Jatta Pake
Warlord
Don't Call It A Comeback
The fat lady has exited stage left. My Ottomans have been bruised, beaten, and had their teeth kicked in but they refuse to go down for the count.
My only tool for survival, the Ottoman Imperial Navy, has become my single mystical weapon of destruction that I'm bringing down upon my enemies. My navy won two decisive victories for my empire which reversed our collapsing fortunes.
Clad in Iron
Portugal remained obsessed with conducting a naval invasion of my continent from the continent she shares with the Byzantines. She ruled the high seas with her air power forcing me back into the waters near my coasts. Armed with Iron Clads, Privateers, and Riflemen, Portugal set sail for my continent. Her airpower gave her false confidence as she left the range of her bombers.
As Portugal approached my coasts, my eastern navy swarmed her ships. My Frigates pounded her Ironclads to near death before for my Privateers swooped in and captured them. Portugal watched in abject horror as her navy became my navy. As my newly commandeered ships trained their Ironclad guns on her ships containing soldiers, Portugal could only watch in horror as thousands died in a fiery ocean of death and destruction. Portugal offered peace.
Indian Thunder
Ghandi refused peace so I set my ten Frigates and two Privateers upon his neighboring coastal city with a vengeance. The city had been a staging point for the invading hordes that had obliterated by capital. This was the bulk of my Imperial Navy, and it was crewed by thousands who had lost family in the destruction and occupation of Istanbul. There was no mercy.
The canons unleashed a black thunderstorm of cannonballs and shot upon the Indian city for three turns. Captured Indian citizens would later report that the sun itself was blacked out by the storm of firepower. Highly trained and equipped Indian Great War infantry were no match for the onslaught. The city was reduced from Pop 17 to Pop 8 as my troops marched in.
Ghandi begged for peace. With a snear, I gave it to him. A massive caravan of gold and luxuries were sent to me from India as terms.
The Indian city gave me my third factory allowing me to choose an ideology. The world's superpowers - Greece, Portugal, and Venice were all following Freedom. The vast majority of civilizations were following Order. Only India and Siam were Autocracies. I had a decision to make but I still faced a pesky war with Greece.
Korea finally declared war on Greece. Korea and I have remained friends throughout my wars. Korea had been gobbling up his neighbors but he was now bumping up against Greece. Fierce rivals, war between the two was inevitable.
You would think a war with a highly advanced Korea would make Greece reconsider his stalled efforts at attacking me and my Silver Citadel. Apparently, Alex has not yet received the news that I made peace with Portugal and India. Or he is an abject fool.
In any event, Greece refuses to even consider peace. So I continue to lure him up against my Silver Citadel and butcher his Riflemen with Gatling Guns. The men firing the Gatling Guns also lost family when India and Greece sacked my capital, and they've assured me that they could bathe the southern jungles in Greek blood for the rest of eternity.
As I looked out across my empire from my repaired Palace in my Pop 4 capital, I weighed my options. If I pursued Freedom, I could ally myself with the world superpowers and probably achieve a lasting peace with Greece. If I pursued Order, I would strengthen my relationship with Korea and the majority of world's civs. Autocracy put me in league with two oddballs. My choice was clear.
I chose Autocracy.
The fat lady has exited stage left. My Ottomans have been bruised, beaten, and had their teeth kicked in but they refuse to go down for the count.
My only tool for survival, the Ottoman Imperial Navy, has become my single mystical weapon of destruction that I'm bringing down upon my enemies. My navy won two decisive victories for my empire which reversed our collapsing fortunes.
Clad in Iron
Portugal remained obsessed with conducting a naval invasion of my continent from the continent she shares with the Byzantines. She ruled the high seas with her air power forcing me back into the waters near my coasts. Armed with Iron Clads, Privateers, and Riflemen, Portugal set sail for my continent. Her airpower gave her false confidence as she left the range of her bombers.
As Portugal approached my coasts, my eastern navy swarmed her ships. My Frigates pounded her Ironclads to near death before for my Privateers swooped in and captured them. Portugal watched in abject horror as her navy became my navy. As my newly commandeered ships trained their Ironclad guns on her ships containing soldiers, Portugal could only watch in horror as thousands died in a fiery ocean of death and destruction. Portugal offered peace.
Indian Thunder
Ghandi refused peace so I set my ten Frigates and two Privateers upon his neighboring coastal city with a vengeance. The city had been a staging point for the invading hordes that had obliterated by capital. This was the bulk of my Imperial Navy, and it was crewed by thousands who had lost family in the destruction and occupation of Istanbul. There was no mercy.
The canons unleashed a black thunderstorm of cannonballs and shot upon the Indian city for three turns. Captured Indian citizens would later report that the sun itself was blacked out by the storm of firepower. Highly trained and equipped Indian Great War infantry were no match for the onslaught. The city was reduced from Pop 17 to Pop 8 as my troops marched in.
Ghandi begged for peace. With a snear, I gave it to him. A massive caravan of gold and luxuries were sent to me from India as terms.
The Indian city gave me my third factory allowing me to choose an ideology. The world's superpowers - Greece, Portugal, and Venice were all following Freedom. The vast majority of civilizations were following Order. Only India and Siam were Autocracies. I had a decision to make but I still faced a pesky war with Greece.
Korea finally declared war on Greece. Korea and I have remained friends throughout my wars. Korea had been gobbling up his neighbors but he was now bumping up against Greece. Fierce rivals, war between the two was inevitable.
You would think a war with a highly advanced Korea would make Greece reconsider his stalled efforts at attacking me and my Silver Citadel. Apparently, Alex has not yet received the news that I made peace with Portugal and India. Or he is an abject fool.
In any event, Greece refuses to even consider peace. So I continue to lure him up against my Silver Citadel and butcher his Riflemen with Gatling Guns. The men firing the Gatling Guns also lost family when India and Greece sacked my capital, and they've assured me that they could bathe the southern jungles in Greek blood for the rest of eternity.
As I looked out across my empire from my repaired Palace in my Pop 4 capital, I weighed my options. If I pursued Freedom, I could ally myself with the world superpowers and probably achieve a lasting peace with Greece. If I pursued Order, I would strengthen my relationship with Korea and the majority of world's civs. Autocracy put me in league with two oddballs. My choice was clear.
I chose Autocracy.