The General Who Chose Death Over Abandoning His Men (The Plague of Amwas)

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[00:00:00]The year was 639 AD, the 18th year after Alhedra.

[00:00:06]The colossal ironclad armies of the Roman Empire had been utterly annihilated. The magnificent ancient cities of Damascus, Antioch, and Jerusalem had all opened their gates to the Rashidan forces. The military campaign, a grueling theater of conflict that had raged for years, was finally supposed to be over. The veterans of Yamuk, the men who had charged through freezing winter winds and blazing desert heat, had earned their peace. Under the brilliant, deeply pious leadership of the Supreme Commander Abu Ubeda Jarak, the Muslims had begun to settle a sham.

[00:00:46]They were establishing administration, distributing the immense spoils of the Roman East, and integrating the conquered provinces into the rapidly expanding caliphate.

[00:00:57]But as the swords were finally sheathed, a new, far deadlier shadow began to creep across the Levant. It did not march with war drums. It did not carry any banners. It was an invisible, suffocating nightmare. And it was about to inflict more devastation upon the Islamic high command than the entire opposing military had managed in half a decade of total war. Before we witness the true horror of this unseen enemy, a massive salute to our elite guards and commanders on Patreon for funding this battlefield.

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[00:01:49]It began in a small unassuming Palestinian village located just a few miles west of Jerusalem. A settlement named Amwas.

[00:01:59]At first, it was just a localized outbreak. A handful of soldiers falling ill with incredibly sudden violent symptoms. Black, agonizing swellings would erupt on their skin. A raging, uncontrollable fever would consume them.

[00:02:15]Within days, perfectly healthy, battleh hardened veterans, warriors who had survived the fiercest cavalry charges on earth, were dying in pure agony within their tents. This was not a standard illness. This was a catastrophic manifestation of the bubonic plague.

[00:02:34]Tarun ammo.

[00:02:36]In the 7th century, medical science offered zero defense against such a biological horror. The pathogen was highly contagious, exceptionally lethal, and completely misunderstood by the empires of the world. It moved through the fleas. It traveled via rats. It clung to the very fabric of the soldiers cloaks. Within weeks, the isolated sickness exploded into a devastating regional pandemic. The contagion swept violently through the military camps stationed across Palestine, Jordan, and the southern frontier. The unseen killer ripped through the ranks with astonishing speed. Down in the arid, sunbaked deserts of Arabia, news of the catastrophe reached Elmadina.

[00:03:24]Khif Omar, the stern, uncompromising ruler of the empire, received the dispatches from the northern front. The reports were grim. The army was not merely taking casualties. It was being systematically eradicated.

[00:03:39]The caiff's heart was gripped by a specific profound dread. It was not just the infantry trapped in the hot zone. It was his closest friends. It was the absolute elite of the companions.

[00:03:52]Surrounded by the nightmare were legendary commanders. Maad Jabel, Yazid Abbis Sufyan, Sharbil Ebn Hassna, the undefeated Safe Allah, Khalid, Ebn Walid, and most importantly, the supreme commander himself, Abu Oeda.

[00:04:13]To Caiff Omar, Abu Oeda was not just a general. He was a deeply beloved brother. The prophet had once declared him the uniquely trustworthy man of this nation. The caiff viewed him as the bedrock of the provincial administration and potentially his future successor.

[00:04:32]Caiff Omar refused to sit idle while his brothers perished. He immediately mobilized a small entourage and rode out of the peninsula heading straight for the northern border. He needed to assess the disaster personally. He had to save his commanders.

[00:04:49]After days of hard riding, the leader of the faithful arrived at the dusty border town of Serg, situated on the outer fringes of the conquered territory. Word of his approach had been sent ahead.

[00:05:03]Riding out from the stricken depths of the province to meet him, was the high command. Abu Oeda, alongside the senior generals, arrived at the camp in Serg to brief their ruler. When the men sat down, the full gravity of the situation was laid bare. The death toll was staggering. Thousands of believers were already dead, and the outbreak was only intensifying.

[00:05:28]A historic, desperately tense council was convened right there in the dust of Serge. Caiff Omar had to make a critical strategic decision. Should the ruler proceed into the infested lands of Asham or should he turn back to an Madina? He first summoned El Muajarin.

[00:05:47]He presented the terrifying dilemma. The early immigrants were deeply divided.

[00:05:53]Some argued passionately, saying, "You have set out for a purpose, and we do not think you should turn back. You are the leader. You must stand with your army." But others vehemently disagreed, warning, "You have the remainder of the people and the companions of the prophet with you. We do not advise you to expose them to this plague. It is a death sentence.

[00:06:16]Frustrated by the division, the caiff dismissed them and summoned Alansar.

[00:06:21]But the helpers were equally split. The fear of the contagion and the duty of leadership clashed violently in their hearts. Finally, Caiff Omar summoned the elder statesmen of Kuresh. These were the pragmatic, experienced veterans of Mecca. Their verdict was unanimous and absolute. They advised, "We recommend that you return with the people and do not expose them to this destruction."

[00:06:48]Caiff Omar listened to the profound wisdom of the elders. He made his choice. He stood before the camp and commanded his herald to announce, "In the morning, I will be returning on my mount, so set out with me." He was turning back, taking his entourage back to the safety of Arabia. But the announcement struck the supreme commander like a physical blow. Abu Abeda was a man of absolute uncompromising faith. He believed the plague was a divine decree. To run from it in his eyes was a failure of spiritual trust. He stepped forward, eyes locked onto the caiff. The tension in the camp became suffocating. The two most powerful men in the empire, bound by decades of brotherhood, now stood at a fundamental ideological crossroads.

[00:07:40]Abu Abeda challenged the caiff openly.

[00:07:44]His voice thick with emotion. He asked, "Oh, Omar, are you fleeing from the decree of Allah?" The camp fell dead silent. It was a piercing question. To accuse Caiff Omar, a man legendary for his fearless devotion of fleeing from God's will was a profound challenge.

[00:08:04]Caiff Omar looked deeply at his beloved friend. History records the visible pain on his face that it was Abu Abeda who asked this. He replied, delivering one of the most brilliant, philosophically profound statements in Islamic history.

[00:08:21]If only someone other than you had said this, oh Abu Abeda.

[00:08:26]Yes, we are fleeing from the decree of Allah to the decree of Allah.

[00:08:31]He then offered a legendary analogy. If you had a flock of sheep and you went down a valley that had two sides, one side fertile and green, and the other side barren and dry. If you graze them on the fertile side, do you not graze them by the decree of Allah? And if you graze them on the baron side, do not graze them by the decree of Allah.

[00:08:54]Taking precautions, protecting human life, and avoiding a lethal pathogen was not a rejection of faith. It was the very essence of it. Just as the heavy emotional debate reached its peak, another senior companion rode into the camp. It was Abd or Rahman ibn Alf who had been absent attending to some needs.

[00:09:16]He heard the argument. He stepped into the center of the council and delivered a decisive absolute verdict. He announced, "I have knowledge regarding this exact matter. I heard prophet of Allah say, if you hear of an outbreak of plague in a land, do not enter it. But if the plague breaks out in a place while you are in it, do not leave that place to flee from it." The commanders were stunned. This was not just military strategy anymore. This was a direct explicit prophetic command.

[00:09:50]14 centuries before modern medicine would understand the mechanics of bacterial transmission, the prophet had laid down the absolute fundamental laws of global pandemic quarantine.

[00:10:02]No one goes in and no one comes out. For caiff Omar, this authentic narration was the ultimate validation. He praised Allah loudly. The decision was sealed by divine guidance. The uninfected entourage would not cross the border.

[00:10:21]But the second half of the prophetic command carried a dark, terrifying weight. If you are already in it, do not leave. The high command was already inside the hot zone. They could not leave. They could not return to the pure air of the desert. They were biologically locked inside the province.

[00:10:41]Caiff Omar and his beloved Supreme Commander embraced for what both men silently feared would be the final time.

[00:10:49]The caiff turned his mount southward, his heart heavy with the absolute terror of what he was leaving behind.

[00:10:57]Meanwhile, Abu Abeda pulled his cloak tight against the cold wind. He mounted his warhorse and alongside the greatest generals of the Rashidan forces, he rode back north, plunging straight back into the suffocating nightmare. The true horror of Omis was only just beginning.

[00:11:17]The return journey into Asham was a descent into a living nightmare. The military camps that had once echoed with the thundering drills of the Rashidan cavalry were now suffocatingly quiet.

[00:11:30]There was no clash of steel, no war cries, no strategic maps drawn in the sand. The greatest field army in the world had been brought to a complete standstill by an enemy they could not see, fight or negotiate with. Tarun Ammois did not discriminate between infantrymen and elite cavalry. The pathogen ravaged the ranks, turning the sprawling encampments of the province into vast openair hospices.

[00:12:00]Men who had shattered the ironclad legions of Rome now lay shivering on the cold earth covered in black lesions.

[00:12:07]Their bodies consumed by a raging unstoppable fever. From the safety of Elm Medina, Caiff Omar was agonizing over the fate of his brothers. He was acutely aware that the supreme commander was living on borrowed time inside the hot zone. Desperate to save his beloved friend, the caiff devised a final frantic strategy to pull Abu Abeda out of the quarantine. He drafted an urgent sealed dispatch and sent his fastest rider north. The letter read, "An urgent matter has arisen, and I have a profound need for your counsel. I command you upon reading this letter not to put it down until you mount your horse and ride to me in Elm Medina."

[00:12:54]It was a brilliant emotional loophole.

[00:12:56]The califf was trying to order him out of the infected lands under the guise of state emergency.

[00:13:03]When the courier arrived in the stricken camp and handed the parchment to Abu Oeda, the supreme commander broke the seal and read the urgent command. A quiet, sorrowful smile crossed his face.

[00:13:17]He saw right through the political maneuver. He knew exactly what the ruler of the faithful was trying to do.

[00:13:25]Abu Obeda turned to his deputies and said, "I know the need of the leader of the believers. He wishes to secure the survival of a man who is not destined to remain." He took out his own parchment and penned a heartbreaking reply. "Oh Umrah, I understand your need of me, but I am the army of the Muslims. I have no desire to save myself and leave them to their fate. I will not separate from them until Allah decrees his will upon us. So release me from your command and allow me to stay with my men.

[00:14:04]When Khalif received this response back in Arabia, he wept so intensely that the companions around him grew terrified.

[00:14:12]They asked, "Has Abu Oa died?" The califf, tears soaking his beard, replied, "No, but he is on the verge."

[00:14:23]And the califf's fears were absolute reality. Shortly after sending that letter, the inevitable struck. The trustworthy man of the nation, the architect of the Syrian conquest, noticed a small dark swelling on his hand. The infection had breached his defenses.

[00:14:41]As the catastrophic fever took hold, Abu Oeda knew his time was ending. He summoned his remaining strength and called for the troops to gather.

[00:14:52]Supported by his aids, the dying supreme commander stood before his devastated, plaguerridden army to deliver his final orders.

[00:15:01]His voice, though weakened by the affliction, carried the unwavering conviction that had conquered Jerusalem.

[00:15:09]Oh people, he proclaimed this disease is a mercy from your Lord and it is the cause of death for the righteous who came before you. Establish your prayers, fast your month, give in charity, and remain united. Advise one another and do not let the world deceive you. Then scanning the faces of his grieving warriors, he made his final strategic decree. He needed a successor. He needed a man of immense spiritual gravity to hold the fracturing army together. He pointed to another legendary companion of prophet, the brilliant scholar and warrior, Mahad Iban Jabal.

[00:15:51]I appoint Maad as your commander, Abu Oeda announced, securing the chain of command.

[00:15:59]Moments later, surrounded by the men he had led to the absolute pinnacle of global power, Abu Aubeda Jarak closed his eyes for the final time. The year was 639 AD. The Rashidan forces had just lost their supreme commander. The grief that swept through Asham was immeasurable. The men wept not just for a general but for a man who had treated every soldier like his own son.

[00:16:29]But the contagion offered no time for mourning. The biological slaughter continued relentlessly.

[00:16:36]Mahad Iban Jezebel took the mantle of leadership. He was a man deeply loved by the prophet celebrated for his immense intellect and profound grasp of divine juristprudence.

[00:16:48]He stood before the terrified, decimated ranks, attempting to steady their breaking morale. He reminded them that to run in panic was futile, that their destiny was written, and that they must face this invisible terror with the same discipline they had shown at Yammuk. But Tarun Amas was completely merciless.

[00:17:11]Within days of assuming supreme command, tragedy struck Maad Iban Jebel's own tent. His beloved son Abd al-Ramman contracted the horrifying sickness. As the boy lay dying in agony, Mahad knelt beside him, testing his son's faith in his final moments. The boy responded with perfect, unshakable trust in divine will and passed away in his father's arms. Mahad buried his son in the cold earth of the Levant. But before the dust could even settle on the grave, the dark swellings appeared on the new Supreme Commander's own skin. The affliction tore through Mahad with terrifying velocity. As the fever consumed his mind and body, he lay in his command tent, drifting in and out of consciousness.

[00:18:03]The senior generals gathered around him, watching in absolute horror as the contagion was systematically destroying their second leader in a matter of weeks.

[00:18:13]In his final breathless moments, Maad ibn Jabul looked toward the heavens. He did not ask for a cure. He did not beg for relief from the agonizing pain.

[00:18:25]Instead, he whispered words of absolute submission, welcoming the decree of his creator. And then he too was gone.

[00:18:35]The situation in Asham had gone from a regional crisis to an apocalyptic catastrophe.

[00:18:42]The plague had decapitated the military structure not once but twice. The army was bleeding out. The camps were graveyards.

[00:18:52]Tens of thousands of the finest warriors on earth were dead. And now the highest seat of command was empty once again.

[00:19:01]The surviving forces were leaderless, surrounded by an invisible enemy that was butchering them daily. They needed a radical unprecedented strategy to survive or the entire northern front of the Islamic caliphate would be completely annihilated.

[00:19:17]They needed a man who understood that conventional faith and stubborn endurance were no longer enough. They needed a tactical genius who realized that the only way to defeat the plague was to run from it. Stepping out from the shadow of the devastation was a veteran tactician, a man renowned throughout Arabia for his cunning intellect and political brilliance, Amru Ibn Alas. As the senior surviving general, Amru assumed control of the fracturing army. He looked out at the densely packed encampments, the very formations that had allowed them to crush the Roman shield walls at Yarmmuk.

[00:19:56]But in this new war, those tight formations were their greatest weakness.

[00:20:01]The dense clusters of tents, the shared water sources, the massive communal gatherings, they were the perfect breeding ground for the contagion.

[00:20:11]Amu Ibn Alas realized an undeniable truth. This pathogen was not an enemy they could fight with swords, but it behaved exactly like an adversary he understood intimately.

[00:20:23]Fire. He immediately summoned the remaining troops. Standing before the exhausted, terrified survivors, Amra delivered a radical, unprecedented order that would alter the course of medical history. "Oh people," he shouted, his voice cutting through the moans of the dying. "When this affliction strikes, it ignites and spreads exactly like a blazing wildfire.

[00:20:48]And you are its fuel. Therefore, scatter yourselves from it. disperse into the mountains and separate from one another.

[00:20:57]It was a monumental paradigm shift.

[00:20:59]Instead of huddling together in the valleys to endure the trial, Amra was commanding them to completely abandon their fortified positions. He was ordering a mass decentralized retreat into the high alitude wilderness of Asham.

[00:21:14]There was immediate resistance. Some of the deeply conservative veterans protested, arguing that fleeing the camps was cowardice, a betrayal of their fallen brothers, or a rejection of divine decree. But Amir Alas was absolutely uncompromising.

[00:21:32]He understood the profound lesson caiff Omra had established at the border of Suruk. Protecting human life was an act of faith. The orders were forced through. The mighty military machine dismantled its camps. In small, isolated groups, the healthy soldiers broke formation and began a massive exodus up into the rugged, freezing mountain passes. They scattered across the highlands, creating vast distances between the squads and aggressively isolating the infected from the uninfected.

[00:22:06]And then they waited. High in the mountains, breathing the crisp, isolated air, the believers watched the valleys below. Slowly, miraculously, the strategy began to work. By completely removing the dense concentrations of human bodies, Amra had starved the contagion of its fuel. The chain of transmission was violently severed. The invisible fire of Tarun Ammoir finally began to burn itself out. The agonizing swellings stopped appearing. The fevers broke. The relentless shadow of death that had suffocated the province for months finally began to lift. The radical mountain quarantine had saved the remnants of the army. But as the survivors descended from the peaks and returned to the valleys, the absolute scale of the devastation became horrifyingly clear. The cost of the conquest was beyond calculation.

[00:23:05]Some sources say that nearly 25,000 Muslims perished in the outbreak. A staggering percentage of the original vanguard that had marched out of Arabia was gone. The soil of Asham now held the bodies of the absolute legends of the early Islamic state. Abu Abeda Jarak, Maad Jabel, Yazid Ibn, Abbi Sufyan, Shurbil, Ibn Hassan, fathers, sons, brothers, and the elite companions of the prophet of Lillah. The towering pillars of the caliphate had been leveled.

[00:23:43]Back in Il Medina, Caiff received the final casualty reports. The ruler of the caliphate was completely devastated.

[00:23:52]The administration of the Northern Territories was entirely vacant. He would have to personally travel back to the province to rebuild the political structure from the ashes of the plague.

[00:24:04]Ultimately elevating a young, ambitious governor named Maawia to fill the void.

[00:24:09]A decision that would echo through centuries of history. But as the dust settled on the mass graves of Ammoir, one legendary figure remained standing in the ruined province. A man who had survived a hundred battles. A man who had shattered empires.

[00:24:26]A warrior who had watched his closest brothers consumed by the plague yet remained physically untouched.

[00:24:34]Khaled Walid, the undefeated Seoolah, was still alive. But his final heartbreaking trial was about to begin.

[00:24:44]Commanders, the Syrian theater has been permanently scarred. Next time on Historic Warlands, we witness the absolute end of an era. The final charge, the shocking dismissal, and the farewell to the greatest military genius, Khalidn Walid. You do not want to miss episode 21. If you want to watch it right now early and completely adree, join our elite guards on Patreon using the link below.

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