The Reign Of Fire (1779 - 1796)
Every Empire has its time. A spring time´s bloom, a summer of passion, an autumn of harvest and finaly a winter of decay. The grand Empire of the Ottomans was no exception to this rule. Way past its prime it seemed oddly out of place, a gigantic relic of glorious times long since passed. An old dinosaur that had lost its teeth. What was to be done, Sultan Selim III. mumbled. What to do to stop this painful rot, this slow slide into mediocrity?
Selim knew he was not exceptional a ruler himself. But then who was? Where not all great men mere mortals in the end? The only thing sure was that something would have to be done. His realm was disintegrating before his very eyes. Whacked by civil unrest and misguided religious dogmatism, forever destabilized by the many different peoples under the umbrella of islam
it was getting ever increasingly difficult to resert the mere semblance of control.
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Damn this!" the Sultan roared, "
and damn you all, you pack of thieving diletantes!". With anger in his eyes and disgust in his stomach he dismissed all royal ministers. For puny bureaucrats they had been who excelled only in their mutual greed. All they ever did was plunder the empire´s riches for their own petty needs and drown their sorrows in liquor. No, he needed brisk men of action, capable men who would be able to once more bring order to the empire and strength to its many soldiers.
When he saw the honourless scroundrels who seeked to become his new ministers, however, Selim III.´s heart sank. Furiously he ordered them flogged and forced himself to relaxe. Smoking a Huka and drifting of into the etherical realms of opium he sadly smiled a bitter smile and reinstated his old cabinet.
Mediocre ministers and fools they had been but at least not outright criminals. At least he hoped and prayed so.
A dozen moons later further worrying news arrived. The cradle of civilization itself had been engulfed in war. Some lawless elements had ousted the rightful governor of Egypt, castrated him and sent him back to Constantinople with a message for the Sultan. In it they had had the cheek to declare independence and dare his majesties armies to ever return.
Furious to the brink of breakdown Selim III. ordered his generals to organise an immediate punitive expedition. Order was to be restored and the godblessed control of the Ottomans over all lands south of Alexandria once more regained. His generals, however, being a lowly bunch of cowards and traitors covered in fear and advised negotiation. General Gazi suggested bribing them off while General Bayar simply advised to give up Egypt for good, claiming it was not worth bothering. Thoroughly disgusted by this defeatist attitude the Sultan howled in anger. Downing a bottle of Brandy he drew his sword and roared :
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Must I do this myself? Is there no man left at this court who is still a man? What women are you? What has become of this realm that we have stooped so low? I warn you! The next man who talks of capitulation or negotiation shall be hanged and quartered and his remains fed to the christians!"
There was shock and silence after this. One man, however, stood up and drew his own sword. General Djezzar Pasha fell to his knees and vowed not to rest nor taste the sweetness of wine or woman ere Egypt was not once again in the hands of the Sultan. Later that same day he left with 100.000 men, marching due south. Weeks passed. Then, lo and behold, news spread of Egypt´s surrender and its subsequent subjugation. Pasha returned in a triumphant parade. The Sultan moved to tears by this show of bravery induced him with the title of
Lion Of Egypt. Fresh hope blossomed. Could a new and hard steel be once more forged out of this rusty old iron?
Ah...Allah, it seemed, contiued to smile benevolently on the Ottomans. In any case the Empire´s resolve had created quite an impression in europes courts. Soon thereafter the russian ambassador requested an audience with Selim III. and handed over an official dispatch of the Czar of Russia :
Sultan of Sultans!
We seek to inform you of the fact that we signed a pact of friendship, peace and nonagression with your father, the late Sultan. It has come to our attention that you to this date know not of said treaty. Let us assure you it is in fact valid. We have sent a copy together with this dispatch on which you can clearly see your fathers signature and his seal. Mighty one! We bow before you and hope to continue our amicable relationship with you.
signed,
Catherine the Great
Ha! Selim smiled coldly. With contempt in his look he glanced at the socalled "nonaggressionpact" and immediately knew it was a fake and a crude one at that. Silly russian subterfudge! Lowly deceit the likes of which could only come from russian scumbags....and above all....from this loathsome woman. Ah well. The Sultan had never planned to engage Russia anyway. A backward and cold country populated by semicivilized savages....in short a lost cause, a hopeless case. Should they rot in their barbarity till Kingdom come! Smelly Cavemen with furcaps and bad manners the lots of them! Sacrifising even one ottoman soldier would be a waste for such a wasteland. No. Selim III. had his own plans. Hence he eagerly consented to this Treaty. He wished no land from the Bear...
For in the meantime he had assembled a truly grand army in the Balkans. Having secured spanish and now also russian neutrality he was free to act and fullfill the destiny of the Ottoman Empire. Ever since the days of Suleyman the great had the goal of all undertakings, the big prize, been Vienna. Austria, this fierce empire of evil, this realm of heretics needed to be reigned in. Only once it had finaly seen the light and acknowledged ottoman overlordship could Sultan Selim III. die in peace. To this effect a mobilisation of epic proportions had been ordered and 2 million soldiers recruited and massed near Bosnia. The Sultan knew of his generals limited abilities but still he hoped that the aweinspiring numbers of his fine soldiers alone would prevail in the end. Also he had worked out a daring attack plan and hoped that this ambitious undertaking could thus be achieved...
On january 1st 1791 General Gazi and 400.000 men (including 900 cannons) were shipped to Veneto. Simultaneously General Bayar assembled another 350.000 men in Croatia, fielding 750 cannons. In march of same year war was declared and the holy Crusade for Vienna began. Both generals immediately invaded and overwhelmed the bordergarrisons. Constantly beeing reinfoced with fresh infantry both armies quickly advanced, crushing several austrian armies in the process. The Archduke´s defense, however, was suspiciously limited. It seemed he was withdrawing most of his forces while sacrifizing others in order to lure the ottoman armies ever more northwards. Selim understood this and grew worried. General Gazi, however, did not and gripped by a mad fury advanced ever further. After 6 months of war he reached Vienna, encountering only meager resistance. He promptly stormed the city, allowed his soldiers to plunder its riches and then continued on towards Munich. General Bayard followed suite and occupied most of balkanic Austria. With the Halfmoon now flying in Vienna the war seemed won. The Sultan allowed himself to hope. He sent peaceovertures to the Archduke merely demanding the vassalisation of Austria. The Archduke however refused. Thus stability dropped in Austria and chaos broke out. Its citizens, it seemed, did not believe in the continuation of war. But something did not smell right. The main body of the Archduke´s army had still not been crushed. The Sultan feared that Austria would not yield before it was crushed. So he ordered Gazi to continue his offensive into Germany. This the mad general did, taking Munich shortly thereafter. Suddenly, out of nowhere however, the mainarmy of the Habsburgs appeared. A new general commanded it, a man of brilliant tactical genius. This man, Erzherzog Karl by name, attacked Gazi´s Army and simply massacred it. Nobody knew what exactly happened. The Sultan had ordered a tactical retreat but Gazi had stubbornly stormed on ahead and into his doom. Worse, the incompetent General Bayar also defied orders and instead of retreating remained in a whorehouse in Salzburg, transfixed by the beauty of the fair austrian lasses. His army was attacked by surprise and destroyed. In a matter of 3 months the tide of war had turned. Both main armies destroyed with the loss of 200.000 men and 1000 cannons forced the ottomans to fall back. Erzherzog Karl now retook several provinces. In desperation Selim III. begged old general Djezzar Pasha, the Lion Of Egypt, to save the day. Pasha promptly set sail with 100.000 men and 500 pieces of cannon. A few months later he reached Croatia where he was joined with heavy ottoman reinforcements, upgrading his strength to 320.000 men and 800 cannons. By now the murderous Erzherzog had advanced all the way down to the Balkans. Too far it turned out. With his exhausted army he tried to storm a maximumfort and took heavy casualities, reducing his force to a mere 90.000 men. Then Pasha attacked.
With such overwhelming odds the battle was a foregone conclusion. Heavily defeated and almost routed the Erzherzog retreated with a small force of 5000 men. Pursued by Pasha his fate was sealed. He would die. The austrian Archduke now begged Sultan Selim III. for mercy. The Sultan was inclined to show compassion as he was impressed by the Erzherzog´s skills. Also, he thought, as Austria would now become a protectorate of the Ottoman Empire he could well use this fierce soldier. So in a noble spirit Selim consented and the
Peace Of Constantinople was signed. Austria agreed to ottoman overlordship and the Sultan in return spared the life of this magnificent general. After peace was signed the Sultan wept with joy. It had been a day of days. Oh....such glory at such late stage. It was almost too much for a man. Widespread celebrations marked the return to peace. The Ottoman Empire shined brighter than ever and with a 100.000 strong turkish garrison in Vienna an irongrip was exerted on the Heart Of Europe...
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