A victory

You sigh a breath of relief as your men searched the battlefield for the dying and wounded. The small saracen **** had been no match for your veteran Almain knights and quickly scattered the disorganized and fearful saracens it had not taken long from the saracens to realize they were outnumbered only for your men to encircle and cut them down taking the few that surrendered.

You wipe the sweat from your brow as the moans of the wounded are being tended to by the monks and nuns of the order of Mercy, a purely medical monastic order dedicated to serve the sick and wounded.

“Sire, the men have secured the the City of Kerak. However the situation is much worse then what were told.” Captain Willard reports.

“Go on, Captain, explain.” You say as a monk begins to bandage one of your wounds.

“The people report that the Saracens have overtaken the cities of Damacus, Bethlehem, Acre, Antioch and have even taken Jerusalem itself. The people inform us that we are the first crusaders to arrive and that no word has been heard from Prince Raymond or Princess Cateline for weeks now. The people also say that the Saracens have an army in the hundreds of thousands. What should we do My lord?”

The news hits you like punch to the gut. Your army stands alone, potentially against an army numbering in the hundreds of thousands with reinforcements probably weeks or even months away and even then they ran the risk of being destroyed as soon as they arrived. What to do? What to do?