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“Despite what happened to the elven ambassador, that fact that humans had a gun that could kill over that range never came to them, and they payed for there ignorance, Tyrion dead, Teclis wounded, in soul even if his body was healed. Tyrions last act, the battle plan was all they had left and they would do it, with tears in there eyes but do it they would.”Field Marshal Ludwik von Warenhari was staring at Admiral Adalhelm between them sat a map of the area.
“we need to break this large army here.” he pointed to place the Jager had said it was.
“So, here the plan we move forward and force a pitched battle.” Adalhelm shock his head,
“We use are musketeers to move up the here,” pointing to pass between hills “reinforced with stormtroopers, I expect the elves to put there archers and bolt throwers here on the high ground, are cannons will set up here,” he pointed to another hill
“I’ll leave a musketeer regiment there to hold the guns, I will also leave half are Puckle guns with them.”
“Hold on, my battle ships need some of those, what if were attacked by dragons again?”
Ludwik sighed, Gatling guns and Puckle guns were a resource, and they only had so many of them, the army in the Ulthuan was given priority for any that came from Nuln, but still they were the army and navy equally. Meaning sharing them got to be like determining who gets the kids in a divorce.
“yes half, and your get the other half.” Adalhelm nodded “good, good, when the elves start to shoot at are men from the hill were shoot them with are howitzers while the cannons focus will be divided between the archers and the main blocks of spearmen.” He looked up at the tent full of couriers and NCO’s
“be on the look out for calvary, we can’t counter them till are own horses get off the ships and recover, in about three weeks. Flanking forces should be brought under the firepower of are cannons.”
Adalhelm smiled, a cruel thing.
“And don’t give quarter, were on their turf, the knife ears won’t, so we won’t.”
Ludwik looked up from his map
“I deplore that term.”
“why? there killed are emperor! Razed are town to the ground!”
“I agree, but just because we fight them is no reason not to respect them.”
“do you know what there calling us? Mon Keigh! Barbarian! Primitive!”
“I did not know you spoke elf.” Ludwik said
“I don’t had to beat the damn elf till he told me, spent a hour just staring at me.”
Ludwik stared him in the eye, “you beat a prisoner.”
“he had it coming, his kind destroyed are citys and are emperor.”
“were is he?”
“fertilizing some ware on the beach.”
“now look here,” Ludwik started to point at him “we are the Empire not the Norse, not the chaos raiders, we are civilized! And I will not tolerate this!”
Adalhelm pulled a ornate pistol from his belt, and looked at it in his hands “you know, when you graduate from the Sylvania military collage they give you a pistol,” he twisted it he could show him the flowing script on the barrel “see that, it the oath of all who join the collage, 'Stand beside me I stand with you, stand behind me, I will protect you, stand before me you fall.' when they handed me this pistol they told me to use it to purge the enemy's of the empire.”
“are you threatening me?” Ludwik asked
“no just telling you.” he slid the pistol into its holster
“ Sylvania,, there land locked, how you end up in the navy?”
“so I can sail, as well, I know battle and can lead marines as well as any Nordlander. I can also be commissioned to lead field army's.”
“yes well,” Ludwik shock his head he got side tracked
“I command this army as I see fit, my morals, my wishs am I understood.”
“Crystal,” he snapped his fingers his glove had a symbol on the back of it, crossed hammers, “but know that if I feel you are failing the battle due to your morals I will have you arrested.” He walked out Ludwik thought about that symbol hes seen some were, no matter. He looked back at the map, he had a battle to win.
Alltha watched the army of Musketeers push forward between the hills toward them, he locked his shield with his comrades, some how the rattle of the shield wall sounded less victorious and more, a dirge. Errug he shock his head Tyrion death was getting to him, though he was far from alone. All of the 10,000 elves there were the same.
The humans numbered 8,000 but they had the fire power advantage.
The six 12 pound cannons were slowly rolled up the hill by teams of strong men, no horses yet, till they got to the top. Panting and barely conscious the men breathing hard, the Puckle guns were set up and the men almost feel asleep, then the elven archers fired the upon Musketeers who feebly tried to return fire, but the archers were way out of range.
With curses and great sputtering the cannons were turned on there spot to face the archer and the crew fired the preloaded guns.
The huge plumes of smoke rocketed out of the gun and followed by the whistling howl of the ball they smashed into the elves hard. In main column of Musketeers howitzers were turned and fired there shells arching skyward and plunging down explosives among archers on the hill.
The Prince on the flank saw the smoke from the cannons, now before they could reload! He drew a horn form his belt and blew it from woodland at the foot of the hills over 1,000 silver helms erupted from the woods and surged up the hill.
The still panting gunners were trying to reload the guns there exhausted limbs like rubber as they swabbed the guns out, drop a bag of powder in, and lift the heavy cannon ball into the gun, when the horn blew.
Looking down the hill they saw the mass ranks of calvary, there helms and armor gleaming in the light and they heard cheering elves, and crying musketeers.
There own musketeer guards ran to meet them setting up lower down the hills so the Puckle guns could fire over them.
The silver helms charged forward closer, closer. Then the guns opened.
At maxed aim rate of a shot every other seconds they let rip. The guns blasting to its own metronome they fired there smoke clouds filling the air and the green slopes soon ran red. The 37mm Puckle gun were not true cannons, the Empire was not sure what they were, but they killing machines.
The bullets easily went though one knight, sliced another and cut down a third or fourth, like a bolt thrower. The air was filled with screaming horses, the noise of a peaceful eater of plants turned to war, being butchered.
The bullets deseated riders, bashed in and though horse skulls but the knee caps were the worst. When bullets smashed though a horse spindly leg the screams were so piteous the Musketeers had to hold there ears, and they would not stop.
To the elves the crys of joy ended as they saw the unmatched force of technology slaying there greatest knights, there moral plummeted nothing could stop them.
1,000 began, now as they closed to melee only 500 were left, and now the musketeers lowered there guns and the cannon crew brought there pistols to the volley and fired in one volley felling another half. But now was the time 250, against 120 Musketeers victory was creten, to the knights the musketeers did something odd, as one they reached to there belts and pulled something glinting of metal out and took to there end of there guns.
Now they lowered them and elves found out what it was, if not the name, bayonets, this was a spear wall. lowering themselves the first row kneel, the second one brought there bayonets over therm. The knights charged forword, but the gun fire had devided them,split them. It was not a wall of steel but bricks. Each one individually dealt with bayoneted in one on three combat. The knights did not run, they held true and died, but die they did. The cheers died on the lips of the Elven Spearmen.
The Miltia had no fight left they just want to leave, the Sea Guard as well Alltha was done. The Main body of Musketeers advanced up the archers hill under the arrow raining down upon them the whole time but when they got in range there loosed a volley upon them and the elves fell back.
Then he heard a noise, cannon fire, Alltha thought at about that, the archer had fallen back, so that left, them.
The cannon balls sliced though the air and hit the ground about a yard in front of the Spearmen, the cannon balls dug into the ground, and slid out of there crater and the 12 pound cannon ball smashed into the elves at chest level like a demonic gore encrusted bowling ball. The Princes too gave up. The horns sounded and the elves fell back.
Johan watched the elves fall back, now what? He stood on the hill were the archer had been on, it was odd to stand where the kills of his friends stood. To his side Izaak laughed as they watched them fall back
“were you going? We have something for you!” he fired his musket into the air.
The jeers echoed into the back of the elven army, it held a portion of the rage of soliders who have had comrades fall in battle.
Johan was sitting upon a hill, the battle was not tireing, but the arrows, they had filled the air with so many arrows he never look at a cloud the same way again.
Officer began to bellow new orders back to the beach, they did not have supplys to hold new ground, back to the beach. The troops got back to a marching order, and men had to haul the heavy guns back down the hill.
Izaak stood up from his place on the hill, turned to see Izaak searching a dead elf, clearly died to a musket wound, you could tell.
“what are you doing?”
“I want something to prove to my childern I was in battle other then a fancy tin can lid.”
“a medal, got a ten cent chunk of copper after the war with the Brets.”
“you were in the Bretonnia campaign? We met in basic how you end up there?”
He moved on to another one with a fancy helm.
“got caught BWTD one to many times.” the infamous, brawling, whoring, thieving, drinking charge.
“hay look this one still kicken.” a few men gathered around the wounded elf
“what do we do with him?”
“we take him with us.” Johan said “General Ludwik want a word with him.”
Izaak nodded “maybe I can get a pay raise.”
“well I found him.” Johan nodded
“Agreed.” he reached over and picked up the elf and found the wound, the bullet got him in the chest.
“we better hurry this guy might not be long for this world.” Izaak nodded and the two started to almost run to the medical tent set up behind main battle line.
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