A few against many

My brothers, and I stood while others fled the battlefield for the security of the walls. The Moors outnumbered us five to one, but we refused to move from our position. Every wave of poorly trained levies fell before us like wheat getting slashed by a scythe. Are their lives truly worth so little that, they can be thrown at us like this? How can a ruler treat his people so poorly? If I survive this, I will be called a hero for slaughtering countless waves of men. I live, and die for an honorable man, but I pity those on the other side. For they are shown no such respect for their actions in the name of their cause. The Moors must be expelled from our lands.

 

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