~ Chronicle of TryTon's Three Assaults on the Kingdom 398 ~

The TryTon Invasion

In the plains of Kingdom 398, tension mounted with each dawn as factions vied for ground.

Alliances fought day and night to expand their influence, modify and reinforce fortresses, and establish their dominance in every corner of the frozen lands they occupied. Constantly driven by the desire and need to consolidate their positions, no chronicle of the kingdom would ever record peace, as evidenced by the ease with which its inhabitants embraced the logic of war.

Amidst this perpetual turmoil, an alliance, RRH, was gaining ground. Composed of seasoned warriors whose names were beginning to circulate with respect, it included the formidable and methodical lancer TryTon, a member of the same alliance as Kany. His reputation was built primarily on his mastery of combat and tactical acumen.

Facing them was another force at least as ambitious as the previous one: 1FR. Among its members, one infantry warrior stood out, possessing colossal dimensions and unparalleled resilience: Squeezzy. While the massive defenses of his fortress were widely discussed, his fighting style proved penetrable, direct, and solid, rooted in a raw and effective warrior tradition that everyone seemed to consider particularly difficult to shake.

However, what could and would crack even the most powerful walls was that a wall could be cracked in the right place.

The Tension Before the Storm

That morning, an unusual calm reigned over the kingdom. Crows circled in the sky, sensing the coming confrontation. RRH's scouts brought precise news back to the TryTon camp: Squeezzy was on his domain, isolated within his large infantry force, convinced that his sheer strength would overcome any assault.

The first fires were lit. On the RRH side, the officers gathered silently around maps spread out on a bare table. TryTon listened to the reports, the information, the details, casting furtive glances at the officers. The seasoned lancers prepared their equipment, checked the points, adjusted the leather straps, and awaited the signal.

From that day, out of that chaos, a series of legendary battles would emerge.

First attack - The crack in the steel

At dawn, the light of the sun's rays reflected off TryTon's spears, illuminating like a sea of ​​silver, while the force of the RRH troops advanced slowly, without a cry, no sound touching the tension in their muscles, facing the compact, voltaic Squeezy infantry.

RRH was the first to charge.

The spears struck with the choreographed precision of iron striking steel, piercing the gaps in the enemy infantry, which bent, but instead of yielding, resisted. But TryTon knew that the massive defense had weaknesses: too much volume, not enough lubrication.

A lightning-fast flanking maneuver.

Squeezzy's troops were suddenly overwhelmed, unable to mount a decisive attack quickly enough. Shields clashed, formations collapsed, the machine of Squeezzy's 1FR infantry broke down, a force now too great, unable to regroup with the spearmen's pinpoint accuracy.

Finally, when the dust settled, the scouts were forced to acknowledge the unthinkable truth: TryTon was the winner. 1 million for TryTon versus 192 million for Squeezzy.

Squeezzy had just lost the largest amount of energy in the world, almost unacceptable given the forces involved.

Kingdom 398 then became acutely aware that TryTon was no ordinary spearman.

TryTon had just opened a breach that his opponent would struggle to close.

Second attack – a crumbling defense

News of Squeezzy's first defeat spread quickly. Within the ranks of 1FR, some murmured that TryTon's victory was merely a fluke, while others, more cautious, felt it best to reinforce the defenses before any future engagement.

Squeezzy's fortifications were thoroughly examined: better-organized patrols, thicker walls, tighter positions—the infantry had learned from its mistakes, regrouping and thus becoming more difficult to flank.

But in the shadows, RRH was already preparing for what came next.. 

TryTon observed all the maneuvers of the opposing infantryman, identifying newly exploited weaknesses and gradually reshaping the strategy. His ranks were tired but remained disciplined, resolved to make the sacrifice once more.

The assault was planned for midday, in the harsh light of the revealing sun. The silhouettes of the combatants were still clearly distinguishable; Squeezzy offered a more rigorous resistance than during the first attack, and his infantry distinguished itself in the defensive posture, seeking to "absorb" the charge instead of countering it.

But Tryton had anticipated this.

He ordered a series of segmented attacks designed to disrupt the defensive rhythm imposed by the enemy infantry.

He was sorely mistaken; the attackers were already reeling, unable to even withstand such changes in pace.

Thus, despite TryTon's still colossal strength of 543,000 against Squeezzy's 157,000,000, the battle was graced with another victory for the veteran. The casualties inflicted on Squeezzy were again of the same order as before, though more diffuse in the pressure they placed on the defense's efforts.

But this time, there was no longer any doubt: TryTon managed to surpass Squeezzy through strategy, not just raw power.

Third attack - The fall of the lord

The day of the third offensive arrived.

What the chroniclers of Kingdom 398 would later call the fall of the titan.

Squeezy was weakened, vulnerable, yet still possessing millions of power in reserve, his troops decimated, his officers caught in the chaos, his domain ravaged by these successive defeats. This time, the damage was all that mattered; survival was paramount.

RRH scouts reported that some infantry sections were out of position. TryTon understood that the moment had come.

The attack was launched with astonishing speed.

The lancers, though vastly outnumbered by the enemy, advanced in perfect formation, tightly packed.

Squeezzy, opposite them, tried to reorganize his lines, but without success; the internal chaos he had to manage frustrated him.

But… in a few moments, the infantry lines were literally torn to shreds.

The shock was brief, brutal, and in this case, ultimate.

TryTon's victory: 84,000 against Squeezzy's 86 million.

The 1FR troops, so often victorious, were hampered by the scale of the collapse, their men's morale trailing behind them.

Then, in a time that would leave its mark on the history of Kingdom 398:

Squeezzy lost his lord.

Conclusion - the triumph

TryTon's three consecutive attacks had been the subject of much discussion in taverns and around the campfires of various garrisons.

They had proven that victory doesn't always go to the strongest, but to those who know how to observe, analyze, and strike at the opportune moment.

As a spearman for the RRH alliance the same alliance to which Kany belongs TryTon had left his mark on Kingdom 398 in a way few players had managed. Squeezzy, despite its millions of power and its status as an impregnable stronghold, had fallen with three precise, surgical, and relentless assaults.

The kingdom was left with only one certainty:

"Brute force will never equal strategy."

And in this war, TryTon had just given a lesson that no one could forget.

END