Janissaries!

Two regiments of palace infantry parade in front of the Hospodar.
'You will know, of course, my lord', proclaims General Bulbous, 'the histories of these units: how they originally formed the Ottoman garrison of the Sanjak, and were left behind when the main ottoman forces withdrew'.
Hospodar Casimir nods. 'Yes. "Remained behind" or "were abandoned" - the records I think aren't quite clear, and I have my suspicions as to which it might be'.
'They are tough fighters, my lord'.
'Unarmed milk maids don't count, Bulbous'. 

'By all accounts, my lord, one can find some surprisingly tough milk maids in Mittelheim'.

'Perhaps. Still, the troops do look properly trained'.

'Indeed my lord. Only by having a core of trained troops in our army can we more or less guarantee that a portion of our force is left behind when the irregulars advance'.
'Indeed, Bulbous. I've often felt that cooperation and synchronisation are overrated attributes in an army'.

Bulbous points. 'See, my lord - in the front are the 47th Orta. In former days, they were assigned to guard the military baklava'.
'Excellent - and the others behind?'
'The 58th Orta, my lord. They guarded the baklava from the 47th'.
'Interesting', replies Casimir. 'And who guarded the baklava from the 58th?'
'It was a moot point, my lord - because all of the baklava mysteriously disappeared'.

'Who'd have thought', says Casimir dryly. 'Now, are those handkerchiefs on their heads?'
'No my lord, they are the dress uniform headgear of the janissaries'.
One of the soldiers removes his cap and blows his nose on it
'Although', continues Bulbous, 'as headgear it is surprisingly versatile'.