Eltain
Deity
Bah you uber-religious folks. Why can't y'all let things rest?
POOC: Then why not call it the Kato Empire?No. We are Kato and we are proud about it.
You dont have soldiers. We have soldiers. Your men have and other works. Our men live to be soldiers. All other works are done by slaves. Our men do nothing but war. They train 7 hours every day and if they kill less than 3 enemy soldiers in the battlefield, they are executed. We are true warriors. And you dont know about the Warriors of the Sun? They are Priests Warriors who give their lives for the Sun God and his Son: Emperor Tokugawa!!
We have conquered all of Japan. We have defeated more than 3 enemies together at the same time. We fought Japanese Clans and Barbarians. We landed and took over the Island of Kitano.
We are the Japanese Empire!!
And the Unsullied would destroy both of your armies in an even three to one fight.You Emperor is a blind fool, and an effeminate transvestite. His Empress is a whore who straddles slaves for a half-copper. Your soldiers are indeed an impressive collection, presuming that this 'training' that you speak of involves accepting the embrace of livestock. Any given Hyakkid could defeat ten times their number when matched against your 'warrior' priests even if they if they trained 14 hours a day. We would add further comments of how this rendered our forces twenty-fold stronger than yours, but we are aware that your confederation or oriental islanders has not yet grasped mathematics beyond what they can count on their own two hands.
There is no prayer but battle.
The sun is but a servant of heaven, his son an illegitimate fraud.
Takarzi reigns in Heaven, and Hyak is his weapon.
Bah you uber-religious folks. Why can't y'all let things rest?
POOC: Then why not call it the Kato Empire?
Anyways: Bring it on faithful chumps!
A dumb religious fanatic leading a pile of cannibals into the spears of a very experienced general. [sarcasm]Your victory is assured![/sarcasm]Because religious war, that's why. Who doesn't like a super massive crusading army of bloodthirsty and fanatical half cannibalistic suicidal spear wielders rushing into enemy lines till mountains of bodies reach the sky?
To give the equivalent of what is about to happen, think like this; if you know what the Tiger Stadium is in the USA, Vahlshallah and it's allies are bringing about two thirds of the capacity of that stadium to bear. Add in Beurtgang troops and Ostavans and Iron Lances, and other Faithful, and you are looking more towards filling the entire stadium up.
I think your armies are perhaps... a tenth of the size of ours? If that much, so what will essentially happen is, you can hold for a long time, and if only a few troops get chucked at you at a time sure, but against a dedicated and massive front, skill won't matter next to numbers.
But have fun, it will be the fight of the millenia!
A dumb religious fanatic leading a pile of cannibals into the spears of a very experienced general. [sarcasm]Your victory is assured![/sarcasm]
A dumb religious fanatic leading a pile of cannibals into the spears of a very experienced general. [sarcasm]Your victory is assured![/sarcasm]
POOC Story:Your spears can be sharp enough to pierce the heavens and make the gods themselves bleed, and you can stand in rank and file as much as you like... but eventually, you will collapse from a sustained assault from the hordes of troops crashing in around you from all directions as they squeeze the life from you.
POOC Story:
Yet again, the faithful horde climbed the pile of dead faithful to reach their death at the top. The footing was treacherous, and many injured themselves in the climb. This had been happening for ten days, yet the army of faithful still poured upward into the death that awaited them. finally, on the tenth day of fighting, the armies of Armorica broke and ran down the hill. In glee, the armies of the Faithful horde chased down the Armoricans. The Armoricans stayed one step ahead of them throughout the chase. The chase led into a valley and the faithful charged on. Suddenly, the fleeing Armoricans formed line and a sharp whistle was heard on the wind. That is when it all broke loose. The gods themselves had turned on the faithful horde as legions of fresh troops poured into the sides of the charging remnants. The faithful horde broke for the last time on the eleventh day. The Armorican army waited for two weeks, but all news they received about the war was that the faithful had retreated. They then got up and took out Faithful city after Faithful city, none survived under their slaughter.