The Story of Colonel Antalya
No sooner had Mehmed III rose to the throne than he became deeply suspicious of Murad's divan, which had effectively governed the country for the last 20 years. Despite his lackluster mental capacities, Mehmed was determined to rule on his own, and within a year of his accession, all the members of the old divan are either exiled, imprisoned, or killed, my old incarnation, Jalal Pasha, was among the victims. I was run through in downtown Istanbul by thugs loyal to Mehmed and when I resumed consciousness with the ear-splitting headache that heralded a new incarnation, I feared I had left Turkey for good. Then the call of the muezzin reached me and I felt I was still in Turkey, which proved (sort of) correct. I was still in the Empire, but I was now Seargeant Mucip, wing commander of the American Army of the Sultan under Colonel Antalya. I now lived in the American colonies I had done so much to establish not long ago...
Before continuing, it would be wise to describe Turkish America as I found it. The very idea of Turkish America was begun in the year 979 (1572) with the establishment of Chibam in Moron. Chibam had become a city and capital of Ottoman America by 985 (1578). By 1003 (1595) Turkish America included Dawasir (Cupica), chief military staging ground and my new headquarters, the sleepy colony of Qizan (Isthmus) (pop. 213), the growing colony of Kirrikale (Bogota), and the trading territories of Cali and Mobile. By 1005 (1597), Bogota had become a city, and the largest one in Ottoman America at 3500 at that. Kirrikale was now provincial capital, but Dawasir remained headquarters of the Oujak of America, where I was now assigned. The task was dull, and my unit (20,000 Sipahis) had little to do besides chasing llama-rustlers. The bulk of the solidery wished they were back home and fantasized about fighting alongside Suleyman the Magnificent. I became very popular for relating the stories my "grandfather" had from participating in Suleyman's campaigns, and I recalled for the men over many a starlit night the epic events of Suleyman's reign: the assault on Prague, 1st and 2nd Kouban, the taking of Baghdad and Isfahan, the capture of Rome, the last stand of the Hospitallers, it was a joyous time of remembrance for myself as life in the colonies seemd dull indeed, but perhaps events would conspire to liven our lot in life.
The reign of Mehmed III came and went without any sort of distinction, the highlights were the establishment of new gold-minig colonies in Buriat (New Thrace) and Yarumal (New Kosovo). Mehmed's arrogant manner would precipitate native revolts in Buriat and Saian in Siberia and lead to the destruction of the northern expedition, who were set upon and cruelly murdered by savage natives in a land called Nippissing. Mehemd's most lasting accomplishment would be his new Naval manufacturing center in Rumelia (built 1600-02) and few lamented his death in Jumaada II 1012 (Dec 1603). Ahmed I (3/4/4)
rose to the throne and immediately showed himself to be a warmongering autocrat. His first act as Sultan was to decalre war upon England for their unconsciable embargo against Turkish merchants. At the Oujak of Dawasir, we mostly felt a sense of guilt as we twiddled our thumbs an ocean away when our sworn enemies in Hedjaz (Persia, Nubia, Uzbeks, Aden), Austria (Prussia, Saxony), Genoa (Spain), and Russia (Portugal, Algiers) joined the conflict. Our worries were alayed however, when a messenger from Kirrikale (Bogota) informed us of our marching orders: it seems that after Ferhad Pasha (4/3/3) had assaulted and captured Saxon Milan, France (Mysore, Incas, Navarra) had joined the war. We were now instructed to march southwards against the Inca Empire. We mounted our steeds and rode out from Dawasir in Jumaada I 1013 (Oct 1604), with little forknowledge of the campaign that lay ahead of us. However, after years of chasing unlicensed fur-trappers, combat with the enemy would make a welcome change and the air around us was full of dreams of victory and glory as we rode over the sparse lands of Cupica and the virtual wilderness of the Cali territory.
The forests of Cali, well beyond the pale of civilization, distant even from nearby cities like Dawasir, had never seen anything like the Battle of Cali, fought between 20,000 Sipahis and 34,000 angry Incan footsoliders. Much of the mobility edge provided by our horses was lost in the dense forest lands, and the Battle had little in the way of grand strategy, we broke our amy into strike forces of 60-120 each and advanced against specific areas of the Incan army. The thickness of the vegetation prevented any effective communication bewteen units, and each strike force did as best it could and hoped its fellow Turks were equally successful. Our strike force enjoyed great success, as we manouevered around an advancing division of heathens and fell upon them from the rear, our quarries quickly dispersed, leaving many of their compatriots dead on the field. Several hours later, the Turkish army reassembled in a large forest clearing near where Turkish traders in the territory set out on their searches for exotic goods. We discovered that victory was ours, and that the enemy was in retreat. We rode on, the most fearful part of the mission lay ahead of us, as we moved towards Incan homelands, the pagans would be in their element and we would not. Still, Colonel Antalya pressed forward and we joined him. The Incas had fallen back farther than we had thought, for we occupied the provinces of Gayanquil and Cajamarca without seeing a single Incan solider. The cities of the Incas lacked fortifications, meaning that we had only to ride through a city to claim it for Ahmed in Istanbul. Nevertheless we were wary, the rigours of the journey and combat with the Incas had severly depleted our forces, we were down to scarcely over 4,000 men as we rode into Huanaco. Then our scouts brought us hideous news--it seemed the Incas had retreated to assemble reinforcements and a stygian horde of 68,000 godless pagans was advancing from the capital province of Cuzco. Representatives from Kirrikale (Bogota) offered peace in excahnge for Gayanquil and Cajamarca to the Incan Emperor, but the heathen king refused, he had his eyes set upon Dawasir and the Cali territory. Outnumbered 17-to-1 by the advancing Incan horde, we prepared our retreat when Colonel Antalya shocked us all by telling us that we would lodge ourselves into the mountain fastness of Huanaco and make a stand against the pagan force. Many wished to desert on the spot, but the pious Antalya carried the day, asking us if God would abandon those who believe in him in favor of those who have rejected His holy word. Thus the 4,000 prepared to make our stand, wedging ourselves in the highest mountain passes we could locate and preparing for the Incan attack. The path the pagans would follow was clear, our altitude would give us an advantage, as would our superior weaponry and lightning-fast Arabian steeds, the Incas have known of horses since the arrival of Europeans, but those were lousy Spanish nags, not the purebred Arabians we Sipahis rode, and we gave oursleves what hope we could as we waited for the onslaught of the pagans. The hours seemed to tick by like decades until we finally heard the cacaphonous noise made by 68,000 advancing infantry, we turned to face our quarry and each made his peace with God, we didn't know if any of us would survive.
With muskets raised, we rained death upon the Incan advance guard as the Battle of Huanaco got underway. The pagans fell as fast as we could load our guns, but the mass of unbelievers advanced faster. With the Incas halfway up the slope to our positions, Antalya gave the order to charge, we leaped upon our mounts and gave a rousing call of "Allahu Akbar" and then we charged upon the godless masses, each expecting death but determined to take as many Incas with us as possible. It was a chaotic scence as we advanced, each of us preoccupied with the task of ensuring that each stroke of our scimitars struck down a solider of heathenism. After fighting for I know not how long, I had the luxury of surveying the larger field--we were winning. Our downhill charge had given us momentum, while the Incan formations had created human traps, as the soliders in front were pinned by those in the back as our soliders cut them to pieces. Allah had not abandoned his servants. What we had expected to be our final blaze of glory was fast becoming a route. And then it was done. Panic-striken, the rear lines of the Incas collapsed and fled, the pagan soliders abandoned thier standards and the field of battle to the Ottoman cavalry. Of the 68,000-strong Incan army, only 13,000 had escaped in disarray, while only 350 Turkish cavalrymen had met their martyrdom. We set off in hot pursuit, when our spirits were lifted further by the arrival of Lt-Colonel Rum and his reinforcments, 3,000 fresh troops. the last of the heathens were chased down in Lima, with Antlaya on their backs and Rum executing a pincer manouever that forced them into a trap. After that, only cleanup operations remained and Antalya entered Cuzco in triumph. As the stunned Incan Emperor signed over his territories to the House of Osman, he asked Antalya if he were a god. Antalya answered that he was but a humble servant of the True God and that his soliders went into battle wearing the invincible armor of Islam. Back in Kirrikale, the celebrations lasted for weeks, Ottoman America had gone from frontier land to being one of the richest lands of the globe. Yet as the heady celebrations wound to their close, our thoughts turned to our brothers in arms, how had Turkey's armies fared in the Eurasian theatre?....