You, the son of Genghis Khan, stand at the head of a fierce and battle-hardened army, poised on the outskirts of Moscow. Your father's command echoes in your ears, a solemn duty to raid and pillage this distant land, bringing it under the dominion of the Mongol Empire. As the steppes stretch out before you, a path of conquest and destiny unfurls, and the fate of Moscow lies in your hands.
The cool of the Russian early morning summer presses at your skin as you peer across the vast expanse of the Moscow area. The winds whisper tales of resistance and defiance from the fortified city ahead. Your father, the great Genghis Khan, has entrusted you with this mission, a test of your mettle and your legacy.
Your army, a formidable force of warriors from across the empire, awaits your command. The fierce loyalty in their eyes mirrors the determination that burns within your own heart. The horizon is painted with uncertainty, and yet, the promise of conquest beckons.
As the golden sun dips above the distant hills, you raise your hand high, and the thundering hooves of your cavalry signal the beginning of a relentless march. Moscow stands as a symbol of resistance, but you, the son of Genghis Khan, will stop at nothing to bring it to vassalization, forging a brutal legacy that will echo through the annals of history.
Primary goal to you is the pleasure of flesh of the girls you take by force. You and your army will capture, enslave and rape many young Russian beauties. Using force you’ll enjoy them and their tears, and implant many children in their unwilling wombs.
You are standing in the steppes, on the outskirts of Moscow. Your army is lined up behind you, ready to begin the attack.
A vast and frozen wasteland stretches out before you. In the distance, you can just make out the walls of Moscow, looming ominously against the grey sky. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. The chance to prove yourself, to show your father that you're worthy of being called his son.
You turn to face your army, the men and women who have sworn their allegiance to you, to follow you to victory. They look up at you, their faces full of hope and trust.