Japan: Land of the Fallen Sun

[wolf_brother]

Japan: Land of the Fallen Sun

Chapter 1:
Shunketsu looked out over the vast Fukai Jungle before him. Just beyond it, deep within a small mountain range was the fallen city of Nara. Recently stolen from his noble people by the savage Zulu, Shunketsu could only sigh in defeat over the loss of Japan's most southern base. Counterattack at this point would be suicidal, both for the men in the attack divisions and for all of Japan. As it was there was barely enough men and weapons to stop the flood of the yellow-clad marauders. He turned slightly in his saddle, signling to an under-officer. Before him a division of Japanese moved forward out of the trees; the Nagasaki forest was the only real amount of woodland north of the Fukai Jungle, besides of course the recently populated Shimonoseki coastal forests.
Shunketsu stood up slightly in his stirrups to watch his men, though truth be told it was hard to see much of anything. All he could really tell was where his blood-red swordsmen left the forest and entered the yellow-filled jungle. Within the hour the reports came in; his forces had been successful in driving back the Zulu swordsman divisions on the road to Nara, with little to no causulties. However, they had spotted the approaching Zulu army... two divisionz of archers, and five of swordsman. All atleast veterans, two of the swordsman being the elite of the Zulu military. An even more immediate problem however were the two remaining sword divisions just south and east of his encampment, and he had no more troops in the area rested enough to be able to drive them out. He had also heard through the many reports pouring in that another sword division was approaching Tokyo, and a Impi divisions sweeping by Yokohama. There was nothing he could do about those, the local mikoto would have to deal with it...

...but it was frightening, considering the vast amount of the savages pouring through the boarders. Shunketsu shuddered to think would happen if they failed and the beasts poured out into the vast open areas of the 'core cities' as the military leaders were starting to refer to them; that is the Capital city of Kyoto and the major military points of Osaka and Edo.
Even worse was that in their blood-lust no diplomat returned alive from trying to reason with the savages. And finally no contact had been able to be made with the Japan's 'allies', the Germans in the south. Last reports of the area shown that several German cities had been burned to the ground, a fate Shunketsu could only be glad Nara didn't have to suffer.

Chapter 2:
Shunketsu breathed in deeply, trying to focus himself, though it was very hard. Wrapped tightly and securely in healing bandages, laying in on an uncomfortable cot, it was hard to think of anything when he new the more time he spent wasting in bed was more time the savages had to drive further into his ancestor's sacred lands. The nurses even had hired a commoner, a simple farmer to guard him. 'Guard' they said, though he knew the man was there to keep him from escaping to go fight the invaders. Just because he had thought about it didn't mean he actually would.
He sighed, opening his eyes as he laid back at against the tattered mound of cloth that served as a pillow; atleast he had that. It wasn't much, considering he knew the fate of the people outside such a secure room. For him, time may have slowed to a stand-still in this tiny room, but outside the world continued at its own pace. The Zulu continued to pour across the boarders.

Another army had been sited as it crossed the dotted lines on the maps that shown the boarders between the two nations; this one of four sword divisions but only one arrow. And a another, smaller battle group was approaching Tokyo; three veteran sword divisions. The only good news was that, for now atleast, the beasts had turned their attention away from the city of Yokohama.
Just then Shunketsu heard a scraping outside his door, and a great amount of ruckus and shouting. Surely not assassains he thought, though all the same he struggled to reach for the the dagger he had hidden under his tangle of a pillow. Just as his hand wrapped around the hilt of the near hand-length cold iron blade, an under-officer busted into the room, with his 'guard' and several nurses close behind.
"No, you must not bother him, he is still much too weak." Chattered Airashii Otome, the cheif healer. Tall, but not too tall, Airashii Otome would have been good-looking if not for the scar running almost verticle across the left side of her face. Airashii was one of the few to make it out of Nara alive. Not all of the survivors had such good looking scars.
The young officer ignored the woman, turning and bowing curtly to Shunketsu. It was firm policy of his to only follow the traditional flivalory as much as was required. This was war, not a bath party.
"Mikoto, the savages have turned their forces east. They are heading for Tokyo."

"How many?"
"Two divisions of arrow, and six of swords just outside the city in the hills sir. Two more swords just in the southlands of the Nagasaki forest, and two swords and another arrow in the jungles south of the Tokyo hills."
"So few?"
"No sir." The young officer replied, not catching Shunketsu's sarcasm. "Another five sword divisions are just outside our boarders, with a division of archers to support them. Also sir.. there is a small division of swords just outside the city in the forests. Their only regulars.. but still..."
There was but only one option. "Tokyo will have to be sacrified." Shunketsu continued on, almost ontop of the gasps from the peasantry within the room. He was surprised to see the young officer taken back aswell. Did the man really expect him to send the only thing keeping the savages out of the peaceful homelands to protect Tokyo? It could not be done. "We will remember the city forever, aswell as the lives of those who will die there soon. Now, tell me of what military we have..."

 

[stocktracker]

What is the difficulty on this game? It looks high with all of the enemy units heading to your cities.

 

[conquer_dude]

Yeah... I don't think I could take that.

I wast just thinking how seriously you wrote this. You should make a book.

 

[wolf_brother]

Ack, sorry about there being such a space of time between my first post and this, I hope to get a new one up soon, finals have been time-consuming.

Oh and to answer stocktracker it's only on monarch, but the RNG has been screwing me royally all game.

 

[wolf_brother]

Chapter 3:
Shunketsu looked on from his observation tower, in the heart of Nagasaki. From here he could see the land for leagues, across the winding No-Buru river, even as far as the lost city of Tokyo upon its golden hills. He could even see the savage zulu who approached this last line city. All who fought today knew and understood that if Nagasaki fell, then there would be no future for Japan. North from here the land widens out, expanding into the floodplains and vast open, rich lands of Osaka, Edo & Kagoshima. The desert village of Ise would be burned to the ground, and the great birthplace of the ancestors would fall; the great city of Kyoto. No, here is the place where the invaders must be stopped.
Shunketsu turned his attention to the approaching yellow-clad infedels, counting again the number of divisions there must be just outside of this fortess city. Four swords divisions and one archer component directly due west of the city; it appeared the marauders would try and swing around both the city and the newly built toride of Kyassuru, crossing over the lonely mountain of Sabishii. That of course, could not be allowed. Just south of that was six sword divisions, again with the small division of arhcers for support, and just beyond them on the northenmost hill of Tokyo were another two swords, and again an archer. Just south of the city was a single division of swordsman, tired and haggard after battle with the approaching band of Japanese bowman from Yokohama. Further outside of the city a bandit brigade of Impi approached, with another such division further south.
To combat all these opponents Shunketsu only had two archer divisions, a band of horseman and a division of swordsman, aswell as his own highly skilled cavalry division. The city had but one division of spearman to defend itself, with another being trained and a group of warriors from the north being intrstructed in how to properly use a sword.
His comrade in charge of Kyassuru was Musha, a highly decorated warrior. He also commanded a division of cavalry, aswell as four divisions of horseman and a band of spears to guard the toride. A total of 10 divisions that could be actively used in combat. He prayed to the ancestors it would be enough. He sent the signal to his liege man, and the word went down the line. Within moments the great fires had been lit, so that Musha would know that the attack was to start aswell from his own position. The zulu savage would not get beyond this city.

Chapter 4:
Musha looked on in horror at all that remained of the sacred lands from the yellow plague. He and his men had fought bravely in the field of battle, slaying several of the enemy. Unfortunely word from the north was that things had not gone aswell for the rest of the Japanese forces. Of the original divisions defending this last line against the Zulu, only two horse division and a bow division remained the latter critically wounded in its battle and would need to heal and train new members to once again fill its ranks. Of the enemy, little to no progess at all. The main battalation still stood just outside of the city of Nagaski to Musha's north-west. Though the fores there had been considerably wounded, it would not be enough; not at the cost to the Japanese forces. Worse, his comrade-in-arms,Shunketsu, the leader of the Nagaski battle forces had fallen in battle, along with all the rest of his division in the counter-attack against the most hated enemy. His memory would not be forgotten, but his sacrifice was in vain, for they did little to no damage to the Zulu forces.

It was in the quite twilight of dusk that Musha sat down to write his last will and final notations to his beloved family still alive in Edo. The enemy would not be defeated at Nagasaki, and the whole of the nation would fall into chaos. He told them not of these things of course, merely that he would miss them greately, and that they should flee to the most northernly villages and hope that the savages brutality would not reach that far. To his eldest son, Kibou he gave his title and the way into the family records and fortunes; such would be needed.

Chapter 5:
It was to a joyful crowd that Musha returned home to, as his division of calvalry marched proudly into the city of Edo. Not long after the counter-assualt at Nagasaki, a battle which was already being named Shunketsu's Gamble in the streets and villages, contact was finally able to be made with the brutes from the south, and a peace contract was arranged. In return for their future the Japanese people would pay the Zulu some 90 riches from her valuts, and would teach the savages the art of Literature. It was an expinsive cost, but the only option the Japanese people had left.
Sorrow was the only thing on Musha's mind later that night, as he finally returned to his home. He found merely a house, an empty shell of the joy and life that had once been there. Unable to leave the sacred land of their ancestors, and unwilling to die a peety death to a savage his family had commited gishiki-jisatsu.

 

[conquer_dude]

Wow... Nice story.