>>5993956>>5993993>>5994110You stride into the command tent, the light of the flickering oil lamps casting shadows on the canvas walls. Yusuf al-Fahd, a formidable swordsman and son of a respected emir, stands over a map spread across a wooden table. His gaze rises to meet yours, his eyes sharp and expectant. The air inside the tent is tense, laden with the weight of the conflict brewing outside.
"Sayyid," you begin, addressing him with the respect owed to his lineage, "there are about seven thousand of them. Moving towards Jerusalem."
Yusuf al-Fahd's grimace deepens as he traces a path on the map with his finger. "More than twice our number."
"True," you concede, stepping closer to the table. "But not all of them are warriors, Sayyid, many are camp followers. Whores and wine-mongers. If we ambush them here in this narrow pass between two ridges, it will funnel them into a confined space, where their numbers won't offer them much protection."
His gaze meets yours, weighing the risks and costs, the lines on his face deepening with the burden of command. For a moment, the only sound in the tent is the faint rustling of the wind outside, sifting through the sand.
Yusuf al-Fahd finally nods, his eyes reflecting a resolve that burns bright. "All right, Kamil. Let us prepare the Mujahideen for battle."
He gathers his men, sharing your intelligence and issuing orders with the authority of a leader born to command. As the word spreads, the camp stirs to life. Warriors emerge from their tents, preparing their weapons, tightening armor straps, and murmuring prayers under their breath. The anticipation builds, and the Mujahideen move with a focused determination.
You find yourself beside Yusuf al-Fahd, your sword sheathed at your side, the weight of the battle ahead resting on your shoulders. Together, you lead the Mujahideen to their positions under the cover of darkness, the night air heavy with the promise of conflict.
As dawn approaches, you take your place among your brothers, your eyes fixed on the horizon. The Crusaders approach, unaware of the trap that awaits them in the narrow pass. The time for battle has come, and you steel yourself, ready to strike like the desert wind.
>You stay close to Yusuf al-Fahd, offering your tactical insights as he commands the Mujahideen.>You pray silently, asking for strength and wisdom to guide your hand in the battle ahead.>You request permission to target the enemy leader, aiming to cut off the head of the snake amid the chaos of battle, even if it means risking your own life. 