Tyrant Simulator

When Attila entered the command center, Luke was standing in front of a huge terrain sand table, stroking his chin and deep in thought.

"Attila, you've come."

Luke smiled and waved at him.

"Our development of the river bend is now nearing its end, and the local population carrying capacity is almost at its limit... It's time to expand outwards and open up new territories."

Attila's spirits lifted at the news, and he exclaimed excitedly, "My lord, are we about to make our move? Now? To attack the centaur tribes?"

Luke smiled and said, "That's right! Armin's infantry are good at attacking positions, so let's leave them in the bend to defend the base."

Your men are skilled in plains raids and are of centaur descent, so this task can only fall to you…”

He pointed to a spot on the sand table marked "Lake" adjacent to the river bend: "This is a large marshland upstream of the river bend, lush with water and grass, a vast expanse of fertile land. If we want to possess this treasure, we'll inevitably have to intrude on someone else's territory..."

According to Bill's monster distribution map, three centaur tribes live here:

The Rotten Moss Tribe has 1500 members; the Broken Tail Tribe also has 1500 members; the Swamp Water Tribe is the strongest, with 2000 members.

Attila nodded: "The three tribes aren't large, but combined they have two or three thousand soldiers, not to be underestimated. We need to find a way to defeat them while minimizing casualties..."

Luke gave him an appreciative look but didn't interrupt, patiently listening to him continue.

Attila walked to the vicinity of the great marsh on the sand table, carefully observing the local mountains and waters, when suddenly his eyes lit up:

"I have an idea—we should build a dam here to store water; when war breaks out, we can open the dam and release the water, and the camps of the three tribes will inevitably be flooded."

We'll ambush them on the high ground, waiting for them to flee in panic, then catch them completely off guard.

Attila remained as decisive, rational, and cold as a war machine.

After listening to his military advice, Luke imagined the grasslands east of the Great Swamp turning into a vast swamp, with people displaced... and couldn't help but shudder.

"And then?" Luke asked with difficulty, "What will become of the area east of the Great Swamp?"

Attila was taken aback, and after a long silence, he said, "If it becomes a swamp, the land will probably be unusable for a year... My lord, I didn't think it through."

Luke smiled knowingly: "There's no need to blame yourself. Your idea actually reminded me. We can still subdue the enemy without fighting by using a different method!"

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On the west bank of the great marsh, the lake surface is as smooth as a mirror.

Not far from the shore, thousands of cowhide tents are neatly arranged in the vast grasslands—this is the base camp of the Bloodhoof tribe.

At that time, the Bloodhoof tribe had at least eight thousand horses and was known for its fierce and warlike people. They had always lived west of the Great Swamp.

Although they couldn't match the five major clans of Hunhe, they were still among the top in the small and medium-sized tribes.

The centaurs gathered in twos and threes by the tent, working and cooking, singing and laughing, peaceful and happy; some had just returned from hunting in the forest, bringing back many antelopes, ferrets and the like.

Inside the most luxurious tent, the tribal chief, Pike, looked at Bill, who had come to persuade him, and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"Attila? I know all the chieftains of the various tribes along the Hun River, how come I've never heard of him?"

"Our tribe has just set up camp in the bend of the river, so it's understandable that the chief isn't familiar with it."

Pique rested his chin on his hand, then smiled knowingly and said, "I see... So, what brings you here so suddenly?"

"Chief, would you be interested in acquiring the fertile lands east of the riverbank?"

Pique was shocked: "What did you say?"

"Now, a golden opportunity is before you—if you are willing to cooperate with our tribe and jointly break through the camps of the Rotten Moss, Broken Tail, and Swamp Water tribes… our two tribes can divide the land east of the Great Swamp equally!"

Pique had long harbored ambitions for the vast pastures on the eastern bank of the Great Swamp.

They were just worried that if the three departments joined forces to fight the enemy, it would weaken their own forces and end up benefiting others for nothing... So they just kept accumulating strength in secret and did not take any action for a long time.

His eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "How many men does your tribe have, and what is your strength...? Why should I believe your empty promises?"

Bill wasn't angry: "The tribe doesn't have many men, but they can still muster at least two thousand men with bows. As for strength..."

He waved his hand, and two of his men presented Pique with an exquisitely prepared gift box.

Pique opened it and found a complete white tiger skin, majestic and imposing, though faint traces of crimson blood were visible on it…

The other item was a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon's egg.

"The white tiger skin on the chief of the Reach and the ruby ​​on the scepter of King Philip of the Blood Palace are gifts specially presented to you by our chief."

"Extinguishing the forces of River Bay, pacifying the Blood Palace of Ono Peak... I wonder if such achievements will satisfy the chieftain?"

Piqué had seen both items with his own eyes and could tell the difference between them at a glance.

"Oh, so you were the ones who destroyed King Philip of the Blood Palace..."

Pique remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was secretly astonished: No wonder he hadn't seen any of Fili's men coming to sell iron lately, it turned out they had taken care of them... It seems they really do have some skills, they weren't just bragging.

The three tribes to the east of the Great Swamp are weak, yet they occupy the widest pastures and the most fertile water plants there. I have long harbored the ambition to annex them... I might as well agree to Attila's request; there's no harm in it anyway.

I'll let them fight it out first, and then come out and reap the rewards when they're both badly injured.

Thinking of this, Pique immediately put on a smiling face: "No problem, no problem. Seeing that your chief is a sincere ally, I agree to this... but splitting it equally is not an option."

I can muster four thousand troops, far surpassing yours; we should at least get a 30/70 split!

Bill looked troubled. "This ratio is hard for me to explain to the chief... How about a 40/60 split?"

Pique thought that if he agreed too readily, the other party would inevitably notice his weakness.

He pretended to consider it for a long time, then reluctantly said, "Okay, let's just be friends... 40/60 split, it's a deal!"

Bill quickly laughed and said, "Don't worry. Our chief is determined to be your friend!"

Both sides agreed to jointly send troops to besiege the three tribes of Daze five days later.

After leaving the camp, Pique personally escorted him for ten miles before reluctantly returning with his guards.

Bill returned to the River Bend and truthfully informed Luke and Attila of the agreement to divide the three parts of the Great Swamp.

Upon hearing this, the two realized that Pique had fallen into their trap, and couldn't help but exchange a smile.

"However, I don't think Chief Pike is a good person," Bill couldn't help but warn. "I'm afraid that when the day comes to send troops, he'll hold back and have other ulterior motives..."

To everyone's surprise, Luke appeared confident: "That's exactly what we need. Only when he remains still can we proceed with the next step of our plan."

He whispered a few words in Bill's ear.

Bill was taken aback, and asked with a hint of doubt, "That's not difficult, but... what's the point of doing all this?"

"Just do as I say, and you'll see."

After Bill stepped down, Attila walked to the sand table, looked at the terrain on the east bank of the Great Swamp, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"My lord, will the three departments really come to surrender?"

Luke said confidently, "The chieftain of the Bloodhoof tribe is notorious for his cruelty."

Once news of his military expedition spreads, the three ministries will inevitably be thrown into chaos, which will give us an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

I've already left the rest to Bill... We'll see soon enough!