Can you catapult hiding place

What do I need before I can make catapults? Can a village be completely destroyed wiped off of the map with catapults? What can I target with catapults? Any building except for the hiding place or first church. Additional churches can be targeted. The HQ, warehouse, and farm can be damaged but not completely destroyed.

Both attacking and defending catapults will hit opposing troops, but you can't specify units to target. Only one target may be selected. How do I select a target for the catapults? After preparing an attack, there is a drop down menu on the confirmation page before clicking the OK button. Can I choose a new target once the army has been sent? Once you've chosen a target on the confirmation page and clicked the OK button, it cannot be changed.

If the building I target doesn't exist, will the catapults target something else? They will not damage any other buildings. What happens when the farm is damaged and cannot support existing population?

The player cannot recruit new units or construct any new buildings other than the rally point, farm, or warehouse. In some situations the hiding place may still be upgraded. Any recruitment or construction that was ordered prior to the damage queued will continue as normal.

What happens when I am expanding a building and it gets damaged? It will upgrade one level upon completion. Example: a level 24 timber camp is being upgraded to level 25, and then gets knocked down to level When the workers are done with the expansion it will be level All resources payed for the initial expansion will be used.

Canceling the construction will only refund the resources needed for a lvl 19 expansion. What happens if a recruitment building like the Barracks is destroyed? Queued units will continue to be recruited, but at a much slower pace. It was easier to discuss our appearances than to consider what really was going on. When she had her thyroid removed my sophomore year, instead of confessing her fears before surgery, she talked about how bothersome the scar would look on her neckline.

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