Author's Note: This will be the second to last chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Civilization II.
Barbarian Lord
Chapter 3
Two days passed wearily. By day, I watched the troops and by night I held councils with my officers. I knew it would be at least another five days until we reached Sparta. I hoped we wouldn't run into any armies on the way, knowing that surprise was the key element in our victory. My wish would not come true though.
It was a hot day with the sun beating down mercilessly on our helmets. I felt envious of the archers, who didn't have to wear this heavy armor that wore us out. With no shade-giving clouds in the sky and two days of desert ahead of us until we reached Sparta, I stopped in a gorge where a medium- sized stream rushed through. My soldiers had set up tents and were happily engaging in conversation with their fellow soldiers while cleaning their armor, glad for the rest. My scouts had reported that this was the last stop for water before reaching Sparta so I decided to let the troops rest for a day.
I lay in my tent that night, listening to the singing of the men. Rolling my eyes at the stupidity of the troops to sing when we did not know how close an enemy might be, I rolled out of bed and went outside. I was just about to tell my officers to shut the men up when a single arrow fell out of the sky and hit an archer in the chest. My officers and men standing around watched in horror as the archer gave one last raspy breath and fell down on the cold ground. "We're under attack!" I shouted as arrows, some flaming and some not, flew down. Soldiers, who had been standing around in shock a few moments before, quickly regained their senses and ran about, collecting their armor and weapons. I called all the troops who were nearby into a formation to protect them from the arrows. With the soldiers in the middle holding up their shields as protection and the soldiers on the outside holding their shields either in the front or on either side, I ordered those troops to rush up the right side of the gorge. Luckily, I had chosen the correct men for officers for they too were ordering the troops to charge onto the archers. After 20 long minutes and many falling, we reached the top and started cutting down the enemy archers.
When the entire foe was destroyed, I gathered up what troops were left and took roll. The results were terrible. The enemy had wiped out an archer unit and heavily decimated the other, due to the archers' lack of armor. They had also damaged both legion units. I ordered a three day rest to recuperate. Knowing the enemy knew that we were coming, I sent a messenger back to my two nearest cities with orders to create new archer units and new legion units.
When the three days were up, the messenger returned saying that a chariot unit would arrive today and that archers and legions were on the way. Once the chariot unit arrived, the army set out again. I would not be turned from my goal as long as I had enough troops to carry it out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Civilization II.
Barbarian Lord
Chapter 3
Two days passed wearily. By day, I watched the troops and by night I held councils with my officers. I knew it would be at least another five days until we reached Sparta. I hoped we wouldn't run into any armies on the way, knowing that surprise was the key element in our victory. My wish would not come true though.
It was a hot day with the sun beating down mercilessly on our helmets. I felt envious of the archers, who didn't have to wear this heavy armor that wore us out. With no shade-giving clouds in the sky and two days of desert ahead of us until we reached Sparta, I stopped in a gorge where a medium- sized stream rushed through. My soldiers had set up tents and were happily engaging in conversation with their fellow soldiers while cleaning their armor, glad for the rest. My scouts had reported that this was the last stop for water before reaching Sparta so I decided to let the troops rest for a day.
I lay in my tent that night, listening to the singing of the men. Rolling my eyes at the stupidity of the troops to sing when we did not know how close an enemy might be, I rolled out of bed and went outside. I was just about to tell my officers to shut the men up when a single arrow fell out of the sky and hit an archer in the chest. My officers and men standing around watched in horror as the archer gave one last raspy breath and fell down on the cold ground. "We're under attack!" I shouted as arrows, some flaming and some not, flew down. Soldiers, who had been standing around in shock a few moments before, quickly regained their senses and ran about, collecting their armor and weapons. I called all the troops who were nearby into a formation to protect them from the arrows. With the soldiers in the middle holding up their shields as protection and the soldiers on the outside holding their shields either in the front or on either side, I ordered those troops to rush up the right side of the gorge. Luckily, I had chosen the correct men for officers for they too were ordering the troops to charge onto the archers. After 20 long minutes and many falling, we reached the top and started cutting down the enemy archers.
When the entire foe was destroyed, I gathered up what troops were left and took roll. The results were terrible. The enemy had wiped out an archer unit and heavily decimated the other, due to the archers' lack of armor. They had also damaged both legion units. I ordered a three day rest to recuperate. Knowing the enemy knew that we were coming, I sent a messenger back to my two nearest cities with orders to create new archer units and new legion units.
When the three days were up, the messenger returned saying that a chariot unit would arrive today and that archers and legions were on the way. Once the chariot unit arrived, the army set out again. I would not be turned from my goal as long as I had enough troops to carry it out.