Playing as the french a stack of Danish bezerkers and mounted cleric melted my 3 unit deep spear wall and slaughtered every man woman and child in the city of Antwerp

again as the french having landed outside Antioch on Crusade - to be greeted by the mongol horde

it was late in the afternoon - the sun was setting blood red
in the distance
their many banners rippled in the wind
we were mesmerised by their dance of death
our men fell where they stood in neat little squares in formation
having cut us down to half our size - the dance over - they vanished into the desert sands