Hammurabi, that old fool, grovelled at the feet of the Native American president:
There was a desperate terror in his eyes. The kind of terror that screamed that if his debasement was postponed for the sake of a few more conquests, he would surely throw himself at other world leaders, one by one, until somebody came to his rescue. And Justinian could not be allowed to be Babylon's Cataphract in shining armor. Ink was put to paper; diplomats spread the word. Hammurabi had joined the Family.
Justinian, for his part, saw the writing on the wall:
The conflict would no longer be himself and the Babylonian remnant arrayed against the invaders. With Hammurabi capitulated, Justinian would now be the outnumbered combatant. He stood down. Ragnar, his cities teeming with conquest-minded Infantry and looking desirously at The Bull's European possessions, revolted against this cowardice and broke free from Byzantium's Vassal network. Of course, now finding himself without the support of Justinian's vast numbers he, too, lost his nerve. An uneasy peace settled upon the land...
In the Bureaucratic chambers of Carthage, meanwhile, a fanatical young clerk named Isabella Castellano had became a thorn in President Hannibal Barca's side. Assigned the makework duty of discovering inefficiencies in the system, she was appalled to discover just how much the Canadian Possessions were costing in Overseas Maintenance. These were a vanity project of the president's, of course, born out of a desire to claim an overseas empire. But Miss Castellano would not relent, publishing paper after paper decrying this boondoggle. Finally, in a moment of ruthless genius, Hannibal solved his problem. If this green bureaucrat thought she could administer the Possessions better than President Barca could, she was welcome to try:
Isabella, exiled from the comforts of Carthage to an icy prison, wept.
Farther south, a band of American Cavalry crashed into one of the world's last unspoiled lost tribes:
And found the natives less than thrilled at the contact. Far removed from the Cahokia command structure, though, and disappointed at the lack of plunder to be found, the horsemen killed the villagers to a man, then returned to Cuzco to rule the town with an iron fist. A number of reports decrying the sorry state of affairs in the frontier town have run in the
Islander Free Press, but, citing logistical difficulties, such action was postponed.
Behind closed doors, it was agreed that, so long as the backwater paid its taxes and contributed to the Scientific discourse of the day, the condition of its people was of little concern. Not when every available soldier and bit of ordnance was being sent to east India:
The backwards Khmer had long been valuable trading partners, paying well for ancient Technology. But their increasingly strained relations with Korea, combined with their military ineptitude and the lushness of their lands, meant that they could not be left to their own devices for much longer.
Hammurabi, having the bulk of his army dangerously close to his border with Suryavarman, was redirected by Native American strategists northward, to the mountains of Nepal. The bulk of The Bull's army struck at the Malaysian core:
The Khmer's pointy sticks and primitive bows were no match for a modern assault, complete with air support.
What they lacked in sophistication, though, they made up for in numbers:
Suryavarman, seeing that his cause was lost, sent a stack of 40+ Trebuchets, Ballista Elephants, Knights, and Pikemen to die attacking the Native American army, which was heading east into southern China. The Khmer forces were obliterated, but the damage they had done was considerable. Among the casualties was George Patton, crusty old veteran of the Babylonian siege. He fought well, singlehandedly picking off a brigade of charging Knights. A full memorial service was conducted on the Cahokia parade grounds. Even the reclusive Sitting Bull was in attendance, shedding a single, masculine tear as the body was laid to rest.
Of course, this gesture of defiance on Suryavarman's part was just that: a gesture. The Northern Army was forced to withdraw to heal and reinforce, but the Southern Army pressed on, laying claim to the peninsula:
Reinforcements from America had stalled briefly as the homeland industrialized, building Factories and Power Plants, but troop output was back up to full strength.
Tenochtitlan, Production capital of the free world, took a breather from pumping out one-turn Infantry to centralize the empire's finest military minds:
Combined with the ubiquitous Barracks in nearly every city, this permitted troops to have the same skills and discipline of Theocratic zealots or Feudal Vassal-Soldiers without the need to backslide culturally.
By 1726, the long-dormant Transport fleet had arrived in the South China Sea, so not even Suryavarman's island possessions were safe:
By this point the war had become a rout. The Khmer leader begged for vassalage, that he might be saved as Hammurabi had been saved. Suryavarman, though, was so disliked that the rest of the world turned a blind eye as his lands were pillaged with impunity.
Indeed, the rest of the world continued to make lucrative deals with Native America:
This set off a population boom in the American core that is still being felt as of this writing.
The introduction of Tanks only hastened the war on the Khmer. This next screenshot is beautiful, if only because how often do you get to send armored units against state-of-the-art Longbows on Immortal?
By 1736, Suryavarman was broken and confined to Mongolia and a few minor Pacific islands. He had nothing left of value to conquer. With a modern army and finally ready to start thinking about his showdown with Justinian, Michael Bull allowed the Khmer monarch to kiss the ring:
And with that I decided to end the round. Vimayapura is a city on the northwestern coast of Australia, so it actually has some potential, though I am considering gifting it to Hammurabi, both to curry favor and to get the map to make a little more sense.
Speaking of, it's been a while since I posted the maps:
I'm a little unsure of Tenochtitlan's build of the Cristo Redentor. Do we see a lot of Civics changes in the endgame? I mean, maybe a dip into Police State or whatnot, but that'd be about it, right? And Cahokia's build of Rock'n'Roll? I mean, Happiness is always a good thing, but is it a waste of time?
The Diplomacy Web:
Let them hate, so long as they fear!
Science:
I don't know what to sell to Pacal for that purse of his. Artillery, maybe? Railroad? Definitely not Assembly Line.
I finally have enough data to put together a Power Chart:
Of course, Justinian's not on it, which is a bummer. But we're, um, stronger than Wang Kon!
Victory conditions:
We'll have more land area once our new Southeast Asian possessions come out of revolt, but we still have some work to do. I don't even think a final war with Justinian will win the game without another round or so of mopup.
Finally, a look at our military:
We're kinda low on siege, aren't we? Ah, well. I think that the age of Artillery is kind of past. What we need now is lots and lots of Bombers.
So there we have it. I'm going to leave a reasonable garrison in the east to ward off any shenanigans by Korea, and move the bulk of the army back west to Babylon to prepare for the climax against Byzantium. Any last words of advice?
The save: