The nurse told the visitor that the Generalissimo was sleeping
and that he should not be disturbed. The young assistant sub-advisor
to the president walked away dejected, then he heard an old but
strong voice cry, "For Pete's sake Lois, let the boy in, all I
ever get to do these days is sleep!" Generalissimo Charis de
Esperanza y Fe used to be a top man in the military in the
rugged 'Nomad Regime', before there was law and order brought
by the great leader and visionary founder, Gannon. He was known
for his strong strategic grasp, but eventually fired for his
'weak' tactics. Weak in the sense of... not ruthless. The
Generalissimo was, although a military leader, a quiet and
gentle man. A man of 'morals', some would say. That didn't fit
in the 'old' ways, but some hoped that it would be the foundation
of the new nation known as "Spain."
"Generalissimo, I have some questions in this interim time of
government transition. Sir, how are we doing? Are you happy with
our strong military?!" El General sighed a deep sigh -- once
again a political newcomer would assume that 'more is better'
would be the Generals attitude. "Actually, no son, it doesn't
fit. Gannon is a good man, and he has set us on a path to survive,
to be ready in case of any thing, and he has done just a fine
job in his reign. But he pointed out our key problem, under-
expansion. We're all square on military police, but those boys
should be out scouting. That's not Germany over there, it's
Arabia."
"What's the difference?" "Germany would sooner wipe you off the
planet than give a second thought to your extermination. Those
bad boys are aggressive, and can build archers right out of the
gate, vets even. They're bad news to have this close. Arabia,
they've got nothing better than reg warriors for offense, no
defense at all, and are far more interested in grabbing prime
land. Our land. We could literally go with no troops whatsoever
and co-exist with these guys, while you wouldn't do that with
Bizmark. If, and it's a hypothetical if, we wanted early war,
our troops wouldn't help either. We would need archers, and
a good half-dozen of them for a quick quick blitz, or, more my
style, build a solid core of four outstanding cities, each with
barracks, build up 10-12 vet troops, then go capture their
capital and another 4-5 cities, then own the continent."
"But that's immoral, and that's not the way Spain works!!!"
El General's voice became more impassioned. Those tactics
are precisely what the old regime would have done. "Our
rules of engagement have changed, son. We can't just go
pickin' wars cuz we feel like it! Peace through faith, and
through strength! Tell me, what is our most pressing need?"
Young Homer thought about it, and said "Our leader Gannon said
it's for more cities." "He's spot on boy, how do we do that?"
Homer was silent, unsure. "Not with more troops, but with
settlers, right? You know what I see at Madrid, Homer?"
"A strong city with ivory?" "Nope, a settler farm!!"
"A what?????"
"A settler farm. Three wheats - that is an *amazing* starting
location. The game is already won so to speak, our nation's
future is bright and sure!" Homer looked both surprised and
confused. "We needs 20 bushels of food to grow, and our workers,
they get confused with extras. In their minds, if you need 20,
then 19+6 is 20. 19+1 is 20. 18+5 is 20. Odd math, so as a
leader, you gotta help that city governor out! If we rake
in an even 5 bushels per year, you'll never waste anyway.
Same thing with shields btw, everything costs 10 shields or
a multiple. So 9+9 is only 10. That's 'Governor math', and
it's for the birds. Help 'em out! Shoot for fives, Homer,
shoot for fives."
This was still too much new info for Homer. The Generalissimo
continued. "Population is power! More cities, more income,
more shields, more money, more everything. Food is population.
So food is power! Anyway, a Settler Farm is where you have
an excess of five food per year, and enough shields so that
you crank out a new settler every 5-6 turns, over and over
until the whole planet is filled with glorious Spanish
cities. Our very unusual situation - we have TONS of food,
more than we can eat in a decade, but we're a bit shield
poor. Thank goodness for those forests! Our core gives us
a shield and two base food. Take two irrigated wheat and
three forest, our irrigated plains and what do we have?
+7 food and a total of 8 shields. That's a settler every
four turns, which is outstanding! In fact even that is more
food than we need. We'll cycle around size 5 to 7 and back
to five."
"Settlers? Nothing but settlers from our great capital??"
"Well sure! If we can't fight for land son, we have to
go-go-go and found it all in peace while we still can.
Once all the land is taken, there'll be time for more
glorious projects. Those workers will be a little sad
around size six, but with two MP and the ivory, just a
small portion of taxes to luxuries will fix that. Just
don't hire any clowns, the people must work!"
(Btw... since Madris is on a river, we could hit one
settler per *three* turns letting it grow larger and
micromanaging, but that's a story for another day)
"What about defenders for the new cities? The Arabs will
run us over!" El Generalissimo sighed, "Like I said,
they won't, until they run out of land to safely settle.
Let's assume these folks want to live in peace until
they prove otherwise. And if they don't, they better
pray they don't attack us when the General is still
alive!" these words got him agitated and he started
to cough and sputter. "Maybe I better rest, I'm not
as young as I used to be. Still, I need to fill you
in on the defense plan before you go Homer. In a
word, Barcelona."
"Division of labor! In your capital and first city,
one goes high food, the other high shields. One is
a settler producer, one a troop producer. Look at
all them prime bonus grasslands and forest at Barcelona,
Homer! Glorious!! Mine a few of those, and let
Barcelona also grow to size 6, and you know what we
have?" "A city stuck due to lack of aqueduct and
with happiness problems?" "NO!! TEN!! We have ten!"
Homer was lost again. "10 shields per turn, not 9,
but 10. You know what the difference is?" "1 tiny
shield, 10%?" "No, 100%!!"

"At 10 shields per turn you get one warrior per turn,
or one spear in two. With 9 you get one warrior per
two, one spear for four. That's DOUBLE the troop
output. That's a huge difference, son, not just one
piddly shield. The power of ten, Homer!"
"Get Barcelona working on a barracks, and NOW. It's
going to produce, conservatively, about two dozen
units. So those extra shields it takes to build
a barracks will really pay for themselves several
times over. With vet defenders everywhere and
Barcelona able to kick out a vet archer every other
turn, heaven help the foe that opposes us!"
Homer was reeling from all these ideas. "Let me get
this straight... let Madrid and Barcelona both
grow to size five or six, build no more military for
the next 500 years, start a barracks in Barcelona and
a settler in Madrid, and don't sweat 10-20% lux tax?
Get a worker over to mine Barcelona's grass asap? Right?"
"Yes, go now Homer. I'm sure your fellow politicians
and most of our future leaders know this, but on the
off chance these words are new to any of them,
I wanted to pen down these thoughts. The fact that
we have only two cities and that at Madrid we're NOT
working the wheat tile right now suggests that our
fellow Spaniards might need to hear these words.
Oh, and give my best wishes to Grimjack! I know
he'll do a great job, as our friend Gannon has!"

El Generalissimo Charis de Esperanza and Fe
(PS If this indirect style of making comments is too long, confusing, puts pressure on anyone, or is otherwise not appropriate for players in this game speak up!! I'm the guest here, and am just trying to be helpful, but I don't know y'all styles yet)