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Copyright 2004 Andy Barnes (Anglo-allies) & Patric Strijbis (France) Game: Peninsular War (NIA-Engine) / Scenario: Vittoria |
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Andy Barnes Heavy Fighting is reported near Vittoria at the village of Magarita! Units of the 95th Rifles are being sorely pressed by a massive French counter attack, led by the cunning French commander "Patric Stribjis". The Rifles are holding under severe pressure and have recieved and inflicted heavy casualties.Well posistioned French cannon is making speedy movement by Allied forces under General "Andy Barnes" heavy going. The battle is on a knife edge and casualties on both sides are mounting rapidly.
______________________________________ Patric Strijbis Meanwhile on the plateau before Vitoria, in a square of Italians, the French commander looks up from his binoculars and looks worried. A big red mass is moving towards the village...! How long can those colums stand the beating they are receiving right now ? And what is happening on the right...? More Spanish forces? Are the allies going to cut the postal road back to Paris ? ______________________________________ Andy Barnes The Fighting continues...! Spanish gain foothold on village of Ali! ...French guns overrun by Spanish Cavalry. Can the French HOLD the Center?? Spanish Troop concentrations on French right flank. Heavy troop-movement expected. House to house fighting at the village of Ali reported by local peasants fleeing through the town of Vittoria! French Dragoons were seen to be routed by Spanish troops who surprised the dismounted horsemen as they were tending the wounded of a fleeing French line battalion.
Meanwhile Spanish Cavalry has once again proved the British critics wrong and has in two seperate incidents charged heavily defended gun posistions and slaughtered the gunners.The Guns were spiked and horses and casons destroyed.Portuguese forces are moving in on the French defensive line to the southeast of Villodas!!Heavy French counter attack at Magarita. Staff Cavalry of Wellington destroyed by French forces in a heroic
fight to the death !! ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis ...A courier in an torn uniform speeds towards the French commandpost. "Sir, I'll have to report Generale Villatte has been caputed by the enemy, Sir ! Elements of the 4th and 6th division have been destroyed or are fleeing in all directions!!!". Indeed the situation around Ali seems to get more serious. A couple of brigades are holding on desperatly, but will be overwhelmed soon by the masses of Allied troops pooring onto the plain west of the village. The French commander directs his binoculairs towards Margarita. The situation seems stable. Seems... "Sir", remarks an ADC,while he ducks away for a stray bullet, "that looks like the British Heavy cavalry!!!!!!!!." ______________________________________ Andy Barnes The fighting
continues around the town of Vittoria! French troops have put up a stubborn
defence against British Portuguese and Spanish troops. Spanish troops have inflicted serious casualties on their opponents at the town of Gamara Mayor. A bridgehead across the river was achieved! The arrival of British artillery in support has put fire into the Spanish troops hearts. The small town of Ali and once French HQ has fallen firmly into allied hands. Fighting around the town has been incredible brutal and many have died on both sides. Meanwhile the Spanish cavalry mentioned in an earlier report has ransacked two supply wagons!!!
Unfortunaly or fortunately one of them was full of Fine french Cognac...the Spaniards were last seen reeling in their saddles singing "Ole im off to sunny Spain ..E Viva L`Espana". A number of officers were seen to be doing "The birdie dance" while tickling the French wagon drivers with their sabres. At Magarita the heavy house to house fighting continues.......French cavalry have recieved heavy casualties ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis Ow....my cognac....that really, really, really hurts !!!!!! A bit dizzy and with a bloody cut above his eye, the
French commander gets up on his feet. That was the second horse today that
got shot down by a Rifleman. The green sons of Lucifer, that lot !! ______________________________________ Andy Barnes Brigadier D´urban,beckoned his stableboy to tighten
the girth straps up one last notch just to be sure....
Highland troops have wiped out a battery of French guns on a knoll near the town of Ali!! The "Jocks " although stretched to the limit ,fought their way up the hill under extreme heavy fire and put the guns out of action.The guns had been troubling allied troop movement for sometime and were the cause of a substantial number of casualties.
unconfirmed reports say that French forces lost at
least 30 guns in this latest offensive. Have the French run away? ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis Jean Marchant grabs his fallen comrad by the back of
his uniform and drags him into a half burning building. "The old
man" took care of him when he joined the army two years ago and
taught him well. So Jean would rather lay down his life right here, than
leave "the old man" behind. Most of their battalion has been
shot to pieces by the British lines or got lost in the streetfighting.
Together with "the old man" he took position in a barn on the
outskirts of the village and blasted away at the advancing light British
forces. But soon the Brits torched the place, and they had to fall back
under terrible enemy fire. And "the old man" caught a bullit. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes Divisional General Leval fought for breath!!.A ball
fired by a Portuguese musket had smashed his ribs and pierced one of his
lungs. His faithful friend and trusty commander Blondeau,tried desperately
to stem the flow of blood.The sucking wound in Levals chest whistled as
the dying General gasped like a stranded fish for air. ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis General Cramaille's instinct was giving alarmbells....Those
Brits advanced too far ahead of the other colums. At once he spurred away,
calling out to his officers: "Advance...now !!!" And screaming
at his Spanish collegues...."There...ahead, don't you see Advance you
lazy donkeys..!!" Other officers picked up the order and slowely the
colums began to advance. "Hold you fire, keep moving". Cramaille
could see the head of his battalion dive into the red block of man who
just appeared from the olive-yeard. Other, Spanish Guard, colums were
moving up to the melee and joined in.....It was over in minutes; the roar
of hunderts of men in melee slowely died away and the sound of cannon and
rifle-fire took over again. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes "Jamie! are you ready my boy?", Captain Brenshaw of the 16th Light Dragoons shouted to his last living troop leader on his right."Lets get on with it Sir its our only chance of survival. "...." Frederick ,...how about you and your men? Ready for death or glory?" "Jawohl mein Herr"
grumbled the bullish looking Leutnant of the KGL dragoons. "If we live
through zis i buy you all Sauerkraut und Eisbein at Rosies"," Dont
forget the bloody Schnaps Fritz" barked Brenshaw"haa i vont". Captain Brenshaw reminded the men this was their only way out. "Men we have to reach the bridge or well end up as garlic sausage for the craupards!" Allied artlillery blasted a French coloumn to the front of the troopers."CHARGE" the dragoons dug their spurs deep into the flanks of their small nibble horses. "Come on you bastards lets gooooo". The dragoons hurtled out and over the top of the gully, the demoralised French square managed a halfhearted attempt to fire,only a few KGL were hit. Directly to their front a small French coloumn reeling from the devastating British and Spanish artillery bombadment turned and fled to their rear. "Kill the bastards come on you sons of pregnant rats this is are only chance". "Donnerwetter! Schauen Sie mal da Sir!" "What you say Fred?" "Look to the dragoons front cannon pointing towards the bridge.....". Oh sweet Jesus save our blackhearts" groaned Brenshaw, come on Von de Decken, lets see how well you bloody Hannys fight now". "Los meine Kinder, tötet die Schweinehunde" screamed the man from Celle.... The dragoons sabred their way through the battery of French gunners... jubillant the survivors galloped their steeds out of the carnage towards thr bridge and freedom... but freedom was not to be had... to their front a second battery protected by a battalion of infantry....
______________________________________ Patric Strijbis The horse of Generale Vandemaesen made some nervous jumps. Closeby a ammunition cariage had just exploded, creating chaos within the supply train. He and his generals had just witnessed a charge by Joseph's guard cavalry, pushing away some stray British cavalry. "Soulier, it's time to move up the field". His general Cramaille had already checked an advance by British guards, now it was time to close in. Supported by elements of the 1re division, the colums started to move. On the extreme right, by the riverbank, Vandemaesen saw two birgades of General Chasse push some Spanish forces into the river. Vandemaesen took up his binoculars. "lot's of prisoners, that will delay their advance. Too bad, we can't wait". Finally the colums reached the fight. "Line formation", shouted dozens of officers and the colums began to transform slowly. Apperently the changing of formation was spotted by the enemy and soon a charge of musketfire swept through the ranks. "steady men, keep moving", a luitenant shouted. A second burst of musketfire killed dozens more men. "Steady keep moving, keep moving". More men fell to the dry Spanish ground. "That's it !! On my signal", shouted Soulier. A third round came from the enemy lines, more men fell. "Now it's your turn men, FIRE !!!!!".
______________________________________ Andy Barnes "Steady now Mick,take your time,just make sure you hit the French bastard" wispered Sergeant Johnson to Mick O´Reilly, the regiments crack shot." Piece of cake Sarge just watch". The stocky rifleman from Omagh county Tyrone propped his Baker rifle between his boots as he lay on his back amongst a rocky out crop. He steadied his breathing and calmly took aim at the high ranking French officer mounted on a beautiful white stallion of Arab breeding. Johnson scanned the area making sure that their posistion had not been compromised. O´Reilly lined up the sights on the chest of the General. As O´Reilly expelled the air in his lungs for the third time he squeezed the trigger of his Rifle. The rifle slammed back into his shoulder as the crack of the rifle shocked the small group of horsemen to the front of OReillys posistion. One of the horseman , a French General , slumped in his saddle. His comrade fussed about him and quickly the other rider grabbed the reins of the horse and attempted to lead the stricken officer to safety. Meanwhile O´Reilly
was loading his Baker rifle as fast as he could. Johnson now had the
rescuing officer in his sight and although he wasnt as good as OReilly, he
had no trouble hitting the panic stricken Frenchman with a shot in the
back. The horseman dropped from his saddle in a cloud of dust.
______________________________________ Patric Strijbis A wave of panic went through the
battalions holding their ground before Margarita. The shock of the British
cavalry was just too much. Formations crumbled as a old biscuit crushed by a
fist. This resulted in masses being trampled or slaughtered by the Brits. The
French commander watched the spectacle from some distance. Hunderts of men
lost, captured or sabered. "Now we are in trouble, LeGrande. If they can
link up with the rest of their army and push us from Margarita the left wing
is lost." The commander points his binocular to Ali village. The
counterattack there comes to a standstill. Some Spanish forces are holding on
desperatly. "Things are not well, not well indeed", whispers and
spurs away on his horse toward the Margarita line. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes Captain Sanchez of the Spanish army could not believe what he was being ordered to do! Major Brummley of the Royal Artiller, His Majesty King Georges Army, had just ordered him and his regiment to fire on a group of fleeing Kings German Legion Dragoons. The routed group were fleeing pell mell towards the river after a heroic attack on French troops including artillery, had finally stalled. The artillery officer needed a "clear shot" at the massed infantry and cannon to its front. "If you don´t order your men to fire ,i will have you arrested ...is that clear?" "Si Senor,but i hope your
consciense will live with this act". The Spanish regiment were ordered to
to take aim...
900 muskets spat flame smoke and
deadly lead across the river... the gallant horsemen were mown down in an
instant! No one survived. The Spanish troops scowled in fury towards the
gunners. ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis It was complete chaos.
Through the thick smoke Gen. Micheaux could see the British dragoons ran past
his last line holding, sabering anything that came before them. Hunderts of
men running in all directions, gunners leaving their pieces behind and fleeing
on the towhorses, carriages getting looted by the British. Absolute panic went
like a typhoon through his division. Gen. Micheaux stood calmly in the midst
of this storm. His mind was still clear. As clear as it could be inspite of
the frantic thoughts ran round his brain like the chaos before him. How could
this be ? His defence was solid. Gun positions covered all routes leading to
his position and the bridge. His men were in good defencive positions, but
when the British stormed the Bridge it was all lost within a couple of minutes.
Hunderts of them poured over the river, smashing into his lines. Then they
halted and thundering the British cavalry suddenly appeared and crashed into
his lines. Micheaux turned his horse, paring an attack of a dragoon. He
spurred away through the fleeing band and grabed an eagle from a suprised and
soldier. "All men !!!! Rally around me !!! You cowards.......!! Get round
your eagle now if you want to live another day !!!!". ______________________________________ Andy Barnes General Mermet lay on his back
among the dead and dying .His command lay in tatters.The British heavy and
light cavalry has crushed his defences in a savage all out attack." Right
you French Ponce get up or ill stick yee like a pig",the ragged looking
Highlander yelled nicking the Generals cheek with his bayonett and drawing
blood to emphasise he meant what he said. ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis The French commander,
looking towards his left flank, mumbles: "Just buy me a bit more
time.....just a bit more....." ______________________________________ Andy Barnes The Allied offensive near the town of Vittoria continues. Reports of the capture of French Divisional General Maucune have been confirmed by Allied Headquarters. The General is in good health but had to be treated for concussion and a broken nose. The village of La Hermandad is now firmly in Allied hands.Portuguese and British troops have smashed the French forces near the village , however to the south east, patrols report a large number of what seem to be French Dragoons concentrating ready for a counter attack on the advancing British troops at Arinez.British sources have confirmed the French left Flank is in tatters. Cavalry patrols have come under artillery fire from french cannon sheltering amongst Infantry squares. The remainder of the French troops on the left flank have been overwhelmed and captured. Allied troops advancing towards Arinez have pushed back French forces in a fire fight duel.
Elsewhere on the battlefield reports say that the fighting around and in
the town of Ali has been most ferocious.Allied troops are desperately
trying to hold against a heavy surprise counter attack by French forces
.KGL troops have found themselves in a precarious posistion fighting among
olive groves to the east of the town.A Spanish battalion is cut of and
looks like it is in danger of bieng over-run.To the West of Ali Allied
troops have inflicted heavy casualties on the attacking French forces.The
troops using volley fire descimated advancing French coloumns.At the town
of Arriaga heavy fighting continues as a heavy French counter attack
continues,Allied forces are hard pressed and in danger of bieng cut off. Reports of an uprising among the residents of Vittoria have not been confirmed... ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis The looks on the faces of his junior officers didn't give him much confidence in them. There was fear and nerviousness written all over them. "Right gentlemen, you haven't been doing much today except catching some stay bullits or canonnonballs, from which some of you, if I may add, ran like little rabbits. But NOW, gentlemen, comes you moment to FIGHT !!! Prepare your men to advance !!". The officers rode back to their units and started shouting orders. The men formed and on his signal two colums started their march. The advance led through an olive yard, which made the going tough. All of a sudden a shock went through the first colum. The forward motion became less and some soldiers bumped into their comrades. Contact was made with the enemy. "Allright, advance !!! Forward !! Hold your fire....just keep going !!!" The men started shouting. A ferocious fight broke out at the head of the colum, with men slamming into their red-coat enemy or getting entangled into olivetrees. After minutes the enemy could be seen withdrawing. "We've beaten them back
Sir, should we continue to advance Sir ?". The General looked at his
flushed ADC. "Just hold the position and wait for the other colums to
come up. This fight is far from over." ______________________________________ Andy Barnes "What did you say Beresford, I don´t believe it?" gasped Wellington in astonishment, "Its true Sir, the Spanish have captured Soult!" "By the hair of my dogs bollocks thats fantastic Beresford!, send my warmest congratulations to General Castanos and tell him I wish him to dine with me after the battle. My god Soult, oh yes Beresford tell him to bring Soult with him,he too is to be my guest. "As you wish Sir!" " Now Beresford what else has been happening on the battlefield?" "Well Sir, Portuguese troops have overrun a battery of horse artillery on the edge of Arinez and sent the defending Infantry packing, elsewhere as you know a number of Spanish battlions caused havoc at Arriaga and took over 1,000 French prisoners and hopefully have plugged a very bad gap in the line in the nick of time". Wellington frowned at this news"Go on Beresford" "On our right flank French Artillery sheltering in two infantry squares were captured and spiked by our advancing infantry.The Squares will be dealt with soon. Just to the south of that incident we captured another high ranking Officer, General Taupin!!!" "By God Bereford get me the Port this deserves a drink" exclaimed Wellington excitedly,"what glorius news. Now its time to squash the fr*gs and cut them off from France!!!" ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis King Joseph's cain was waving
dangerously close to the faces of Jourdan and the French commander. "You've
wrecked my army!!! You've destroyed my kingdom !!!", the king was
screaming on top of his lungs, "I'll have you shot and hanged
!!" While Jourdan became smaller with every word the Royal screamed,
the French commander took the verbal abuse calmly. "Sir....", he
protested, but the king gave him no time to reply. Like a little child
Joseph was now stamping his feet, waving his cain ever more closely to the
faces of his commanders. "My brother will have you......He'll hang
you publicly........He'll.....He'll.......". A nearby explosion cut
Joseph's rage short and the Royal ducked to the ground. Under protest he
let the French commander help him get to his feet. "Your highness,
please hear me out.", the commander adressed the king softly.
"All is NOT lost. I even think it's Wellington who's got a problem
and not us." The king looked at the French commander as if he saw
water burning, than shook his head and declared that his commander had
lost his mind and should be placed in a asylum for the mentaly ill.
"Arrest that man", he pointed towards the commander. Jourdan
made some mumbeling remarks to protest, but two big guardsmen locked the
French commanders arms and tied him to a horse. ************Intercepted message************** From: Gen. Micheaux
From: Guards-command ***********Intercepted message***************** From: Count D'Erlon ______________________________________ Andy Barnes Lt. Col. O Callaghan mopped his brow with a white linen hankerchief. It had been a parting gift from his wife Mary. She had given it to him just before he strode onto the gangplank of the transport ship at Southhampton docks two long years ago. A small embroided heart in the linen was now stained red with blood, a cut recieved on the forhead trickled blood down O Callaghans cheek.
O Callaghan grimly took in the devastating scene which surrounded him. His orders had been to take the town of Arinez at all cost! Now standing among the dead and dying it had indeed been a bloody price! A horse, its entrails blue red steaming and stinking spilled out into the dusty street, tried pitifully to get back onto its legs. The poor beast didn´t seem to register it had lost both its hind legs, the body of its master Colonel Deseaux lay crushed in a sticky mess of entrails and blood. His face blown away by an English Musket ball. "God I hope I never have to see another battle like this" cursed O Callaghan. "Sergeantmajor how many prisoners?" "About 800 Sir." The Sergeantmajor grinned back" The lads did the Regiment proud today Sir, may I ask permission to issue the lads with an extra ration of Gin Sir?" "Indeed you may Mister
Hankock! They have bloody deserved it".............................. Portuguese troops plugged a
dangerous gap at the town of Arriaga, where viscious fighting continues. Allied forces have smashed french resistance between the two towns of La Hermandad and Crispiana. Elite French units have been destroyed there. Casualty reports are as follows:... French Inf 46,029 ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis Panic. On this earth there is
no weapon more powerfull than panic. Anyone who has ever witnessed this
frightning and wonderfull spell of human behaviour on a battlefield will
surely agree. As it makes it's deadly rounds through the ranks of an army,
it destroys all strength, will and determination. Turns men into little
childern or makes beasts out of them. And by now panic struck the French
army on the field of Vitoria. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes The dusty hot plain to the west of Arinez was littered with the blue coated bodies of Joseph Bonapartes left flank. Thousands lay dead or wounded. Already flies were feasting on the congealed blood of the dead.Crows and Ravens greedily pecked at the eyes of the defeated bodies.The dust had taken on a red hue,red with the blood of young Frenchmen."God Beresford,i hope this bloody killing will end soon" exclaimed Sir Arthur Wellesley grimly. "Aye Sir that I do too" replied Beresford. A battalion of ragged redcoated infantry marched by along the road to Arinez...."The scum of the Earth Beresford , thats what they are! The Scum of the earth. Sons of sleepers and drunken thieves every one of them. That they are, but the finest fighting maschine history has ever seen!" "Now its time to put an end to Joseph Bonaparte, Come on you blaggards lets go get Bony" cheered Wellesley. "AYE SIR !!!", was the shouted reply. ......Newsflash...... French left flank ceases to exist!!!.....
casualties as follows ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis Slowly the French commander moved through
the traffic surrounding Vitoria. All roads to and from the city were
crammed with fleeing soldiers and civilians, horses, vehicles. The
commander had left his horse behind. Trying to move through this crowd on
horseback would be impossible. The band of dragoons which he would have
used for his protection were still on the other side of the villiage. They
met a suprise counterattack by Spanish and British cavalry and were tied
up again in a desperate struggle. But the commander had a struggle of his
own now. Pushing and shoving through hunderts of panic strucken people. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes Wellington surveyed the battlefield that
sprawled in front of him.The stench of death filled his nostrils and he
had to suppress the urge to vomit. "By God I have them" He roared with delight!! Beresford took the telescope from Wellington "By God Sir I believe you have!!!" The begining of the end for the French Army of Spain was at hand... ....to be continued very soon!!!!! ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis No way Jose !!! ______________________________________ Andy Barnes At last after losing many of their "Amigos",
the Spanish troops were able to storm the French defences across the
river.The Spaniards fought like mountain lions and tore into the well
trained French troops.The hand to hand fighting was brutal and
merciless."Drive them back" screamed Captain Hernandez
"Take no prisoners kill every last one of the swines".Bayonets
stabbed and muskets crashed down to split French skulls like water melons.
Men gouged at eyes,punched and kicked,screaming at each other in their
fury,frustration and their fear!!.Slowly the French were pushed back,at
last a bridgehead was in place."Viva Espana" the call echoed
across the river. ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis ******intercepted message******** Andy Barnes The sun beat furiously down on the Spanish troops waiting to cross the River Zaddora near the village of Campo Mayor.Their comrades had payed a high price in establishing a foothold over the other side of the river. Now was the time for revenge on the French defenders who had mercilessly fought off one attack after another.Spanish troops had now taken the village of Betona and now blocked the road to Durana.The French defenders were bieng forced back and were paying the price for their brave defence.The ill-disciplined Spanish Militia showed no mercy and took no prisoners.Everywhere lay dead of the fleeing French troops.The Spanish troops took great pleasure in torturing any French troops who were stupid enough to surrender.Now was the time to avenge their women and children who had suffered under French brutality for so long.Now it was the turn of the French to die cruelly and slowly...
______________________________________ Patric Strijbis "Sweet Lord, where did that come from ?". Just a second ago the hussar walking next to Pierre got hit by a musketball. The poor soul now lay screaming in the middle of a marketsquare in Vittoria. Clearly more shoots were being fired and people were running in all directions. Through the running and screaming mass, Pierre could see some Spanish soldiers taking position across the square. They were kicking in doors or firing into the crowd. Enemy skirmishers had reached the town. Pierre looked around if he could see some French, but the square seemed to be filled with civillians only. With his gun thingyed Pierre ran to the far side of the square, and then towards the Spanish soldiers taking cover from time to time along the houses on that side... ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis ........"How on
earth did they get into town ?" Pierre carefully spyed the soldier's
movements and decided to move closer to them. A big group of townfolk was
now covering his movements. As Pierre crept along the houses, he saw some
of the folks greeting the new invaders enthousiasticly. There were loud
sheers or chants. A lot of the Vittoriaens had fallen to their knees and
were praying or, what it appeared like, pleading to the soldiers. Pierre
had been here for a year detached to the local French officials as guard
and he knew the townspeople quite well. He knew they were very religious
people....and he knew the French weren't very populair. During the battle,
he had been on his post. Save in the middle of Vittoria-town, guarding the
house of the Prefect. The Spanish soldiers didn't pay much attention to
the townpeople. They looked nervous and their officers did all they could
to keep their men from looting. Still shoots were fired and thick black
smoke was starting to fill the square. Some buildings must have been set
on fire. Pierre felt anxious. And scared. He had never in his, not so
impressive, millitary career seen any combat. And now he was facing a
large band of rebel Spanish forces all by himself. Pierre took a deep
breath and then took aim. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes "Got any
bleeding water left Tom?" asked Davie Evans hopefully."NAAW
sorry mate,im out,but i do ave a nice spot of Cognac that i took from that
bleeding French hofficer this morning!"grinned Tom Watkins wickedly
back."Give us a swag pal!"pleaded Evans desperately,"Ill
let yuz ave twos up on me missus after the battles over mate,come on you
know i will",..."Let me ave ones up and a piece of that craupard
sausage you got in your pocket"taunted Watkins....." Your an ard
bastard when it comes to haggling Tom,Ok heres the sausage now let me ave
a swag." Watkins passed the beautiful silver flask containing fine
French Cognac into the grubby hands of his number two Davie Evans....Evans
greedily held the flask to his lips and took a long drink of the smooth
but firy liquid."aAAAAAgh thats better,one thing about them Frenchies
they knows ow to make good booze eh Tom my mate?"....."Aye they
does Davie,that poor sod this morning wont be able to agree with me though
will he? cackled Watkins hysterically,"If he took a drink it would
pour out of his gizzard for it reached his guts haaaaaaaaah ......i did a
fine job of slicing the bast..ds throat i did Davie my boy"
....."Haaaah you did too Tom you did too" agreed Evans
happily."Best man in the battalion with a blade you are Tom Watkins".....
"Thanks Davie now dont forget i get ones up on your missus you dirty
sod"grinned Watkins. ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis The British light
dragoon swung his sword towards Capt. Sparre's chest, missed, and got
ready for another stab. The Capitain's left hand was racing over his
holsters. In a reflex they found the wooden grip. He drew the gun and
fired in immidiatly towards the direction of the dragoon's horse. The poor
animal jumped up, bringing his rider off balance and fell to earth. A
second dragoon slammed his horse against the flank of Sparre's and was
hitting the capitain over the head with the back of his sword. Sparre drew
his second gun and aimed better this time, firing a shoot straight into
the dragoons chest. The man fell forward and Sparre captured the dragoon's
sword without much effort. Armed with a sword again he spurred his horse
but didn't get far. About 50 frantic French dragoons blocked his path,
falling back in all haste. Cursing he tried to get them to order, but none
would stop at his command. He turned his horse and looked at the British
line. English troopers were falling back in disorder, but in the intervals
between the squardrons he could see serveral canons. "Merde!!".
But he was too late. A roar took over any sound and Sparre could feel a
hot breeze just before he and his horse exploded in a red cloud. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes The French gunners in
front of the village of Arriaga had been serving their "Beau Filles"
well throughout the day. ______________________________________ Andy Barnes French forces today
surrendered at the battlefield of Vittoria.King Joseph fled the
battlefield and left his men to die.Commander of the French forces the
gallant General Patric Stribjis met with General Barnes who accepted his
surrender on behalf of Sir Arthur Wellesley ______________________________________ Patric Strijbis (Yes, ladies and
gentlemen. It's no use to continue this slaughter. Although I think I
could pull off a better result, it would serieusly decrease the fun of
this game. It would have been a Stalingrad, except it's Vittoria. With
pain in my heart I depart from this army which I learned to love the last
couple of months. It's a great battle and I wish I knew when I started
this what I know now........and that is that this battle can be won by a
French player.... The echo of the
French commander's footsteps thundered through the empty hallway. An
palace official opened a grand door at the end of the hallway with a nodd
of his head and the commander stepped into a large office like space. The
door closed again with a soft "poef". ______________________________________
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