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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 17 2015, 01:25 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC: This isn't really for anything, I just wrote it up and thought I'd post it. Enjoy.) Northeastern France 1792 It was very silent, considering the occasion. Colonel Adrien Charbonneau would have thought there would have been more noise. Wait—ah, yes. There it was; the noise of many boots stepping forward as one. That distinctive sound was accompanied by the faintly audible music of army marching instruments. Charbonneau inspected his pistol to make sure his priming was right. He cocked and de-cocked the hammer experimentally. He loosened his sabre in its scabbard. He was as ready as he would ever be. “Inspect weapons,” he quietly to the sergeant next to him. The sergeant nodded and passed the message along. Soon enough, the Austrian column could be seen. The Austrians’ white uniforms were dirtied by weeks of deployment. As soon as they were within optimal range, Charbonneau sent another command along. “Present arms.” The barrels of muskets and rifles could be seen poking out of windows, from behind walls and rubble, and from other crevices and spots where the Frenchmen hid. Most of them had bayonets affixed to their muzzles. He heard the distinctive click of hammers being cocked. Suddenly, Charbonneau jumped up, sabre raised, and yelled, “Au feu!” A great collection of cracks erupted and smoke was spewed forth into the street. Many Austrians fell instantly, most of them dead, some of them wounded. “Chargez!” Charbonneau ordered, and his men surged forth, shouting “Vive la Nation!” Rushing forward with his men, he saw an Austrian soldier raise his musket to fire into the rushing crowd. In response, Charbonneau leveled his pistol and fired. The bullet must have gone low, for the Austrian dropped his musket and clutched at his leg as he fell over. Still alive, the soldier tried to reach for his musket, but a passing French soldier stuck him with a bayonet. ![]() Moving forward, Charbonneau could see an Austrian and one of his own grappling with each other. The Frenchman thrust his bayonet forward, but the Austrian dodged it and struck the Frenchman in the head with the butt of his musket, sending the Frenchman sprawling on the floor. Before the Austrian could take advantage of the situation, the colonel slashed his sabre across the Austrian’s back. The Frenchman took his chance, and, from the ground, stabbed his bayonet into the enemy’s gut. “Merci,” the Frenchman said. “Think nothing of it,” Charbonneau said, grabbing the Frenchman’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Now, go forward!” The battle was over in minutes. The Austrians, taken completely by surprise, were routed from the village. Colonel Charbonneau and his men had done their duty as French patriots in the defense of their nation, but the war was not won—not even the battle. They were nothing but a small fraction of the overall conflict; conflict between modern, liberal principles of liberté, égalité, fraternité, and the armies in support of the ancien régime. They were but a small part, yet they had done their part, and Charbonneau took pride in that. Edited by Jamzor the Jaxxor, Jun 17 2015, 08:32 PM.
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