Not only did the Horde lose it's stake in the game, It appears that not all of the Ottomans were smart enough to go the other way:
With the riffraff cleared, I siege to regain my province.
It's not exactly record breaking or earth shattering, but it's still just a short time before Beirut rejoins my empire...
My phone is ringing again. I buzz my receptionist to find out who it is:
"It's the Ottomans with a 'please stop taking our country' courtesy call, sir."
"Why are they calling us? They need to be speaking with the rebels, they're doing as much damage as I am..."
"They insist on speaking with you, Sir..."
"Put the message on."
"The message, sir?"
"Yes, you know, the message...."
"Oh, right. Yes, sir, right away."
"We're sorry, but the ruler you have reached... VOICE HIRED TO REPRESENT THE ARCH BISHOP, LEADER OF THE OF AQUILEIAN NATION... is not in service at this time. Please check the number, and try your call again..."
"It's them again, sir."
"BLAST!... Let me hang up and then patch it through, they can leave a message on the machine."
"Very good sir..."
"You have reached the phone of the ruler of Aquileia... No one cares if they are home right now, nor do they care what you'd like to say. If you insist on leaving a message, speak very quickly making sure to enunciate each word articulately so we may at least hear what you say. We will then determine if your message deserves a response. We will then hold a session of the royal court to determine what should be said. We will then break for lunch. We will then reconvene and dictate our response to the royal scribe, unless of course it is Tuesday. We always Golf on Tuesday, so we are not able to respond on Tuesdays. Unless of course it is a RAINY Tuesday. Then we Golf on Wednesday. So then we would be able to respond on Tuesday, but not Wednesday of that week. If you would like to know the local weather forcast so you can figure out if we will respond or not, hang up, redial this number and ask for the royal weather bureau, extension 22. If you are still on the line and still wish to take a chance and leave a message, you may leave your message after the tone."
(beep) Yes, this is (beep)
"Thank you for calling the ruler of Aquileia, Goodbye!"
One of the nice things about alot of battles is getting my tradition over 20 pretty consistently. Once I hit 23 or so I take a general. I'd like to actually get it higher, but there are so many fronts I can't focus all of my tradition into one general and be effective. Better to have a few decent generals than one super one, at least for now.
Especially because they die so quick. But, if they get me done here that little bit quicker it will be worth it. Especially with the revolts popping in Ott territory... I just need to steamroller them and move on. I don't have time for ping pong, and a decent general can make that happen.
Just like this:
Snap Crackle Pop, on with the show....
I am quickly approaching MP no man's land...
I am losing more men than I gain now. It can't be helped in a battle of this size and scope. It's now just a matter of staying alert and smart, consolidating when you can to keep demand down and putting your forces in the best placements you can. Hey, Isn't that what you're supposed to do anyways? Well, yeah... but now I take fewer chances. I tend to be even more deliberate with where my men go. You're just walking the tightrope with out the net...
The rebs pop out of Rhodes and give a little slap as they go by...
Catch you on the rebound... They just smirk as they saunter off back to their little island...
Once there I send in my Cavalry. I can't help myself: "I told you so":
Having eliminated the intermediate Ottoman armies around Beirut I am now free to start moving into Aleppo.
I also get a call form the GH... It appears they don't want to play anymore.
Surely you jest...
Always good for a joke, those Golden Boys...
Hey, Dilbert! Yeah you... Hungary is the other way...
I still think nationalist rebels need to stay in the province they revolt in. They are supposed to be making a homeland, not going out and getting killed.
Oh oh... I better watch out! The Horde is looking mean:
The Golden Horde is coming to get ya !!! Well, maybe tickle me. Maybe give me a little exercise to work off my Wheaties...
"Hold the line men... Here they come..."
2 minutes later: "Alright boys, lets get this mess cleaned up. And I don't wanna see any toes this time, GOT ME?"
Dum dun dah.... Dum dum dun dun dah...
Today on "The Royals Court"...
The Agricultural Minister believes the nation has had an exceptional year...
However, the Plaintiff states that he's full of his own fertilizer... Who's on the right side of this case? We'll find out, right after this..."
Dum dun dah.... Dum dum dun dun dah...
(Mom and Daughter out in the back doing the washing...)
"Oh, heavens..."
"What is it, my dear?"
"Oh, Frank hath that interview on the morrow to perchance land his first big promotion at yonder blacksmiths... but the collar of his brightest shirt is is naught but full of stains... Curse that he sweateth so profusely above the shoulders!"
"Be still my girl, and holdeth thy tongue. If you wouldst just asketh, I would showeth you how to make thine collar ring disappear!"
"Oh how, mother? How dost thee maketh my Father's cloth of the neck so clean?"
"Why, with WISKETH... a just pouring upon the dearth of dingy area, a slight rubbing together of the cloth... Then washeth as always..."
(later that evening...)
"Oh, my mother most fair! Frank hath has his interview and has been promoted to head bellows man!"
(enter Frank, all black from soot except the white of his teeth as he smiles... all laugh as camera pans to WISKETH on the table in the kitchen.)
Dum dun dah.... Dum dum dun dun dah...
"We're back on The Royal's Court to settle the case of The Good Year... Our litigants have been sworn in and have taken their places before the bench"
ALL RISE for his honor the Arch Bishop...
"Yes, yes... be seated. I have read the case files, Agricultural Minister, you may begin."
"Thank you your grace. We have had an excellent growing season this year, sir."
"I see. And the basis for this claim?"
"Well out of the last growing season we managed to take in a whole 25 ducats of extra revenue."
"I'm sorry, did you say 25 ducats?"
"Um, yes your eminence. 25 ducats. Yes."
"Quite... Well, What do you have to say sir?"
"Thank you your grace. It is this court representatives contention that this is mere grandstanding. Showmanship of the lowest kind. Really your grace, 25 Ducats? And he wants to brag about this? I have animals at home that have larger allowances than this paltry sum. I dare say we could pick up loose change about the kingdom for a week and reach that lofty a height of financial gain."
"Yes, I see your point and am inclined to agree... Mr. Minister, I find that 25 ducats is hardly anything to be writing home about, and it is this courts ruling that you should just sit down and shoosh."
"Well there you have it. Apparently the game agrees that it was a good year indeed... but the ruling of the court says the game too should just sit down and shoosh... That'll do it for this episode of "The Royal Court". And remember, If somebody rear ends your cart, don't take the law into your own hands... you take em to court!"
Dum dun dah.... Dum dum dun dun dah...
Meanwhile... In the top secret Golden Horde Special Strategy Headquarters... The top military commanders hatch a fiendish and wicked plan to reign havoc and terror down upon those awful Aquileians:
"We have obviously failed in our earlier attempt at thwarting the evil plans of the Aquileians in Kastamon. Well... NOT THIS TIME! muwahahahaha... We shall send not one, but TWO regiments of our best horseys... THEN we shall see who the REAL military power IS!!! MUWHAHAHAHHAHHA..."
Banat is gefallen. Ess ist Kaput. Vee gehen zu Oliena fur dem nexte Siege, Ja?
Before you pick on my German, I learned the ONLY phrase necessary to survive... "Ich hab keine ahnung was er sagt." What's it mean?
Loose translation: "I have no idea what you're saying".