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“Statistically, my lord… yes. Provided you get them into melee range without them being shot by Crossbowmen first.” He pointed to a third drawing. “And there is your true terror. Crossbowman. Range: 10. Reload time: 70 frames. But look at the damage value: 60. Enough to one-shot a Maceman or an Assassin. They are the rock to your scissors.”

“This, my lord, is the real stronghold. Not stone and mortar. But numbers. Speed values. Attack cooldowns. Your enemy knows how to shout ‘For the King!’ I know that a Pitch Ditch does 15 damage per second and that fire arrows have a 70% chance to ignite it.” stronghold crusader unit stats

The Emir sat up, suddenly interested. “You’re saying a rabble of peasants with clubs can beat my holy knights?” “Statistically, my lord… yes

The Emir, a fat man more interested in his hashish pipe than warfare, sighed. “Speak, little mouse.” Crossbowman

“So,” the Emir murmured, “the battle is not won by courage. Or faith.”

And that night, the siege began not with a horn, but with a multiplication table.

“Exactly!” Al-Rashid’s eyes gleamed. “But the counter is not what you think. You would send archers. But archers have a pierce value of only 20. A Templar’s armour negates it entirely. No. The true killer of a Templar is the Maceman .”


“Statistically, my lord… yes. Provided you get them into melee range without them being shot by Crossbowmen first.” He pointed to a third drawing. “And there is your true terror. Crossbowman. Range: 10. Reload time: 70 frames. But look at the damage value: 60. Enough to one-shot a Maceman or an Assassin. They are the rock to your scissors.”

“This, my lord, is the real stronghold. Not stone and mortar. But numbers. Speed values. Attack cooldowns. Your enemy knows how to shout ‘For the King!’ I know that a Pitch Ditch does 15 damage per second and that fire arrows have a 70% chance to ignite it.”

The Emir sat up, suddenly interested. “You’re saying a rabble of peasants with clubs can beat my holy knights?”

The Emir, a fat man more interested in his hashish pipe than warfare, sighed. “Speak, little mouse.”

“So,” the Emir murmured, “the battle is not won by courage. Or faith.”

And that night, the siege began not with a horn, but with a multiplication table.

“Exactly!” Al-Rashid’s eyes gleamed. “But the counter is not what you think. You would send archers. But archers have a pierce value of only 20. A Templar’s armour negates it entirely. No. The true killer of a Templar is the Maceman .”