Author #4
Konstantinople, Ottoman Empire, 1512
The great ruler of the mighty Ottoman Empire looked out over the great map laid out in front of him, he, and the empire was at the peak of its power, from Kairo in the south, to Wallakia in the north, everyone obeyed him, the empire fielded an army never seen before, and yet, the sultan was not pleased.
- Mehmet! He screamed
- Yes, your worshipfullnes? Mehmed said in a low, obeying voice.
- Summon the commanders of the northern forces
- Yes your worshipfullnes. Mehmed said and scuttled away.
The thin, short man that was Mehmet rushed through the corridors of the palace, outside a canary from one of the many bird houses sang its cheerful tune, the sun flowed in everywhere, Mehmet hated this, he hated sun, birds, trees, everything.
- If they only knew, if they only knew... He said for himself.
The northern forces were divided up in three sections:
1st northern detachment, the second northern detachment and the third northen detachment, there was four commanders:
1st northern detachement: Abdul Herit ibn Sula
2nd northern detachement: Ahmed Gilmeg
3rd northern detachement: Muhammad Fahrk ibn Hert
Overall northern commander: Yussuf Grif ibn Hatt
The overall commander was easiest to find, he was always walking through one of the gardens, “in search of peace” he said, if Mehmet knew the sultan right, he wouldn´t see any peace for a long time.
Planning room
The men sat down and looked at each other – this was not good. Mehemet was hiding in the shadows, he was in fact not there as far as the commanders were concerned, as the sultan entered, all men in the room bowed deeply, then sat down at the pillows.
- Commanders, the sultan began. Today, we will march out towards Hungary,
for the glory of the Ottoman Empire.
- And, your worshipfullness, what are our objectives with this war? Yussuf
said
- We will either annex them or force them to cede three strategic provinces
- Which will these ‘three strategic provinces’ be?
- That, gentlemen will be determined by the outcome of the war. You are dismissed.
Turko-hungarian border
The wardrums sounded, the soldiers of the Ottoman Empire, dressed in their blue uniforms stepped out of the tents, the Hungarians were to be taken by surprise, the declaration of war was on its way towards Bukarest.
Bukarest
The king opened up the envelope and spread the contents over the table, there was a piece of paper with beautiful letters. The king, not beeing able to read passed the paper over to one of the nobles who read:
Unto the king of Hungary, because of unjustice to fellow Turk farmers,
peasants and workmen living inside Hungary, we, the sultan of the Ottoman
Empire, defender of faith declare you war.
- Was that all? The king asked
- Yes, your royal highness The nobleman asked.
The king began to laugh, between the attacks of laughter he managed to say:
- Was that all he could come up with? Why doesn´t he blame us for snow in the winter as well?
He then began to laugh again, but he shouldn´t, the Ottoman army had, during the time it took the messenger to reach Bukarest beaten a large contingent of the Hungarian army and laid siege to three provinces.
Six months later
The war was over, farmlands lay devastated, houses in ruins, thousands homeless, the outcome was obvious, the Ottomans had made a giant victory over the Hungarians, Hungary was no more.
Konstantinople
The sultan was drinking some coffe when a sweaty messenger ran in.
- Your worshipfulness, he said while gasping for air, a message.
The messenger handed the sultan a paper and then walked away.
The sultan opened the scroll and read:
Unto The sultan of the ottoman empire.
Your recent actions agains our brothers in Hungary will not go avenged, you son of a b***h, may your soul rot in hell!
Highest regards, the king of Austria, who does not sink so low that he shows
his name to lesser humans.
The sultan fell back, desperate to get air, his eyes rolled, and with a loud THUMP! He fell backwards onto some pillows, cause of death: stroke.
It soon showed what a disaster the death of the sultan was, he was the glue that held the empire together, the newly accuired lands of Hungary revolted, Mehmet led a revolt in asia minor, claiming to be the son of a sultan that was previously thought to have died childless. The empire crumbled, just because a simple letter from a king that did not posess the military strength to take on the empire. But now, however, every country tried to get a piece of the cake: Austria, Poland, Persia, Venice... The list was enormous, and after twenty years, the Ottoman Empire had fallen, split up by its neighbours, consumed by internal revolt.
When the empire defeated Hungary, it defeated itself.
[Editor's Note: Capitalized some names, and added a period at the end of the last line; however, no spellings were altered]
