Skanderbeg! Skanderbeg! Skanderbeg!

Another typical day whereby two thousand men are sent out to die in the no man's land. 

The commander of a three thousand men regiment named Adrianos Chronoulis watches these men being dragged into the large parade square, being issues their weapons with no armour protection of course, and then they marched out of the camp under the watchful eyes of the 'supervisors' tracing them at the back, cutting down anyone who dares to escape from one's duty.