released
them. With the help of Mars they simply gave those locals hell. But on the other side
things were not going so well. The rhombuses had wasted all my legionnaires, javelins and
my walls. I was halfway into my last month...
I simply prayed as the enemy thundered through my industry, caved my hippodrome
in and laid waste to my city. As they approached the core of my city that had faced
complete destruction on its other side. I was practically on my knees. And then it was all
over. The army that was supposed to come from Rome was there and the city was saved but I
felt guilt take over my mind for not fighting with the brave heroes there in the
battlefield.