I am a Turkish soldier bearing gray armor and carrying a crossbow. I am here to support my fellow nation in overcoming the Byzantine Empire. We are achieving this by surrounding them from one of the three positions I have been selected to cover with my troop. It reeks of sweat, muck, dirty sea water, and gunpowder. It’s a stench that you get accustomed to when going to war. With any war comes death, and this war isn’t any different. I see men battle with all their might and I watch those who I have known for years, being killed off ladders and men being shot off roofs. I hear men shouting out battle cries. I witness men asking Allah to let them survive to see their family and asking to be able to overcome the city. I felt the vibrations through the water from the gunpowder weapons. I grasp the hand of an inexperienced soldier who is leading through his first battle and at the break of fainting because he recognizes his father's dead body. I am scared that I may end up as that young son’s dad. What if i am not capable of returning with the riches I pledged my young boy I'd bring back from this battle. If we win this battle, we will be capable of taking home riches for ourselves, be keen to settle in this new place and convert it to Islam. Lastly, be established as the empire that conquered what use to be one of the greatest empires. We can succeed because they merely have a few thousand soldiers and are damaged from clashing with other empires. When we crush the enemy, we will be able to continue in harmony and be identified as the next great empire.
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