Creation by fans of the game.

Isn't this an advantage? In my opinion, an army with more than half support units is a rather weak army.

And what about a wall against an army without rams and catapults?

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Well, I won't rewrite the second part and will continue the story, trying to take your objections into account.
P.S. What is written in bold in parentheses is an explanation of what I think might be unclear.

As it turned out, the ship, at an enormous speed (This is a fantasy world where a ship weighing many tons can quite possibly travel at a speed of one hundred kilometers per hour (it just takes a long time to accelerate).), crashed onto the shore, hitting a tower. Blacky and the others got out of the ship and looked around. There was a port, an abandoned port.
- What the hell?! Where are all the people?! - Agler shouted angrily.
- My lord, don't be angry, please! - The servant standing next to Agler squeaked (I said "Agler," not "him," because you'll start again: "with whom? With himself?").
The servant knew what Agler did when he was angry with the first person he came across (Agler was one of those people with mental health issues, and when angry, he needed to kill someone) (I explained it specifically for you).
- What did you squeak, you little bug?! Not angry?! Well, live for now, but you have to fulfill one of my orders. - Agler said.
- Thank you, master! - The servant said, falling to his knees. - But what do I need to do? (To be honest, the image of the servant is based on Starscream from Transformers; he's the same scoundrel.)
- I'll give you a week; I need all the information about the port's inhabitants. Look for remaining traces, question the peasants, steal information from the archives, but find out where the inhabitants are! - Agler said with contempt in his eyes.
Three days passed, and the servant ran to Agler, fully confident that he had learned everything he needed, but how wrong he was!
- My lord, - the servant shouted, falling to his knees, - I found out, I found out everything. The people left here when Lord Andargan swore allegiance to you; they are training in the schools of the Deer Duchy in shooting academies. They are gathering a militia to kill us and execute Lord Andargan for treason, but there is also good news. A rare type of plague that affects horses is spreading in the empire; the warriors of the Deer Duchy are mostly cavalry, and they only demonstrate skill with weapons while on horseback, and...
- That's enough! - Agler said dryly. - Execute him.
- But why, my lord? What have I done? I beg you, don't touch me; I'll do anything you ask! - The servant began to plead.
- Get out of here, you scum! People like you can't be trusted! Today you're with me, tomorrow you'll be in the enemy army, begging their general for mercy. - Agler said, not even looking at the servant.

Well, that's the whole third part. I know it's even worse than the previous ones.