First theatre of war, Diyarbakır, the Ottoman Empire
"Pah!"
Nazim Khan was panting heavily, jolted awake by one of his subordinates. His face was pale, and cold sweat soaked his back. He'd struggled to sleep the night before, tossing and turning for hours. Only a short while ago had he finally managed to get some rest, and now, being woken up so suddenly, he was furious.
"What?" he growled, his eyes taking on a fierce light.
Asim shuddered, "Um, Pasha, we received... we received intelligence from the scouts that the alliance army has already approached the southern riverbank, 20 km from the city."
Nazim Khan was immediately enraged. "Damn it!!" He hurriedly got up from the bed, dressed up, and left for the barracks.
"Has there been any reply from the capital?" His voice was hopeful. Unfortunately, they were crushed mercilessly.
"No, Your Excellency Pasha, we haven't heard back from the capital yet."
"Tsk!"
