Sorry about the lack of updates lately, but these days friends and family kept me occupied.
But the Wrangel Express has no brakes and as long as one Syndie and Kwan draw breath there can be no peace.
KILL MAIM BURN
I won't bore you with the details. Whatever Mongols the chinese didn't get, the glorious Wrangelist War Machines did. Of course, you might say: "Wrangel, my God and Master, why would you take such a worthless piece of clay, when there are delicous cabbage fields in the west and the Great Satan Animu still corrupts the white man's youth?"
And he would reply, dear worthless supplicant, because the KRAUTS make their holes beneath gookturk steppe, planting new cabbages, licking their new wounds and scheming like their zionist masters.
The old homeland of worst turk is annexed and all smelly precursor kebab removed from most premises. A lot of divisions are redeployed to the Kraut border, to finish what the God-King Wrangel started in the western front.
The Russian people rejoiced, with great
traditional slavic celebrations held in every corner, every street, every house, every backalley. The railz had been retaken.
(the event is ridiculous)
A secret hole of heresy within our great Imperium. Wrangel would
show them the light, but our technosorcery is simply not enough at this point.
Soon.
Bah, gooks. We take their clay and push them to the mountains.
Meanwhile, hordes of tanks, horsemen and trucks burn and pillage in their way, trying to find the Kraut legions and ahnilate them. No such legions are found however, so the rape continues. Feminists were hunted down and
shown the error of their ways, Popamoles and casual filth were herded into re-education camps where they are forced to play games on the Infinity Engine until they go into a frenzied state whenever they hear the word "Bhaalspawn" and others such horrors where unleashed on both Kraut and Gook populations.
The survivors of Luang Prabang managed to transmit one word before the Re-Education came.
"ITZ"
A last alliance, of gooks and steppegooks marched against Great Wrangel and in the slopes of Mount Manchuria they fought for the freedom of the Popamoles.
And so, in their darkest hour
Gaider, son of Richetello
took up his
father's sword
But the power of the Infinity Engine could not be undone.
Victory in the East
and Hue removal in the West. The spirit of Rickson Gracie weeps and Wrangel weeps with him. He promised he would set things right.
The Steppegooks were routed and destroyed so totally that they signed the sanctity of their anuses away.
The winds blew ITZ to the far east, where the last of our Holy Clay lay. Vladivostok would be ours.
The thirst for more Clay and more peoples to remove grows only stronger. We shall now look to the east. Time we built a fleet anyway.
All according to Keikaku.
Organised formations of Russian Ubermensch soldiers charged at the border, engaging the traitors and heretics with fire and bayonet, routing them decisevly all across the front.
No victory more total.
No clay left untaken.
This might seem like the worst choice, but the Tech Team you gain can pretty much blitz through all naval combat doctrines within 4 years.
We release the southern clay to a bunch of gook tribes and make peace with the non-Popamole Brits. Canada is devoid of Kwans and nothing but Hockey fields. Worthless clay and nothing to remove.
Why, we shall remove both of course.
And so I leave you with a view at every important front in the glorious Imperium. All is well.
Or not.
OIL THE MACHINES, LOAD UP THE ITZ