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Armenia hasn't even been defeated and already I declare war on Jerusalem and Georgia. I don't understand the concept of "friends" or "peace"



Our formal declarations of war come not on writings on a scroll, but on the edge of our swords.



Konya becomes a castle to better serve the Sultan. THESE Azaps are far mightier than any other infantry we have.



Gunduz is attacked at Antioch by relief forces. This seige will fail if we do not win decisively.



The short reign of the new Roman Emperor is at an end.



Slain in battle like an honourable soldier, the King fights bravely, but to no avail.



A great warrior has died... if only he would have served the Sultan instead of desiring an Empire for himself.



And so Rome is pushed out of Anatolia. They survive now only as a small state sharing a little island barely worth mentioning, or conquering.



The armies of Jerusalem attempt to destroy my assault force... they will fail.



When they cross the bridge, I charge into them and deliver the hammer blow from all three sides... the Triple Hammer.



None can resist such a move... not even the "superior" forces of the Western knights. He runs like a scared rabbit.



We cross the bridge and turn to face the advancing army which is far larger.



The enemy general can only watch in horror as the Triple Hammer maneuver is repeated, with the same success.



The enemy general's head has been cut off by our vicious forces... we press onward, as the enemy flees and tramples his own forces attempting to escape. The carnage that follows makes me laugh...



What a crushing victory... frankly I was impressed by my own performance there. I lost fewer forces than I could have.



Meanwhile, Malik, commander of the Third Rank, fights through the gates of Sinop and personally destroys every last rebel there.


The assault begins on Georgia and Jerusalem... the year is 1182.