Lead my 6 followers and 60-something member army, full of final tier Khergit and Sarranid cavalry units, to assault a castle. My archers and I (both being horse archers currently dismounted due to the siege) take down the enemy archers and crossbowmen on the walls. I follow my infantry up the siege ladders and proceed to headshot ~50 enemy infantry as they try to climb the stairs to the wall and enemy archers as they fire from the courtyard. I had to make several runs to grab arrows from slain archers to keep my ammunition up. I succeed against ~200 enemy soldiers, mostly recruits, and take around 15 actual casualties. Having a companion with high surgery is immensely useful.
So I take the castle, request that it be awarded to me, and sit still to rest.
A while later and two groups from different countries come by and lay siege to the castle. They are weak on their own, so I sally forth and annihilate them with my tired and wounded troops, taking out another hundred with a handful of casualties.
I return to the castle to rest my forces and pray that was the end of it.
Turns out the entire Vaegir army decided to pay me a visit.
Six hundred of the enemy wait outside my walls, eager for their siege ladders to be completed in order to assault the puny garrison. A messenger arrives and tells me that I am named marshal of the Khergit Khanate. My promotion seems silly in light of the situation. As the sun rises on the next day, the enemy attacks.
300 enemy troops assault my few-day-old captured fortress. My infantry sit at the entrance to the ladders, my archers pick off what they can, and I await their advance up.
So many headshots. I proceed to single-handedly take out around half of the enemy as my infantry forces a bottleneck which stalls the enemy on the ladder. One drops, the one behind advances and stops in his place, drops, and repeat. A factory of arrow-death, made all the more frantic due to the limited supply of arrows (ran out of my 64 arrows rather quickly, had to scavenge for arrows that were stuck in the crenelations). The last of the enemy, an archer, falls at the base of the ladder. The vast majority of the enemy lay dead, only a handful were wounded. I was ecstatic that I had won. I could have sworn there were around 600 soldiers, but only 300 had arrived. I deal with prisoners, the loot, and go back to the main screen.
I was right about the number the first time. I have around 20 soldiers against their 300 this time. If they can stall the enemy, I alone will take out their army. An entire wave advances up and dies, taking a couple of the defenders with it. Another wave attacks and falters. A third wave rushes up the ladders, breaks through the bottleneck and swarms my wounded soldiers. Armored infantry advance on me with spear and sword as I thread a few arrows into their helmets. I fall, unable to block all of the melee strikes with my trusty awlpike. I'm taken prisoner and left to rot in the castle I took a few days ago with the news that I am relieved of my station of Marshal and compensated for my 1 day(s) of service.