The First Empire of the Far East

[Court intrigue] + [Political struggle] + [Contending for supremacy] + [War] Some say the sun lies in the Far East. Others say that if you cross the Ural Mountains and traverse the frozen wastelands, you'll find this world's beacon. That year, peerless geniuses sprang up like bamboo shoots after the rain. Our armored divisions must race across Eastern Europe. The Siberian winter won't stop us. There can be only one order in the Northern Hemisphere, and this is our last chance. Let the flags in our hands unfurl and bask in the sunlight. From the start: rule the world by day, sleep in the arms of beauties by night. The end: "Teacher... The Empire has only this one chance for revenge. So let me be the one to see it through." Let the war begin, from the skies over the Empire to the ends of the Earth. I may be reviled by the world for ten thousand years, but... the Empire's children and elderly will live in peace forever, and live with their heads held high.