All three sides of the city are under attack, with a smaller force including a ram and two ladder teams to the south, a medium sized force of two siege towers and a ram at the main, western gate, and a large army with many ladder teams and a ram moving against the north gate.
In the north the ladder teams isolate two small companies of Turks to overcome, and scale the ladder to attack while the ram moves into position.
In the south the ladder teams are only a distraction to prevent the long range Turkish bowmen from burning the ram in use there. The teams are not expected to capture the walls, but have orders to tie up the defenders as long as possible. At the western gate the siege towers and ram reach their positions simultaneously, a testament to young Yeranors' skill as a commander.
The fighting on the north walls is favorable, and soon the two smaller Turkish forces are in flight, but several larger groups of Turks have arrived to reinforce them. The Armenian mercenaries now own the walls and must fight to defend them. To the south the enemy has sallied Ghazis to attack the crew of the ram. Yeranors rides hard to reinforce them, and is met by a company of mounted Turks. the fight is fierce, and the infantry on both sides sustains heavy casualties.
The siege towers take the walls at the western gate against no opposition, but rather than attack immediately they wait for the gate to fall before marching down. At the south gate Yeranors has called up his reserve, two companies of axemen, and is pressing hard against the Turkish reinforcements, more Ghazis.
Fighting on the north walls is uncompromising. Weary Armenians hirelings are holding back the tide of Turkish spearmen and light infantry, but their grip is increasingly tenuous. They need the gates to fall so that the pressure against them can be lifted before more substantial enemy reinforcements attack them on the other side.
At last the Turks are cleared away from the south gate as a single Muslim cavalryman rides away to carry news of the fall of the southern walls. Yeranors rides into the city triumphantly, bringing his axemen behind him.
Unfortunately the spearmen who held the attention of the Turkish bowmen long enough to allow the south gate to fall have now been driven off, and Armenian soldiers flee the field in shame. The southeastern stretch of the city is ours from the gate down, but the southwest quadrant is still held against us.
The north gate falls at last! The axemen who crewed the ram rush into the city to reinforce the hardy mercenaries who are still holding their ground on the northerwestern walls. Taking the Turkish light infantry from behind, they begin to carve a bloody path to their allies.
The main gate has been thrown down as well, and the two companies of axemen rush down on the Sultan's guard, aided by Yeranors' second in command and a company of horse archers. The Sultan can see that he is losing his grip on the city, and he orders desperate measures. His ballista fires into the melee directly in front of the Sultan himself, striking one of his own guards and doing no harm to our men.
On the south side of the city the Turkish infantry have poured down from the walls and are fighting a desperate battle against Yeranors and his axemen. They are joined by the final Turkish reserve, more Ghazis, who block the streets to the square. The enemy there is starting to waver, however, as the superior numbers of Armenian axemen inflict heavy losses. At the western gate the Sultan's guard has been driven back several yards, and few of them remain ahorse. Their infantry is lost, and the Sultan is surrounded. At last a mercenary's sword takes him in the throat, and another Turkish King falls to an Armenian blade.
Now the enemy breaks, their will sapped by the loss of their commander. In the south and the north the few foot Turks who still struggled to resist our advance throw down their swords and attempt to flee to the square.
None of them would make it. Every Turk in the city was put to death, and the city itself was put to the sword, earning almost twelve thousand in coin for the Empire of Armenia.
(Quite an impressive defense by the AI. It managed to hold on at all three sides long enough to inflict almost equal losses on my army. A very fun battle!)
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