Von Richter.
Specialist
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2019
- Messages
- 277
The little man in the funny 'at, Emperor of the French, had found time to personally supervise the lancing of his Spanish ulcer. It was the summer of 1809 and Boneypart had dashed southwards at the head of his massed Cavalry. His plan, to give a certain General of Sepoys the proper taste of war, his way. To see if the English could stand up to the horsemen of Eylau!
The French deploy with massed Cavalry on their right flank, guns in the middle, and Infantry supported by the Guard on their left. His Grace the Duke of Wellington was, uncharacteristically, absent during his Army's deployment. As a consequence the English deployment under General Fitzarkerly, was frankly woeful. His diminutive Cavalry force bravely faced the French hordes, but his massed Infantry and large artillery battery were in a milling traffic jam!
Boneypart looks on in smiling anticipation as General Fitzarkerly, somehow conspires to make his seething masses even more disorganised. The French Cavalry draw sabres and canter forward, counter attacking English Horse are quickly routed...
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The French deploy with massed Cavalry on their right flank, guns in the middle, and Infantry supported by the Guard on their left. His Grace the Duke of Wellington was, uncharacteristically, absent during his Army's deployment. As a consequence the English deployment under General Fitzarkerly, was frankly woeful. His diminutive Cavalry force bravely faced the French hordes, but his massed Infantry and large artillery battery were in a milling traffic jam!
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