National Policy: Cut Down Everything Starting from the Serfs

The old king was assassinated and the ancient empire fell apart. The poor second son Roland, who was ostracized by his family, was sent to the border of the ice field with thirty or fifty old, weak, sick and disabled people, where he had to face the autumn wind of orcs and rebels. In times of despair, with the awakening of tens of thousands of hours of P Club Total War game experience in the previous life, the "National Focus and Correction Tree" unfolds before your eyes! When the proud Griffin Knights of the empire were about to march across the border, they ran into a group of "Serf Chosen Army" with [high morale +300%], [all members violent (ignores pain)], and [march supply consumption -100%]. Roland stood on the Lord's Tower and ran his fingers across the sand table: "You want to destroy my micro-control? You know nothing about numerical crushing!" When incredible super wonders were built on the ruins of the old empire, and when the technology tree gradually pointed towards the outrageous and unknown realm, the high-ranking old gods and imperial powers were horrified to discover - what kind of terrifying war machine had this man who called himself "Archon" given birth to?