He unrolled a second, blood-stained sheet. “Maceman. Cost: 20 gold. Attack: 25 (crushing type, ignores 2 points of armour). Speed: 14. He’s weak against arrows. But against a slow, armoured Templar? He lands three hits for every one of the knight’s. It’s not power that wins. It’s frames .”
“My lord,” Al-Rashid whispered, unrolling a massive, meticulously drawn parchment. “I have finished the calculus of blood.” stronghold crusader unit stats
Al-Rashid shook his head. “No, my lord. It is won by a scribe who knows that a Horse Archer has a range of 8, a speed of 22, and the hit-and-run logic of a wasp. It is won by remembering that a Slave has only 20 hit points but costs a mere 2 gold—meaning a wave of 100 slaves is mathematically superior to 10 Swordsmen, even if every single slave dies.” He unrolled a second, blood-stained sheet
“So,” the Emir murmured, “the battle is not won by courage. Or faith.” Attack: 25 (crushing type, ignores 2 points of armour)
And that night, the siege began not with a horn, but with a multiplication table.
“Prepare my quill, little mouse. We have a crusader lord to teach… that his ‘brave knights’ are just slow, overpriced units with a fatal weakness to a 2-gold torch.”
The Emir sat up, suddenly interested. “You’re saying a rabble of peasants with clubs can beat my holy knights?”