Personal Account 10

From the Sacred Army

After hours of fighting with the Sicians, General Scott got a dispatch from a weary, and bloody galloper. "God damn it!" he exclaimed, using more of his colorful vocabulary. "Those filthy bastards have outflanked us again. Send for my stallion." He dismissed the messenger. "Today has been a living hell." he muttered to himself. He dug his heels into the side of his noble steed.

He met Coporal Jennings along the way to the left artillary flank. "Send the message, RETREAT TO THE FOREST IMMEDIATLY." he roared."We must outflank their superior forces, but how?" he thought to himself.

The Zagorladian forces slowly but surely were moving back, but with extreme caution. As night settled upon the battlefield, the men retreated, at a hastened speed, even though weary after the long day of fighting.

64 men were left behind, with dozens of campfires lit everywhere, to give the enemy the thought that there was still the army. The remainder of the army started chopping down all trees in sight, to set up some mediocre walls.

"My friend Alexandre will have a nice little suprise by morning" he gleefully chuckled to himself. "All artillary to any hilltops, with infantry protecting their flanks. Trenches are to be built at maximum speed, but make sure you all get enough sleep for the battle on the morrow." he ordered his messengers to tell the men. "All calvary members, form 5 platoons as 1000 in each platoon. I want all movements of the enemy reported to me pronto!" "Sir, yes Sir!" they chanted dutifully. "I also want 250 of the calvary to go back to Ongro to help get all able bodied men and boys rallied together. They should know how to shoot guns, so they should man the walls if we lose badly. All men after this battle shall march at a forced pace to Ongro in case of a lost battle."

The men set upon their task, and by early morning, they were tired, but ready.

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