I was away with my main army in the Yatenga Lands, destroying and occupying it, when this happened in the namyri north. The Principality declares war and takes the city of Deema without much resistance. The enemy's army of knights are pouring into Namyr!
The road into central Namyr seems open for the Principality knights, and while the main Namyri army is pulled back from Yatenga, after their victory there, and new troops are raised in the homeland, the guards in the north scramble their small numbers and march out.
This guy is a frigging hero. He has beaten off at least five attacks by Principality knights. He's a lone spearman heavily entrenched in forest and he even does a few successful counterattacks. This guy saved Namyr before dying an honourable death.
Finally! The Main Army has returned after its campaign far away and is now prepareing for the counterattack to retake our territory and teach those proud knights a lesson never to be forgot! The King stands at the front of the Namyri army and calmly lets the catapults work on the fortifications.
Whow! The enemy shows up with reinforcements! It's now or never. Charge, gentlemen! The King leads the final charge that breaks the defence of Deema and the garrison is slaughtered in revenge of the Namyri garrison that was slaughtered when the enemy took it!
Ha-haa! Vengeance at last! But the enemy's line is still intact; we will now make a counterattack and turn them over.