The Baktrian Reich rised to the greatest nation of mankind. The inferior people of Arche Seleukeia and Ptolemaioi failed how the evolution decided. They got subjugated by the Baktrian Reich and remain only shady memories. Their skeleton of their soldiers and generals are covered with sand and earth in the infinte vastness of the East.
Few Greeks resist Baktria to restore the Reich of Alexander the Great. But the Baktrians won't rest until their task is done. They are eager to fight. Sie fordern Land und Boden! (They demand territory and soil) The Grossreich of Baktrian Nation won't fail to restore the will of their great ancestors!
They have two choices: They could fight an endless war through the Hellespont down to the greek city states under huge casulties. Or they stab a dagger from behind right in the heart of the Greek Empire! The only obstacle to forfill their god given task are the waters of the Aegean Sea!
Early spring, 173 BC
The waters are calm, the swords cut, the mind invigorated by the Baktrian propaganda machinery. The troups gathered on Creta, the last preparations are done. The Baktrian Fuhrer held a last monumental speech in front of thousands of true sons of Baktria!
Later spring, 173 BC
Anchors awaigh! The winds are good, a good sign of the gods! The Baktrian fleet under the command of the Great Admiral Triballos, a pure son of Baktria, is sailing directly towards the idyllic coastline of Greece. But the idyll is deceiving! The Baktrian soldiers thirst for blood and they will be no hold to draw them back from massacres of unreachable dimension! The Baktrian Intelligence Service has announced there will be no resistance in the Greek cities.
Summer, 173 BC
Like a leaking poison barrel, the Baktrian troups outpoor over the Greek landscape, about to poisonig all. The orders are simple: Find, torture, and kill! Four Greek cities are under siege, they have not the slightest chance to escape or defend them. The kosher butchering stations of the Baktrian Gendarmerie are already built, to absorb the uncountable number of people caught in the cities. The executioners are whetting the knifes all day long, awaiting thousands of thoats to be cut.
Autumn, 173 BC
The most important job is done, the Greek spine is in crumbs. The wine casks are opened to drive the Baktrian soldiers in their looting spree. But there's more blood spilling than wine is served. The base is laid, the army is moving to the north. The rest is a formal matter: The Greeks are done!
Baktria uber alles! Seig heil!
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