Which reminds me of a wonderful city battle I once fought against the Pontics. My legionaries cleared the walls, then I sent my Cretans up to do some damage to the mass of enemy below. Among them was a unit of scythed chariots. Fire arrows soon sent them amok, and they then ran through their own ranks. What an enjoyable sight and sound it was as I zoomed in, watched the enemy being cut to pieces by their own chariots (including their general), and the sound of plak! plak! as men's and horses' legs were sent flying into the air. I swear that unit of chariots would have gone from novice to triple gold chevrons if friendlies counted for experience.Originally Posted by Seamus Fermanagh
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