This isn't really a story just something which I would if its only really me but, I've been at war with the French for 400 years once, the city of Orleans changed hands 15 times in that period. Not only that I was besieging Paris for about 100 years, I just couldn't get into it. So really just a question am I alone or have you ever been in a war you just can't win?
The longest you've been at war?
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ArmoredCavalry
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There have been some pretty long wars in these forums. I believe someone was at the war with the romans since 1AD or somthing(2000 years).
I have only been in 1 war I couldn't win, lasted about 100 years. BUT, I waged the war to switch the AIs' (roosevelt, peter, and MM) production away from the SS. since I was defending against a superior land force, THEY thought I should give up bombay to end the war, yet I was the one sinking thier entire land force before they reached my boarders, lol. Not winnable, but an entirely 1 sided battle.
I have only been in 1 war I couldn't win, lasted about 100 years. BUT, I waged the war to switch the AIs' (roosevelt, peter, and MM) production away from the SS. since I was defending against a superior land force, THEY thought I should give up bombay to end the war, yet I was the one sinking thier entire land force before they reached my boarders, lol. Not winnable, but an entirely 1 sided battle.
Adonias
Warlord
In GOTM 4... at war with Alex from 3500BC-ish to 1200AD-ish... not that he was a threat, or hard to take down, I just didn't make it a priority, but didn't want him to build up anything either. Staying at war is perfect for disabling an AI (effect is even better at higher difficulty levels)
phoenix_sprite
King
the longest war I had was with the Japanese, it's was a pangea setting and I had conquered every other nation on the continent except Japan. My army was exausted, I had almost no navy and I was on constant attack because of Japan. It lasted about 500 years; the time to recover an army big enough to conquer a medium and persistant country.
phoenix_sprite
King
My Keshiks destroyed them all!
Sisiutil
All Leader Challenger
Longest war I ever had was also against the Japanese while playing as Rome on a pangaea map. (That Tokugawa can be stubborn, can't he?)
Toku was at one end of the continent, I was at the other, with several civs between us. We were closer by water than by land, but it was early in the game, and the gap was too wide to be bridged by galleys. Caravels became available a little later, but they, of course, can't carry military units. The "phony war" lasted well over 1000 years (from around 250 BC to about 1200 AD) without a single shot being fired!
Toku kept coming back, demanding more and more advanced techs in return for 10 turns of peace as he fell further and further behind. I pretty much just ignored him while I fought other wars. I took out Isabella first, then Alexander. Eventually Toku relented and we signed a simple peace treaty.
When I took out Ghandi shortly thereafter, though, I finally shared a border with Japan. Then hostilities were renewed. Toku learned the hard way that samurai don't really hold up very well against tanks.
Toku was at one end of the continent, I was at the other, with several civs between us. We were closer by water than by land, but it was early in the game, and the gap was too wide to be bridged by galleys. Caravels became available a little later, but they, of course, can't carry military units. The "phony war" lasted well over 1000 years (from around 250 BC to about 1200 AD) without a single shot being fired!
Toku kept coming back, demanding more and more advanced techs in return for 10 turns of peace as he fell further and further behind. I pretty much just ignored him while I fought other wars. I took out Isabella first, then Alexander. Eventually Toku relented and we signed a simple peace treaty.
When I took out Ghandi shortly thereafter, though, I finally shared a border with Japan. Then hostilities were renewed. Toku learned the hard way that samurai don't really hold up very well against tanks.
Ukas
Pthooey of Tomainia
That's true, Toku is one of the most aggressive ones. You pretty much have to be in same religion, give a gift every now and then, trade constantly etc. etc. to be on his good side.
Persia, as Rome on World map. Lasted 400 years. I learned an important lesson
"Paetreons dont do good vs Longbows"
I conquered all in Europe, and my Paetreons were experienced. I attacked Persia, and I now found the importance of tech.
"Paetreons dont do good vs Longbows"
I conquered all in Europe, and my Paetreons were experienced. I attacked Persia, and I now found the importance of tech.
Sisiutil
All Leader Challenger
Yep, I love playing as Rome, the Praetorians are awesome--but when Longbowmen and Macemen appear, their day is done, and it's time to retire them to ceremonial guard duties in your isolated core cities.Nuclear kid said:
I think properly promoted platoreans plus siege weapons can still get the job done against siege longbowmen and even macemen. They should be upgraded, but when your low on money they can still be pretty useful and get the job done.
One of my first game as Rome I just went on a conquering spree amazed at how fast I was conquering cities. Eventually me economy collapsed and I had to disband tons of units. I gifted away a large chunk of my conquered land, but latter on reconquered it.
One of my first game as Rome I just went on a conquering spree amazed at how fast I was conquering cities. Eventually me economy collapsed and I had to disband tons of units. I gifted away a large chunk of my conquered land, but latter on reconquered it.
I fought a 400 war against Toku once (I was playing as Isabella), he just kept sending wave after wave of forces onto Salamanca, the one city he had a border with. This was in the age of horse archers, and I just stacked tonnes of spearmen. It became quite banal after a while, but he just refused to talk. Eventually, i woke from my apathetic slumber and sent a few swordsmen into he territory. Immediately he requested a peace treaty. I did enjoy seeing his horse archers ripped to shreds, but otherwise a relatively mundane war.
Mewtarthio
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Let me tell you a story about the Mali-Roman War. I was stationed with the Fifth Longbow Division in Djenne when the Romans, with no provocation or warning, declared war on us. It caught us all by surprise; we had some excellent trading relations with them. Some people said it was because of Walata, where recent performances by great artists made the Romans feel threatened culturally. The performances were too recent, however: The Romans had already amassed a large army. They'd been planning this for years.
I wasn't too worried for my own safety: Djenne was a good distance from Rome. It wasn't long, though, before we got reports of the outlying towns being sacked. Things got so bad that Mansa Musa ceded his control over to the already well-established Confucian church in the hopes that they'd do a better job. My brother was in the fourth and he was sent to help reinforce Walata. We gave our goodbyes and joked around, I told him I'd keep his fiancee happy until the war ended, and he laughed and went off to Walata. I never saw him after that day.
We were all shocked when we heard that Walata had fallen. A few people hoped to see their loved ones again since the city itself was still standing, but I knew the Romans would never spare anyone who had actively taken arms against them; the only ones left alive were the ones who threw up their hands in surrender and immediately began worshipping their Caesar. It wasn't long before my other comrades were sent west to Timuktu, only a stone's throw south of Walata, to protect their king. They were wasting their time. We heard word that refugees were fleeing the capital, and we told ourselves that our comrades were at least buying them time; there were few who believed the city would last. Among the refugees coming into Djenne was an old man wearing a heavy disguise. My officer told me to let him pass without question, but I didn't trust the man. He insisted that the old man not be detained, but I knew that I would rather face shame and torture for insubordination (and likely heresy, too, given the recent "reorganization" of the army) than run even the slightest risk that a single Malinese be harmed by the acts of a spy. I accosted the old man, and my officer called other soldiers to stop me as the old man seemed to be deaf. I wouldn't be fooled, though, so I ran up before they could catch me and pulled the man's hood off. It was then that we all recieved the greatest shock of our lives. I could understand why he wanted to leave Timbuktu, but for a king to travel in secret like that, as though a common criminal, was shameful. We were not to tell anyone under pain of death, the newly-appointed officers said, to keep his location hidden from the enemy. It was a transparent excuse, and we all knew it: There were only three possible locations he could be at that point, and one of them was about to fall.
We were surprised by which one it was, though: The city of Kumbi Saleh, our last port city, had never been good at much of anything. Eventually, we learned that the governor of the city had gone insane and forced all the citizens to work inside the city transcribing books, sometimes even locking them in a library to copy the works down, never letting them out, not even to eat. From Djenne, we saw Roman Knights running around the large mountain range that divided Kumbi Saleh and Walata. Loyal Malinese citizens were doing all they could to slow them down in the name of "Confucius, Country, and King!" (a king that few knew was still cowering in the corner of a local barracks), but they would reach the city soon. My battalion was sent out to beat them to the port city and hold them off. It was a fool's errand: Even though we could move faster across the well-paved roads through the hills than the Romans could stopped at every point by brave peasants, they were too close to the city by the time we were sent out. In an ironic twist on fate, even though none outside the city knew of the governor's madness, the Romans locked the sadistic maniac inside one of his own libraries as they burned the city around him. All was not lost, though: A few people managed to escape on a Galley (it was from them the tales of the mad governor would later be heard) and encounter an English vessel. Although the English were not willing to help in the war, they did take some of the survivors into neutral territory. Our unit, meanwhile, set up an ambush in the hills and avenged the innocents massacred. Before the other Romans could punish us, we ran back into Djenne. Timbuktu fell a few days later, and our city was all that remained of the Malinese Empire.
All hope now seemed lost. Our King, his advisers soon confessed, had lost all heart and become withdrawn after hearing of the fall of Walata, though whether he had any favored concubine in that city or simply had realized that defeat was inevitable nobody will ever know. He went down to the local Forge after Kumbi Saleh fell, picked out a newly-made knife, and killed himself. In the face of the advanced Roman troops, our Incan allies to the south had conveniently forgotten what their Great Spirits had told them that day many centuries ago when our scouts, stained red with the blood of a pack of wolves that had set upon them in the woods, made a pact with their warriors over a sacred stone quarry. We were alone now, but we were also determined that the Malinese nation would not go down without a fight. The Romans were overconfident with their swift victories in the rest of the campaign, but Djenne would not fall so easily. Not only were our people prepared to die, not ceding an inch of ground without killing a thousand Romans as a price, the city was also built in a natural fortress. Nestled amongst mineral-rich hills, Djenn had been built with nothing more in mind than high production. However, the location made it ideal for withstanding sieges: Troops attacking from any direction on the northwestern side of the compass would have to ford a strong river, making them easy targets for our longbows. No matter where they came from, it would be an uphill battle to get to our strongholds where the people had been moved. Lastly, the fates had intervened centuries before to ensure an even fight: After it was discovered that Iron could be used in weapons superior to bronze, scientists noticed that Djenne had been built right on top of one of the largest deposits of iron on the continent! There would be no cowardly pillaging of mines to cripple us for the Romans: The mines were located at the heart of Djenne itself, at the crests of the highest hills. This would truly be a costly battle for the Romans.
Most people believe that Casear would have been willing to discuss peace, had we met with him, rather than lose his troops assaulting Djenne. We were not willing, however, to run up the white flag of parley and become his subjects for the rest of history. Caesar's haughty generals attacked in waves, but their incoming infantry were quickly mowed down by the entrenched longbowman. Desparate, the Romans laid siege to the as they continued to bombard with catapults and the occasional, easily-repelled assault. There was much sickness and starvation in Djenne, and many units suffered terrible casualties, but the entire population was filled with willing volunteers to replace anyone who fell. There would have been great epics written of our bravery, had we the time to spare from defense to write them. This siege continued over a decade, when Caesar himself marched outside the city, with most of his army gathered behind him, and demanded that we surrender. His response was a hail of arrows that fell far short of their target but still sent him scurrying for cover. The troops shared a final moment of levity as they mocked the emperor, but Caesar would not stand for this effrontery. He stood upon his chariot, purple-faced, and screamed the order for an all-out assault. Countless Roman troops poured into the city from all sides. We responded with an even stronger defense. As arrows poured into the enemy from above, our pikemen unhorsed their haughty knights on the ground. Eventually, with the piles of bodies on both sides growing large enough to make new bulwarks, the Romans broke through into the city proper. They expected to find all the best warriors already expended, and the last few Malinese begging for mercy. They found that, although the former was true, we were still prepared to fight to the death. The Romans charged into what, under most circumstances, would have been a slaughter of our people, only to find a powerful, desperate foe. There is no sight greater than a longbowman throwing aside his bow to engage knights with hand weapon, taking down several of them with seemingly inhuman strength before he is finally borne down to the ground. All of us died heroic deaths that day, and the price we exacted from the Romans makes the Battle of Djenne mandatory reading in all military academies worldwide to this day.
I wasn't too worried for my own safety: Djenne was a good distance from Rome. It wasn't long, though, before we got reports of the outlying towns being sacked. Things got so bad that Mansa Musa ceded his control over to the already well-established Confucian church in the hopes that they'd do a better job. My brother was in the fourth and he was sent to help reinforce Walata. We gave our goodbyes and joked around, I told him I'd keep his fiancee happy until the war ended, and he laughed and went off to Walata. I never saw him after that day.
We were all shocked when we heard that Walata had fallen. A few people hoped to see their loved ones again since the city itself was still standing, but I knew the Romans would never spare anyone who had actively taken arms against them; the only ones left alive were the ones who threw up their hands in surrender and immediately began worshipping their Caesar. It wasn't long before my other comrades were sent west to Timuktu, only a stone's throw south of Walata, to protect their king. They were wasting their time. We heard word that refugees were fleeing the capital, and we told ourselves that our comrades were at least buying them time; there were few who believed the city would last. Among the refugees coming into Djenne was an old man wearing a heavy disguise. My officer told me to let him pass without question, but I didn't trust the man. He insisted that the old man not be detained, but I knew that I would rather face shame and torture for insubordination (and likely heresy, too, given the recent "reorganization" of the army) than run even the slightest risk that a single Malinese be harmed by the acts of a spy. I accosted the old man, and my officer called other soldiers to stop me as the old man seemed to be deaf. I wouldn't be fooled, though, so I ran up before they could catch me and pulled the man's hood off. It was then that we all recieved the greatest shock of our lives. I could understand why he wanted to leave Timbuktu, but for a king to travel in secret like that, as though a common criminal, was shameful. We were not to tell anyone under pain of death, the newly-appointed officers said, to keep his location hidden from the enemy. It was a transparent excuse, and we all knew it: There were only three possible locations he could be at that point, and one of them was about to fall.
We were surprised by which one it was, though: The city of Kumbi Saleh, our last port city, had never been good at much of anything. Eventually, we learned that the governor of the city had gone insane and forced all the citizens to work inside the city transcribing books, sometimes even locking them in a library to copy the works down, never letting them out, not even to eat. From Djenne, we saw Roman Knights running around the large mountain range that divided Kumbi Saleh and Walata. Loyal Malinese citizens were doing all they could to slow them down in the name of "Confucius, Country, and King!" (a king that few knew was still cowering in the corner of a local barracks), but they would reach the city soon. My battalion was sent out to beat them to the port city and hold them off. It was a fool's errand: Even though we could move faster across the well-paved roads through the hills than the Romans could stopped at every point by brave peasants, they were too close to the city by the time we were sent out. In an ironic twist on fate, even though none outside the city knew of the governor's madness, the Romans locked the sadistic maniac inside one of his own libraries as they burned the city around him. All was not lost, though: A few people managed to escape on a Galley (it was from them the tales of the mad governor would later be heard) and encounter an English vessel. Although the English were not willing to help in the war, they did take some of the survivors into neutral territory. Our unit, meanwhile, set up an ambush in the hills and avenged the innocents massacred. Before the other Romans could punish us, we ran back into Djenne. Timbuktu fell a few days later, and our city was all that remained of the Malinese Empire.
All hope now seemed lost. Our King, his advisers soon confessed, had lost all heart and become withdrawn after hearing of the fall of Walata, though whether he had any favored concubine in that city or simply had realized that defeat was inevitable nobody will ever know. He went down to the local Forge after Kumbi Saleh fell, picked out a newly-made knife, and killed himself. In the face of the advanced Roman troops, our Incan allies to the south had conveniently forgotten what their Great Spirits had told them that day many centuries ago when our scouts, stained red with the blood of a pack of wolves that had set upon them in the woods, made a pact with their warriors over a sacred stone quarry. We were alone now, but we were also determined that the Malinese nation would not go down without a fight. The Romans were overconfident with their swift victories in the rest of the campaign, but Djenne would not fall so easily. Not only were our people prepared to die, not ceding an inch of ground without killing a thousand Romans as a price, the city was also built in a natural fortress. Nestled amongst mineral-rich hills, Djenn had been built with nothing more in mind than high production. However, the location made it ideal for withstanding sieges: Troops attacking from any direction on the northwestern side of the compass would have to ford a strong river, making them easy targets for our longbows. No matter where they came from, it would be an uphill battle to get to our strongholds where the people had been moved. Lastly, the fates had intervened centuries before to ensure an even fight: After it was discovered that Iron could be used in weapons superior to bronze, scientists noticed that Djenne had been built right on top of one of the largest deposits of iron on the continent! There would be no cowardly pillaging of mines to cripple us for the Romans: The mines were located at the heart of Djenne itself, at the crests of the highest hills. This would truly be a costly battle for the Romans.
Most people believe that Casear would have been willing to discuss peace, had we met with him, rather than lose his troops assaulting Djenne. We were not willing, however, to run up the white flag of parley and become his subjects for the rest of history. Caesar's haughty generals attacked in waves, but their incoming infantry were quickly mowed down by the entrenched longbowman. Desparate, the Romans laid siege to the as they continued to bombard with catapults and the occasional, easily-repelled assault. There was much sickness and starvation in Djenne, and many units suffered terrible casualties, but the entire population was filled with willing volunteers to replace anyone who fell. There would have been great epics written of our bravery, had we the time to spare from defense to write them. This siege continued over a decade, when Caesar himself marched outside the city, with most of his army gathered behind him, and demanded that we surrender. His response was a hail of arrows that fell far short of their target but still sent him scurrying for cover. The troops shared a final moment of levity as they mocked the emperor, but Caesar would not stand for this effrontery. He stood upon his chariot, purple-faced, and screamed the order for an all-out assault. Countless Roman troops poured into the city from all sides. We responded with an even stronger defense. As arrows poured into the enemy from above, our pikemen unhorsed their haughty knights on the ground. Eventually, with the piles of bodies on both sides growing large enough to make new bulwarks, the Romans broke through into the city proper. They expected to find all the best warriors already expended, and the last few Malinese begging for mercy. They found that, although the former was true, we were still prepared to fight to the death. The Romans charged into what, under most circumstances, would have been a slaughter of our people, only to find a powerful, desperate foe. There is no sight greater than a longbowman throwing aside his bow to engage knights with hand weapon, taking down several of them with seemingly inhuman strength before he is finally borne down to the ground. All of us died heroic deaths that day, and the price we exacted from the Romans makes the Battle of Djenne mandatory reading in all military academies worldwide to this day.
Mewtarthio
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...wow. That turned out a longer longer than I'd expected when I began.
Sisiutil
All Leader Challenger
Perhaps, but it was also very good. You should post it in the Stories & Tales forum.Mewtarthio said:
niffweed17
Warlord
in MP i've been in wars which have lasted from 3500 BC to 1800 AD
I'm currently in the middle of a war that's been going on pretty much since the dawn of time.
As the English people settled to start a new organized period in their history, the world was an unknown place. The only certainly was that somewhere, out over the horizon, there would surely be more tribes of a similar ilk - it would be naive to suggest that only they were the chosen people. With the daunting sight of an unforgiving ocean to their south and west, they knew that any other encounters they would have with human civilization would be on land. What they didn't know was just how vast this land was...
Quickly any illusions left that the English were alone were dismissed, as two other nations, Germany and Egypt, were encountered. All meetings were peaceful and helpful, there was no need for hostility at all. News was spreading, however, that certain ways of life were beginning to take shape in far and distant lands, systems of worship know as "Buddhism" and "Hinduism" being spoken of, without any real knowledge of what they entailed. Soon after another ally, Roosevelt and his tribe of Americans, was met and greeted. He was a nice chap, very advanced and with great thoughts and aspirations for how he, and indeed ourselves, could develop together. America had problems though, as Roosevelt would explain...
He had been to the far East of our continent and encountered two other nations of far contrasting attitudes. To his south east was a wonderful chap named Gandhi, very pleasant and amiable, with nothing but peaceful thouht floating around in his head. To his East, however, was an uncomprimising, curt man named Genghis Kahn, who's palace was plastered with the barbaric sight of animal heads and skins. His aggresive manner warned Roosevelt that he was a man not to be taken lightly, and not to be trusted. He was barking up the wrong tree though, as the continent was about to be sparked into chaos...
Hatshepsut, the intelligent and frankly beautiful leader of the Egytians, was getting out of hand. While her civilization was known for her culture, she was using this to gain unfair advantages. Bismarck came to me with his concerns, which I shared; something had to be done. Her nation was spiralling out of control, threatening to engulf modest England and Germany. It was 1300BC, and the once peaceful continent was now at war.
It soon turned into a mass world war. As predicted by Roosevelt, Genghis Khan couldn't turn a blind eye to the prospect of bloodshed, and he offered his support to Egypt. America boosted the English-German co-allition leaving only India, partially isolated as it were behind vast acres of jungle, as a nation at peace. First to fall was Elephantine, razed by English axemen as they marauded into the Egyptian heartland. When Bismarck's troops went walking into Memphis almost unopposed, it gave England the chance to finish off Thebes. No-one had counted on Egypt rallying like they did however, taking back Memphis. What Bismarck and indeed myself had not realised was that behind Memphis lay Heliopolis, a small industrious city that was well defended. With Bismarck's troops unable to beat the Egyptian defence, it was up to England to raze both Heliopolis and memphis, leaving the capital Thebes all alone and highly vulnerable. Without any loss of troops, England took control and executed Hatshepsut.
Immediately America was under pressure from the Mongols. Boston had already succumb, and marauding Kesliks were on their way to New York, Washington and Mississippi (formerly Heliopolis, which had bowed to American culture.) With America struggling, English troops were drafted in...
...and have stayed there for ages. It's now abuot 1100AD and the war is still going strong, neither side getting anywhere, neither side relenting. Gandhi has a huge points lead and tech advantage, Bismarck has run off scared, so it's just America and England figthing a pointless war against some terrorists. Hang on...
As the English people settled to start a new organized period in their history, the world was an unknown place. The only certainly was that somewhere, out over the horizon, there would surely be more tribes of a similar ilk - it would be naive to suggest that only they were the chosen people. With the daunting sight of an unforgiving ocean to their south and west, they knew that any other encounters they would have with human civilization would be on land. What they didn't know was just how vast this land was...
Quickly any illusions left that the English were alone were dismissed, as two other nations, Germany and Egypt, were encountered. All meetings were peaceful and helpful, there was no need for hostility at all. News was spreading, however, that certain ways of life were beginning to take shape in far and distant lands, systems of worship know as "Buddhism" and "Hinduism" being spoken of, without any real knowledge of what they entailed. Soon after another ally, Roosevelt and his tribe of Americans, was met and greeted. He was a nice chap, very advanced and with great thoughts and aspirations for how he, and indeed ourselves, could develop together. America had problems though, as Roosevelt would explain...
He had been to the far East of our continent and encountered two other nations of far contrasting attitudes. To his south east was a wonderful chap named Gandhi, very pleasant and amiable, with nothing but peaceful thouht floating around in his head. To his East, however, was an uncomprimising, curt man named Genghis Kahn, who's palace was plastered with the barbaric sight of animal heads and skins. His aggresive manner warned Roosevelt that he was a man not to be taken lightly, and not to be trusted. He was barking up the wrong tree though, as the continent was about to be sparked into chaos...
Hatshepsut, the intelligent and frankly beautiful leader of the Egytians, was getting out of hand. While her civilization was known for her culture, she was using this to gain unfair advantages. Bismarck came to me with his concerns, which I shared; something had to be done. Her nation was spiralling out of control, threatening to engulf modest England and Germany. It was 1300BC, and the once peaceful continent was now at war.
It soon turned into a mass world war. As predicted by Roosevelt, Genghis Khan couldn't turn a blind eye to the prospect of bloodshed, and he offered his support to Egypt. America boosted the English-German co-allition leaving only India, partially isolated as it were behind vast acres of jungle, as a nation at peace. First to fall was Elephantine, razed by English axemen as they marauded into the Egyptian heartland. When Bismarck's troops went walking into Memphis almost unopposed, it gave England the chance to finish off Thebes. No-one had counted on Egypt rallying like they did however, taking back Memphis. What Bismarck and indeed myself had not realised was that behind Memphis lay Heliopolis, a small industrious city that was well defended. With Bismarck's troops unable to beat the Egyptian defence, it was up to England to raze both Heliopolis and memphis, leaving the capital Thebes all alone and highly vulnerable. Without any loss of troops, England took control and executed Hatshepsut.
Immediately America was under pressure from the Mongols. Boston had already succumb, and marauding Kesliks were on their way to New York, Washington and Mississippi (formerly Heliopolis, which had bowed to American culture.) With America struggling, English troops were drafted in...
...and have stayed there for ages. It's now abuot 1100AD and the war is still going strong, neither side getting anywhere, neither side relenting. Gandhi has a huge points lead and tech advantage, Bismarck has run off scared, so it's just America and England figthing a pointless war against some terrorists. Hang on...
Godwynn
March to the Sea
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I've never had a really long single war. But I am currently in a series of war that has lasted from 1500 BC to 1500 AD. I started out by invading Rome, then France joined in. When I defeated both of them, Alexander declared war on me. When I made peace with him, about 100 years later I finished of France, made had another 100 year long peace, and now Alexander went to war with me again!
Gilder
Deity
In my current game, I've been at war with the Aztecs for about a thousand years. All the extra units I need to repel his sea invasions have been piling up the costs, and putting me behind in tech. Not to mention the fact that refuses to negotiate peace.
