Old Bald Guy
02-18-2003, 18:27
In defense of the Crimea, our beleageured armies were outnumbered, 480 to 4850. The Horde quickly destroyed our few horse troops. All we had left were four tattered units of AG and one unit of Brigands, out of arrows. Our heroes stumbled and fought their way into a small town. After much manipulations, our AGs managed to seal all the passages between the buildings. Then, the impossible happened.
The Horde began circling the town, like an Old West movie where the Plains Indians went round and round the covered wagons. They feinted, attacked the weak spots. One unit was down to ten, another had three battered, brave warriors. The Brigands died bravely in a grove outside the town.
Still they circled, arrows clanking off armor, but our warriors held fast, the clock slowly ticking down. They came, shot their arrows, and fell back, to be replaced by more archers on horseback.
The clock reached 12 and the battle was won. The Horde retreated, never to come back to such a place of inglorious defeat. It was a close fight, but we prevailed
What a battle. http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif
The Horde began circling the town, like an Old West movie where the Plains Indians went round and round the covered wagons. They feinted, attacked the weak spots. One unit was down to ten, another had three battered, brave warriors. The Brigands died bravely in a grove outside the town.
Still they circled, arrows clanking off armor, but our warriors held fast, the clock slowly ticking down. They came, shot their arrows, and fell back, to be replaced by more archers on horseback.
The clock reached 12 and the battle was won. The Horde retreated, never to come back to such a place of inglorious defeat. It was a close fight, but we prevailed
What a battle. http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif