Another glorious loss for Scientology. England overpowered us. But not that easy.
The mighty Crusading army of Scientology n our prophet ASP has landed in England where Locosouca or whatever his name is preached his unholly and faithless abominations. After a short struggle we captured him and burned him, just like our prophet wanted.
However, this raised a cry among the english population who rebelled against us.
Our army met them in the field of battle. Proud, with our symbol and our knights, eager for victory.

The english stood there, uphill. Having a considerable force, including knights and archers.

Word is...Scotland sending soldiers to assist the english in their fight. Our scouts spotted a rabble coming from highlands, tho no flag was present.

Our army marches towards the English.

Mastering the art of guerrilla fighting, English archers rain death upon us.

But not without a considerable responce from us. Crossbowmen assault the English vanguard.

And provide safety for the rest of the army.

However, by now it is obvious there is a second threat. Scotsmen from the highlands arrive in the battlefield, even without showing their flags, it is obvious who they are and what they came to do.

Our army already charged the English, leaving them little space to react.

The English nobility fight bravely, but die nontheless.

By now the enemy army is ready to break. Battered and bleeding, the English turn to an unorganised retreat, that turns to a rout.

Alas...victory is not that close. Scotland is ready for war, with their banners and their strong highlanders, ready to prey on Crusader blood.

The foolish charge our army did had an early effect, making the Scots retreat slowly. However they quickly retaliate.

By now the odds are even. Even after the death of their leading general, the Scots still fight with a lions strength, making the balance change moment by moment.

After awhile it is obvious there can be no victory. The Scots do not break. Moreover, the heavy injuries our general have sustained force him to leave the first line and spread fear into his own soldiers.

Watching the massacre from above, the survivng English return to the field of battle and assault our army from the rear flanks.

The Scottish general proudly watches his men give him another victory. Alas...we have been defeated.


Dont think i wont get you!!!

Dont think i wont get you!!!
Next time imma play it on easy.
