The beginning of the end saw the Persians trading knowledge with their sagacious African vassals:
Both Scientific Method and Constitution were valuable tools (though Xerxes had his doubts about the wisdom of Constitution). While Steam Power and Rifling were both dangerous military techs, Hannibal could not trade them around in a state of perpetual war.
The battle for Spain moved along quite nicely:
Iberia's rocky terrain provided natural fortification to the desperate Romans, but it was nothing that a simple application of more Cavalry couldn't remedy. Arpinum held little of use, but its production would help the war effort.
The useless city of Madras also fell:
The city was a collection of rude huts in the middle of barren desert, but the great Xerxes, in his inifinite wisom, sent out a governor to rule the place, anyway. At this point, sheer land area was more important than viability.
And that quest for land was helped immensely with the capture of Hangzhou:
Stonehenge stood obsolete, but now the very people themselves could be put to use singing the praises of the God-King. And, in the waning days of Mercantilism, every city had at least one such chorister.
The siege of Hangzhou had been long and tedious. A lack of siege meant that new Cavalry were constantly cycling to the front. As taxing as it had been for Xerxes, though, it was doubly so for Qin Shi Huang. It represented his last stand. With the city in Persian hands, he saw the writing on the wall:
Huang was allowed to live, and even govern the remnants of his meager provinces. Xerxes' true wrath was held in reserve for Caesar. The debacle in Moscow had shown that even a God-King could bleed. Rome would not be allowed to survive such an insult.
The Persian army began to trudge up the icy slopes of eastern Scandinavia:
This would be Caesar's final stronghold, and it would provide a way to tweak the isolationist Boudica as well.
Spain fell with little difficulty:
This left the thin-blooded Romans shivering along the icy banks of the North Sea. Revenge, as the saying went, is best served cold.
The fall of Harappan signaled the end of Asoka:
He was a survivor, continuing to adapt to harsher and harsher environments as Persian troops hounded him across the continent. But he was finally borought to heel and killed in a grand ceremony in Persepolis.
This attack was only part of the great mop-up of Siberia. The forces used were mostly green recruits, fresh from the Barracks, and scattered veterans. What they lacked in experience and organization, though, they more than made up for in numbers.
In 1505, Calippus was born in Egypt:
He paired up with Babylon's Great Scientist and the Great Artist already in Thebes to institute a final Golden Age.
With Golden Ages, of course, come Civics changes:
Yes, Slavery would serve us well through the end of the game. After all, what's a God-King without a shackled retinue?
Considering Boudica's wealth of technical knowledge, her mainland garrisons were awfully primitive:
Needless to say, the fall of Tolosa was more rout than battle.
In 1540, Rome's final bastion outside of the fjordlands succumbed:
As did the Bothnian city of Zhou:
Once-mighty Caesar, whose reach was felt from Portugal to Mongolia, was reduced to a pair of outposts along the Skagerrak. His dreams of empire were crushed. He had become one more skull for Xerxes' steam-throne.
Xerxes brought in a Roman emissary, longing to hear him beg:
... The God-King paused. He had sworn a blood-oath on Caesar, yes. He had more than enough troops to grind the Roman into dust, yes. But... Julius made a tempting offer. Two valuable technologies. Rome would forfeit all cities except her capital. The harrying Roman navy would be put to work against the recalcitrant Boudica, rather than simply being scuttled and sunk to the floor of the Mediterranean. And Caesar would live forever as Persia's lackey, fully aware that he had failed his people. Xerxes smiled and accepted the offer.
The Portuguese people of Navajo, meanwhile, threw themselves on the mercy of Hannibal, begging him to act as an intermediary between them and Xerxes' Immortal wrath:
The Persian king sneered, ready to make the streets flow with their treacherous blood, but, finally, he relented. Perhaps time had mellowed Xerxes, or perhaps it was his wild success against Rome, but so long as they flew a flag of the Greater Persian Empire, they could choose whatever allegiance they wanted.
Meanwhile, both Europe and Asia were busy building Transports. Xerxes was the lord of the entire supercontinent, his rule unquestioned. But, somehow, it wasn't enough. He needed more land to feel confident in his supremacy. War with the taciturn Sitting Bull was inevitable. But first, the troops would get a bit of a workout. Forces converged on Ravenna in northern Europe as a boarding station for war against England and, in Asia, it was finally time to put Tokugawa out of his misery:
The Japanese Shogun accepted the news of war with a resigned sigh. He had made a hash of things. His isolation had kept him independent, yes, but it also left him backwards and alone. Nevertheless, he was a warrior. He put on his armor, stood with his Samurai, and waited.
In the west, another island nation was wracked by war with Persia:
Xerxes had been upset at missing the Kremlin. Now it was his.
The battle for Kyoto, meanwhile, wasn't even sporting:
The city held the Great Lighthouse, which Tokugawa should have parleyed into a thriving Pacific empire, or at least tecnological parity. Ah, well.
The battle for Gergovia, at least, made for some great screenshots:
This city, on the northern tip of Scotland, with its coastal Dun on a hill, just screamed "fortress-city" to me. Sadly, once we got inside, it turned out to be just another city, frankly.
Boudica died quickly after that:
And the European troops left to hover on the edge of American waters.
The "war" against Japan also came to a rapid end:
Rather than track down Tokugawa's last island in the south Pacific, Xerxes proved himself to be a kind and generous God, and showed mercy, allowing the Japanese to capitulate. But the Pacific fleet had one more stop to make before it could head off to the New World.
Part II to follow.